Chapter One: Man, Missions, Minions, and Masterminds
"Recin!" The call was followed promptly by a shuffling of feet and the appearance of a tall, dark skinned man cloaked in a plain black trench coat. His bald head shone in the dimly chandelier lit room as he bowed to the figure sitting upon a throne of gold who had summoned him. "My lord, what is your bidding?" The dark skinned man inquired, holding the bowed position.
The man he bowed to, a frail, sickly looking white robed man (though unusually young looking) let off a cough as he answered. "My faithful brother, it appears as though Orstion had deceived us. He has taken the key, and fled towards the Cerul District, or so it seems. Your mission is simple. Retrieve the key and bring it back unto me, or destroy it by any means necessary. I care not which. But never, EVER let the key come in contact with any of the sealed beings, lest the days of darkness shall return. Avoid as much bloodshed as possible, if you will. We do not wish to harm the innocents. Go now, and strike swiftly, my brave warrior."
With no more than a nod, Recin arose and treaded over to exit the room, heading out for his mission.
Watching Recin leave, the white robed man snapped his fingers. In a second, another white robed young man came to stand beside the man seated in a throne. Their garbs were identical, save that the summoned man toted around a large, black cape with a distinct insignia on it. It bore a huge, human hand in the act of crushing a pokeball etched into the fabric. The man's long black hair reached the top of the capes collar, and his emerald eyes reflected in the light of the chandelier.
"Trenell, I believe we have discussed our plan already. You may proceed to conduct it now, and may the power of man be with you." The man's deep voice replied in a smooth, even, low tone: "It will be done. And if Recin does not succeed, rest assured I will." With that, the man exited the room as the last man had done.
The man robed in white in the chair was left alone in the small, dark, chandelier lit room. He rested his hands upon the ornately carved wooden desk in front of him, sighing. "One of my own high officers has disobeyed me, the key is at large, and my top agent has been sent to carry out his quest. I fear it may start all over again." The man dropped his hands off the table and began laughing bitterly.