It wasn’t the brightest of Days on the pokemon isle; in fact it was quite the opposite. Rain clattered to the floor and the wind had picked up drastically. The sea roared up onto the once warm sand of the beach as the palm trees swayed frantically side to side. A flock of Wingull escaped the scene quickly and took off further into the centre of the pokemon isle. Here they were joined by a mixed flock of winged pokemon who had been horribly disturbed from they’re slumber by the sudden change in weather. Like the palm trees on the beach, even the great oak trees of the nearby forest were having some difficulty standing in one spot.
The small ponds rippled madly with the heavy breath of the wind and the small river pokemon quickly delved deeper into the water in order to escape the harsh downpour of rain. As for the forests residence they were quite bewildered by the harshness of the storm. It made no sense, not an hour ago there was not a cloud in the sky and the moon shined brightly and calmly down upon the residence of the island. All of a sudden a great storm had picked up without any reason as to why; it was confusing to say the least.With time the storm passed and the moon shined through once again. The clouds spread and the stars twinkled down upon the confused residence. It was hard to sleep that night.
The next morning, a council was called in the centre of the forest. A small village built by pokemon, home to the elders of the forest. A wise Venasaur sat at the head and lead a tremendous group of old warriors, said to have protected the forest from evil long ago, a Noctowl who could see the future and its dangers, a Butterfree whose quick maneuvers delivered messages without fail, a Lucario who was once a fierce fighter and a Milotic who once sailed her companions far and wide.
For hours they discussed the strange happenings from the night before, the storm, the harsh waves and the hectic winds. The Noctowl could see nothing, claimed that whenever he tried to gaze into the future of this mess that a purple fog would obscure his view. It was a mystery, not even the Noctowl could foresee what was to come. The villagers lowered their heads in sorrow. What could t have been? And if the Noctowl of legend could not see the future there was defiantly something wrong.
The Venasaur stood from his place and turned to the Butterfree. “We are too old to deal with this, my friend. We need ones with more energy and charisma. I wish for you to find them.” But before the Butterfree could answer, there was a huge explosion, the ground shook and from afar the Pokemon could see balls of fire rise into the air. They gasped and started to panic until the Lucario stood and waved his hand. With the blink of an eye, the Pokemon calmed and the Lucario spoke. “I had wished that no one would have to set foot there again.” The Venasaur sighed deeply and nodded. “Indeed.”
“It seems the Volcano has yet another secret that needs to be unfolded.” The Noctowl stated, turning to the Milotic who sat below his branch in a small pond. She sighed too “The young ones will have much to face on this journey.” She turned to the Butterfree. “My friend, you must go, find them and bring them to us. We will explain everything to them when they arrive. Choose wisely my friend, for they are our only hope.”
“I will, my lady. But what should I tell them?”
The Venasaur looked up at the hovering Butterfree “Tell them to hurry. We’ve not much time. I sense darkness from the volcano once more, this time much more powerful. Our Hero’s will have to travel far. Over jagged mountains, rough terrain and sail raging seas. They will meet both friends and foes, conquer evil and learn many skills and magic’s. Many wonders await them and at the end of it all lays a question of life or death. Whether they conquer that evil or join it will be up to them, but try to choose as wisely as you can, my friend.”
“I will do that, elder. Please have confidence in both me, and the chosen ones.” With that, he rose into the air and took off in search of the next hero’s.
“I trust your judgment.” The Venasaur whispered as he slowly lost sight of the Butterfree.