Chapter 2

Nate

Nate groaned as he kept walking feeling the sweat run down his face in buckets. The miltank must have weighed a Tom because his legs had never burned more in his life. He glanced up at the miltank he was carrying on his shoulder.

"Damn cow fell asleep." Nate muttered to himself. At least one of them was having a good time though. Nate continued on looking up at the city which was closer than before but didnt appear to be.

"Only a mile left miltank then you're home." Nate muttered to the sleeping cow. Just then however Nate tripped on a extended root and fell hard to the ground dropping miltank roughly onto the ground.

"Son of a-" Nate muttered under his breath as he examined himself. He checked his limbs to see if anything was broken. Luckily nothing was and it seemed to be just some cuts and bruises.

Nate got back up and picked up miltank groaning under its immense weight. The sun beat heavily on him and Nate suddenly felt exausted but he knew miltanks owner mrs. Lyrica and knew also she hadn't slept since miltank went missing. He knew it wasn't just to her to camp out here just for his own sake no matter how tired he was. His mom had always told him that if "you care for others and do right by them, they'll do right by you". And this saying had proven true as when Nate does his little missions for the townsfolk they often repay him later.

One time after professor Alder had lost his prized evee, Nate went off to find it. He found it a week later in the ruins looking very battered. The evee had never set foot outside the town and had now idea how to defend itself. However the evee was asleep in front of a very odd looking shrine of sorts. It had a strange creature on it, a pokemon he assumed. Underneath it was a message written in a cryptic language he didnt understand. But he had the worst feeling while he was there and didnt stop running until he was back at the lab. To repay him for saving his prized evee professor Alder had given him a strange device he called a pokédex. This pokédex was always kept in nates pocket; however he had no clue as to how to use it.

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"Open the gates!" Officer Lenroy shouted out as Nate approached the front gate, miltank in tow.

The gates creekily opened anf like the gates to the Eden, brilliance shown over Nate as his eyes took in the city. No matter how many times he came here it always surprised him how glorious it was. It wasnt that it had huge towering buildings, it was just simple yet luxurious, large but small.

Nate stumbled inside exausted and saw a frantic mrs lyrica running torwards him.

"My Betsy oh sweet Betsy!" She crooned as she approached him and took her miltank untangling the fish nets. She embraced her lost miltank and began crying frantically. The whole scene was very touching but frankly Nate was exausted and just wanted to go home.

"Oh thank you so much, I'll never forget this!" Mrs lyrica crooned to him as she lsnuggled her miltank even more.

"Yeah," Nate groaned as he began stiffly walking the long way home. He drank in all the lights of the city as he walked. He passed the city fountain which had a Gyrados spouting out water surrounded by magicarp who did the same.

Nate took his turn and walked past professor Alders lab and was surprised to see the lights still on. Nate walked over to the window trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on. What he saw inside he would never forget. There was a man with his back to Nate with a very large trenchcoat on who was arguing audibly with professor alder.

"I left you here to control the island for me not cut them loose!" The strange man yelled at the professor. He was very large and Nate was terrified for professor Alder's well-being.

"Look controlling them wouldn't have sped it up but I found him, he's on the outskirts of town!" The professor said cringing under the mans angry demeanor.

The man grabbed the file that the professor held out and made to turn around. Nate quickly dropped under the window and heard the door open and shut and heard the man walk off. Nate took once last look inside the window one last time.

Professor alder was sitting at his desk crying with the light from his lane illuminating in face. A dark shadow was cast on it and he heard him mutter one thing:

"What have I done?"