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Here's the sequel! I spent a lot of time planning it out and trying to fix the flaws of Book 1. It's set 3 years in the future and introduces a new character and a side plot. The personalities will be different, etc.
Here's a short prologue, the chapters are much longer, the first one is a few days hopefully. Enjoy!
Prologue
Thabet Zatreh was never one to be overly punctual, but he was rushing at the meeting place with an unpresented urgency. He glanced at his wristwatch anxiously, hoping that time might spontaneously leap forward and hour or two in a mystical feat of time warp. Sadly, Thabet wasn’t Dialga and therefore he couldn’t make time fly, though he considered throwing a clock outside a window just to be sure.
Thabet was dressed like any trainer you might encounter; he wore a brown sweatshirt over a pair of rugged blue jeans. His brown hair was naturally cropped short and a brown backpack was slung along his shoulders. Fading grass and mud stains on his shoes and jeans were a sign of his long travels and it was obvious from the limp in his walk that he injured himself not long ago.
He waited restlessly at the base of the mountain wondering how to burn time when his prayers were answered.
“Hey you, come here, I want to battle!” A teenage boy called, he was a weird kid to say the least, dressed in blue shorts and a white shirt while a blue baseball cap rested on his head.
“Alright, I got time.” Thabet replied.
“Cool, now go Haunter!” The young boy called, throwing a pokeball in the air. The sphere promptly exploded releasing purple ghost pokemon with a jagged mouth and eerie floating hands.
“Go Vulpix!” Thabet called, throwing another pokeball, releasing small red fox-like pokemon with multiple tails. Its eyes shown red and there strangely hypnotic almost seeming to trap you. The fur on its head curled neatly, giving a sort of girlish look, and while it had it looked like a fragile pokemon it had the air of menace.
“Haunter, Night shade!” The boy ordered to his pokemon which responded by firing a dark ray of aura at the little fox. But the ray never made contact; the fox had already disappeared.
“Use Extrasensory, Vulpix.” Thabet ordered calmly. Vulpix’s eyes glowed red and it released a powerful surge of energy the enveloped the ghost and weakened it. The haunter grunted weakly under the onslaught as it fought to stay conscious.
“Now light him up,” He said, and with that the small pokemon opened its jaws and breathed forth a roar of heat and flame that shrouded the ghost and hid it from view. The spectral pokemon disappeared behind a cloak of heat and a halo of red and orange flame.
A minute passed and the surrounding air was beginning to heat up. The oxygen almost seemed like it was being burnt out.
“Enough! You’ve won already!” The boy pleaded, the flames had gone on for a minute and the weak cries of the Haunter were no longer heard.
“That’s enough Vulpix,” Thabet began, “Vulpix…, I said enough.” But the pokemon didn’t respond, it kept up the power of the flame, its eyes shining a dark bloody red. The Vulpix’s fur bristled and its tails began to glow harshly, it seemed like the pokemon was going to burst into flames, too.
“NO! Stop, please!” the teen yelled in protest; the sight was unbearable. Murder was happening right in front of him and the victim was his own pokemon.
“Vulpix! Stop now!” Thabet ordered angrily, he was losing his cool, underneath his superiority he was panicking, all this training and hard work only to have failed. He couldn’t tame the killing instinct in his pokemon. “Vulpix! NO!” He shouted. Running forward, he tackled the little fox pokemon, the force of the impact ended the cremation and dazed the fox. Thabet quickly pulled out a pokeball and returned it before it focused. The Haunter was lying on the ground unconscious; its body was covered in blistering burns that were beginning to swell up.
The boy ran over to the body of his pokemon, inspected it and returned it into his pokeball. He turned and stared at Thabet in pure horror and hatred.
“What kind of pokemon is that?!” He asked, before running of in dismay.
Thabet watched the boy run off before he looked at the pokeball holding the Vulpix, he had asked the same question many times before. Three years had passed since he had first received the Vulpix and after all this time… all this training, his conclusion was…
“I honestly don’t know,” Thabet whispered before putting the Pokeball away.
Thabet had come to the Kanto region for a reason; he got a message from Vulpix’s former owner… he had meeting to get to.
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