Well, thank you for the review. I will go in and edit the chapters up to fix these issues.
The action picks up a bit more in Chapter Two and Three.
Speaking of which, here it is,
You should not be here…
A voice. That’s all I could hear. I turned frantically, looking about the world for the source. There was nothing here but that creature and I. It couldn’t have come from it, could it? A monster like that certainly couldn’t be able to communicate with me if it’s not a Pokemon.
The Balance is being broken…
There it was again. I was beginning to sweat, and it seemed as if the world was caving in on me… and then, black. Nothing but darkness around me. I hadn’t passed out, it was just as dark as… well, I hadn’t ever seen anything darker than this. Suddenly, there was a glow. A red glow, It was dim at first, and it was slowly getting brighter, and brighter, until, I saw it. The creature.
It’s golden face gleamed against the fire that was coming from it’s mouth. It seemed to be angry, and was preparing some kind of massive attack. The fire was beginning to steam…
WHY HAVEN’T YOU LEFT!?!
The light came swirling towards me, in the shape of a gigantic beam of fire and energy. I rushed to get away, and was fortunately able to barely escape by diving out of the way. The beam rushed behind me, and I knew what he was doing. He was aiming towards me!
The creature came speeding towards my direction, preparing yet another attack. Or at least I thought. This one was much darker, and in the shape of a dark purple ball. Different bits of energy were swirling around it. It got bigger and bigger, until the blow.
THE BALANCE MUST NOT BE BROKEN!!!
It came hurdling to me, much faster than the beam of light, and engulfed me into pure darkness. I had felt no pain, which meant he had gotten me. I had passed out, which left him to do whatever he wanted with me.
I felt a red glow from beyond, but I couldn’t do anything about it.
You…you’re the one disrupting all this.
The Balance has been nearly broken because of you.
You don’t think I had seen you back there earlier?
You’ve gotten me into a lot of trouble with Arceus and the others.
He must’ve been thinking, because he didn’t say anything for a while. This gave me time to think of what he just said. It was very confusing.
Balance? What balance? This place had no balance from the first place if you ask me. And what was all that about Arceus? Isn’t he some kind of Pokemon god? And who are the others? Why would this thing be interacting with Pokemon gods? Certainly this guy wasn’t some kind of Pokemon.
Not some kind of Pokemon?!? What kind of madness is that?!?
How could you not know I am Giratina! Legend of Myth and Guardian of the Distortion World!!!
You have Five Days. Five days to get the hell out of my domain and return to your own world. Restore the balance. Sound easy enough?
Five days to get out of here? That might be the toughest thing I ever do, but I knew I couldn’t say I wouldn’t do that to him, so I said, “Yeah. I’ll do it.”
Your little trainer buddy is finding out about this too. He also has five days to get you. You either need to get out on your own, or have him rescue you. Five Days.
Michael had never experienced a stranger nightmare than the one he just had. It was in every way similar to his Aron’s, except that he of course was a human and Giratina had told him that Aron would find out as well.
He quickly awoke to find it was only 3:30 in the morning, but he got up and began his normal Morning activities. He quickly ate a snack and brushed his teeth. He threw on some regular old clothes; a shirt and jacket, and some jeans. He threw on his old Team Electabuzz baseball cap over his short black hair.
He grabbed his things and rushed out the door. By the time he left, it was 3:40.
“Five days,” he told himself.
Five days to get to that Distortion World. Wherever it is. He figured that if he was going to have to rescue Aron, he would have to get to Celestic in under 2 and a half days. He would have to speak with the elders to find where he could enter the Distortion World, and how.
As he left the hotel, he began running. Running as fast as a 13 year old boy could with a pack full of items. He did his best to ignore the last night-crawling Gastlys, but it was certainly a challenge.
He sent out his Galvantula to hopefully scare some of them away.
The routes weren’t too tough to tackle in the outskirts of big cites, as they weren’t too long. It wasn’t going to be fun once he was in the countryside.
There was nothing that was going to stop him. When he reached Oreburgh City, it was about 4:20, which was great time for someone running with a backpack on.
Oreburgh was a mining town that had seen better days, but was certainly holding up a lot better than neighbor Jubilife. The dirt roads strolled through the city, which held locations like the Gym and Fossil Museum. Dust was a common thing to run into in Oreburgh; it had settled on nearly every building and would flutter around in the air when the wind blew.
