It's time to get this thing started...let the Revolution begin!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Switch, get down from there!"
The grass was emerald on either side of the long, winding dirt road, and the sky was crimson to match. As the evening light began to trickle away and give way to the night, birds could be seen everywhere, flocking to their nests for some much needed rest. Animals and Pokemon alike were scrambling to return to their dens, almost as if they had a strange aversion to the darkness that was soon to come. All this, while a large, solid Heracross dangled from a rather large hickory tree, it's master chastising it as it froliced.
"Switch, so help me god! I will beat you down from there! This is the third tree we've stopped at in the past hour, and at this rate we'll never make it to Orre!"
The quirky bug, ignoring his trainers orders, climbed up fully onto the branch it dangled from, and swiftly dug its talons into the bark. Scraping off bark and digging up wood, the Heracross latched his tight mouth around the hole as soon as sweet sap started to ooze from the wound. Sighing, Trilroy gave into his Pokemon's strong will and decided to sit down at the base of the tree. Reaching on his belt and grabbing a Pokeball, he pressed the button in the middle and released his partner inside.
Emerging from the light of the Pokeball, the image of Duke, his Hitmonchan, took form. Red fists, crew-cut like formation on his head, and a kilt-like skirt, the fighting Pokemon was an impressive sight. And as instantly as he appeared, so too did he fall to the ground next to Trilroy, and pulled his knees in near to himself.
"At least I can count on you buddy..." Trilroy exhaled.
Duke nodded in confirmation and scooted in closer to his trainer. He put his head closer to Trilroy, and Trilroy did the same. Their two heads supporting eachother up, the two of them relaxed, and watched the night start to appear from beyond the mountains that outlined the Orre region far off in the distance. The sounds of Zubat and Murkrow filled the air, as the night Pokemon shifted with the day. The suckling of Switch, loud and ignorant of those around him, complimented the scene admirably. Trilroy sat back and laughed to himself in blissful amusement. Duke obliged with the same reaction.
After their giddiness waned and the dark of night started to become more and more apparant, the laughter from Trilroy ceased, and in its place came the seriousness of their perdicament. The atmosphere of the area shifted as well, to which Switch took notice. Slowly but surely, it halted its sap snack, and after wiping its mouth of residue, flew down from its perch and found a seat next to his partner Pokemon. Together, the three of them sat. And together, the three of them waited. For what, no one really knew.
"You guys," Trilroy started, breaking the silence, "You realize that we're almost at the gates of Orre?"
His two pokemon turned their heads to the right and nodded at him slowly in appreciation of their situation. Trilroy saw this, and in turn, he shook his head.
"You realize that Orre is a Keeper stronghold? And that even if we lay low, we may still get into serious trouble?"
Again his Pokemon nodded, and again Trilroy shook his head. His Pokemon were stubborn, just as he had trained them, and they would do whatever it was that they thought was just. Realizing this, and after gazing at his Pokemon in examination, he finally gave a sigh and leaned back against the tree where they sat. His Pokemon mimiced his motions and they too leaned back, their heads turned towards the far off mountians, and their eyes staring at no particular point. The three of them sat. The three of them waited. What for...who's to say?
"I know I can count on you..."