"Could these guys take any longer?" groaned a trainer, standing anxiously in the long line of other trainers waiting to gain access to the Battle Castle. "It's been two hours since I got in line, for God's sake!"
"Ah, quit your whining! How do you think we feel?" another trainer cried, who was even farther in the line than the other trainer was. "It's not like this the first time they've pulled this crap!"
Every other trainer in the long line yells out in agreement, their silent patience transforming into deafening rage in an instant.
"You know what? He's right!" a trainer yelled. "I remember them doing this exact same thing yesterday, and the day before that, too!"
"And this is the only facility that does this!" yet another trainer blurted out. "What the heck is this particular place's deal?"
"Everybody just calm down, please!"
That voice wasn't from a person in the crowd, but from somebody who was in front of the Battle Castle, trying his best to get everybody to settle. He was a towering yet lanky, pale-skinned man, with his hair consisting of large spikes of pure golden-yellow. His white shirt and brown pants were covered up by a large, flowing, bold green jacket, which flowed in the wind like the cape of a superhero. Most of the trainers knew not to yell at the man and mistreat him, for he was a Frontier Brain as well, and a well-respected one at that. But alas, the trainers was fed up with waiting, and just couldn't help yelling out in anger.
"Frontier Brains are people, too, you know?" the man said. "I'm sure they'll be ready soon, and then you'll be able to battle to your heart's content!"
"That's the same thing you said yesterday, Mr. Palmer!" exclaimed a trainer who was right in front of him.
"It's all right, everybody! I'm here!"
Darach ran up to the front of the Battle Castle, exhausted and gasping for air. Palmer went up to him and proceeded to whisper a few words into his ear.
"What's your deal, Darach?" Palmer asked under his breath. "I mean, just look at the length of this line! You can't keep pulling this stuff, man."
"I know, Palmer," Darach said. "It's just, I was trying to find Lady Caitlin, and—"
"Caitlin? But she's been in the Battle Castle all this time!"
Darach's eyes widened when he heard this, and rushed past Palmer and went right into the Battle Castle, where he say his beautiful young lady sitting calmly in her golden throne in the high balcony of the massive room. Caitlin looked down upon her butler and gave him a cocky smirk, which he responded to with a look of disdain and worry. Darach refuse to let the tricks of his lady get to him, and with a forced smile on his face, he opened the large double-doors to the Battle Castle, and welcomed each and every trainer who rushed into the facility with open arms. The long line to the Battle Castle vanished almost instantly, leaving Darach exhausted and still confused as to what his lady was playing at. Palmer comforted the struggling butler with a pat on his shoulder.
"So what's up?" Palmer asked.
"Lady Caitlin wishes to have a Pokémon battle," Darach admitted, albeit hesitatingly.
"You know what'll happen if she does, right?"
"The Pokémon League will bar her from the Battle Frontier, yes."
"Well, yeah… But I meant the other thing that'll happen if she battles."
"Oh, but of course. And that's also something I don't wish to happen again. So many trainers almost lost their lives… Even Inearly died when her powers went out of control that day."
"Exactly. Look, I know she's feeling a little left out of the loop, and that sucks. But we must follow what the Pokémon League ordered us to do. She can't battle, Darach. All right?"
The butler understood everything coming out of his fellow Frontier Brain's mouth, but still couldn't help but wonder if he should break the rules at least once and let Caitlin battle. He didn't bother to express his feeling on the matter out loud, however, for he didn't wish to rock the boat too much, and gave Palmer a bow in agreement. Darach's fellow Frontier Brain nodded in satisfaction, and went back to his own facility. Darach, letting out a heavy sigh, went into the Battle Castle to attend to the trainers. But, the butler let out a shriek of horror as he set his eyes upon the interior of the facility.
The entire interior of the Battle Castle was in ruins; there were multiple holes in the walls and even the ceiling, the large velvet rug that decorated the floor was torn to complete shreds, and rubble and debris was scattered all over the place, making quite an impossible-to-clean mess. Naturally, Darach wouldn't bat an eye to this, as his lady – before she was barred, of course – would always cause terrifying amounts of destruction whenever she'd battle. Giant messes that'll probably take days upon weeks to clean are nothing new to Darach. But was very, very new to Darach was the other mess in the room. The very bloody, very grizzly mess.
Each and every trainer that entered the Battle Castle was DEAD; some were on the floor, still and lifeless in large puddles of blood. Others were stuck under massive pieces of rubble, their bones and muscle exposed, their skulls cracked wide open, and their brains spilling out onto the floor. Darach put his hands over his mouth in shock.
"There you are."
The butler looked to the sky, and saw the one responsible for the inhuman carnage: Lady Caitlin. The young girl descended and landed on the ground in front of Darach, who stumbled onto the floor, and trembled in fear at the appearance of the girl. Her pink and white clothing, her long, flowing beige hair, and her soft, pale face were completely covered in blood. But Caitlin didn't care, as she walked towards Darach, blood dripping from her hands and face, and giving her butler a look completely devoid of emotion. Darach got up and bolted for the door, but Caitlin, with a simple outstretch of her hand, stopped Darach right in his tracks!
With a wave of her hand, Caitlin turned Darach towards her, and in the most monotone, inhuman, thunderous voice she could muster, she uttered these two words:
"BATTLE ME."