Michael decided he could muster a five minute break or so. It was a good strategy he had figured to get up early. He would hopefully be in Celestic in no time.
The break was over, but a little later than Michael had hoped.
It turned out he had fallen asleep on the park bench he was resting at. He quickly jerked his head up, and looked at his watch.
Michael quickly got up, and looked around. Where was his backpack? His navy blue pack had mysteriously gone missing, but Michael knew what must have happened. When he fell asleep, some punks probably took it to mess with him. He would have to find them, and quick. There was no time to waste, even if it was still; early in the morning.
“When I find these kids, I gonna kick their aSs,” he muttered angrily.
How would he find his backpack in a city like this? It didn’t matter that Oreburgh was a small city, it was still big enough for someone to have to take hours to find something. And that pack had his Pokemon!
“Ho-ho, someone’s gonna pay.”
He figured that the kids would take the Pokemon to either one of three places:
A dark alley with illegal Pokemon drug dealing.
Some kind of Museum. They could probably make money off his Pokemon there as well.
The Oreburgh mine. That place was supposedly dangerous without Pokemon, so he would be in huge trouble if they were there.
He decided to check the local museum first. It was only one place, so it would be easiest to go there first. He rushed over the Oreburgh Mining Museum. Judging by the name, Michael figured they weren’t here, but he checked anyway.
The museum was relatively small compared to other museums, but it had a good enough size for someone to hide here. The brick and stone walls were perfectly polished, as well as the podiums and glass cases holding artifacts. Oreburgh obviously took pride in their museum. The faded lights gave off a faint glow to give the room a darker effect, which would make it harder for Michael to find his darkly-colored pack.
He walked quickly around the museum, scanning the area for any Navy Blue backpacks, but to his dismay, there were none. As he left the museum, he gave it one last look, and then noticed the sign that simply stated,
No Backpacks in the Museum
Oreburgh Mining Museum
Michael groaned and slapped himself for being so stupid. Now he had wasted time that may have ruined his chances of finding them. He began searching the streets… looking and listening for any clue of Pokemon Drug Dealing.
As he walked, he heard rather loud yelling coming from an alleyway.
He looked down the trashed alley, and found smoke coming from behind a corner. This was also the source of the argument.
Michael scooted a little closer, until he was right behind the corner of the building.
He noticed his backpack, and then he listened.
“Listen little dude. I’m not giving you any cigarettes unless you give me that there Spider Pokemon. Galvantyah or whatever,” came a voice obviously about 14-15. A druggie, Michael thought.
“NO! I’m not giving him to you. I will give you this Rapidash instead! Please! Just a few cigarettes!” A boy said. Michael was disgusted by the amount of kids who wanted to try those things these days. This kid sounded like he was only 10 or 11.
Michael knew what he had to do. One druggie was enough, and he wanted his Pokemon back. He was going to do this for the kid’s sake and his Pokemon.
He turned the corner.
“Hey! Whaddya think you’re doing with my Pokemon?”
“Uh-oh,” the boy muttered, “HERE! Take all the Pokemon!” he tossed all the Pokeballs at the Cigerette kid.
“Wha-what?” he fumbled with the red and white spheres, then dropped them.
He then said, “Wait, your Pokemon? These are MINE. That kid gave them to me. He said he caught them fair and square…”
“Well, he took them from me.”
“Oh did he now? Well then he found them, and gave them to me..” the kid said,
“Which means they’re mine now.”
The kid smiled behind a cloud of smoke that emitted from his mouth.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to fight for it,” Michael threatened.
The two young men stood there, staring at each other for quite some time.
Finally, the druggie gave in and swung. It caught Michael off guard and sent him sprawling to the dirt. There wasn’t much blood, but Michael still felt the throbbing pain in his mouth.
Michael threw his own punch. This one also went to the mouth, and he was able to get him. As the cigarette boy fell backwards, a large cloud of smoke came flying out of his disgusting mouth. The kid was slow to get up, most likely because of weakness caused from smoking. This gave Michael his chance. He dived onto the cigarette boy and began pounding him repeatedly in the face.
The kid wasn’t actually that tough; he basically went unconscious after only a few punches. Michael grabbed his Pokemon and pack and headed off, leaving the kid to wake up and continue smoking.
Today he would take Rapidash. They had some ground to make up.
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