Sequel of Pokemon Quest: Sentinel of Starry Skies.
Inspired by: Dragon Quest and Pokemon
Made by: Yusei Fudo and Duke Devlin
Dan hummed a little as he strode through the gardens of Twinleaf Town. he’d been here for nineteen years now, and the city never lost its sense of wonder. Everything here emanated calmness, and to him it was almost like a scent, a fragrance of everything in bloom, and he inhaled it with a smile.
Of course, some of that “fragrance” was that of actual flowers in bloom. he had never seen healthier, more colorful flowers(he had never been to Floaroma), or eaten more delicious fruits and vegetables than here. And the knowledge! Dan felt he had learned more in the last seven years than in his entire life—and most of that in the last two, since Ernest Alexanderson had formally taken him as his apprentice. Few things contented him more than sitting curled up in the sun with a cold glass of sweet Oran Berry Juice and a pile of books. Of course, some of the rarer parchments needed to be protected from sunlight and spilled juice, so the next best thing was sitting inside one of the many rooms, wearing gloves so his hands would not damage the fragile paper, carefully perusing something that was older almost than he could comprehend.
But for now, he just wanted to wander in the gardens, feeling the living earth beneath his feet, smelling the incredible scents, and, when hunger gnawed at his stomach, reaching up and plucking a ripe goldenbark apple warm from the sunlight and crunching it happily.
At the center of the town, a statue of the guardian of the town stood; proud, graceful, and his wings spread wide. On the dais, something is written in gold: "Ales, Guardian of Twinleaf Town. May the flames in his valiant heart burns forever and lights up our path."
Shooter felt a quick jolt went through him as he saw the statue. He had a friend, who looked exactly like the guardian, and happens to has a same name as the guardian.
Ah, but it was a long time ago. He died when Shooter was twelve.
"Bro, in Oreburgh, we aint read! We work at the mine and dug up fossils!" Came a familiar, cheerful voice, and a strong tap on the boy's shoulder.
Shooter grinned, pushing his friend, Joey, playfully "hey bro." He said.
Joaquin Moriarty, known as Joey, is Shooter's best friend. His outfit consists of a standard brown jacket, unbuttoned, and a black shirt underneath, and a jeans. A Premiere Ball is strapped above his waistline, largely hidden beneath the lower rim of his jacket. His brown hair is sectioned in two layers, the layer closest to his face a darker shade of brown than the one behind it. His black eyes are positioned directly beneath the bangs of the layer closest to his face. He wore a red Poketch on his left arm.
"You're goin to see Vara's performance aight?" Shooter asked, pointing to the big stadium few blocks away from his house. The stadium is newly built, only two years old, and it will host a big pokemon coordinating event
"Of course. I tell you man, she's smokin hot and extremely skillful." Joey chuckled, taking his premiere ball, and tossed it to the air, caught it again, and toss it again "I'll be there, yo."
Two large, strong arms wrapped around Jasmine's waist like a band of steel. "Are you going to see Vara in Twinleaf Today?" The man asked.
Diego Moriarty, the third Elite Four, and also the husband of Jasmine Moriarty, smiled as he rested he grinned against Jasmine's cheek.
He pulled away, and walked towards the bookshelf. He reached for the pokeball on top of the shelf, and strapped it to his belt "hmm.. Today's going to be a long day... Got some paperwork to do, and there's lots ambitious youngster trying to challenge the league today.."
The dinner was a formal one. The return of Ky Midgard, leader of Royal Knights from his mission, and the arrival of Breanne Lamia Neferata, on the same day had sent those Celestrians who served the castle into a flurry of activity. There was a large dining room that was reserved for special occasions, and it was here that the dinner was hosted.
A table large enough to seat over two dozen stretched from one end of the room to the other. Overhead, three chandeliers twinkled with brightly burning candles, echoed by the candles burning on the table. Sconces along the walls held torches, and to keep the ambiance gentle while still providing sufficient illumination, several globes hovered around the sides of the room, ready to be summoned where a little extra light might be needed. Servants rarely intruded, save to bring out and clear the courses; bottles of wine poured themselves with the flick of a finger. Flute, harp, and lute provided soothing background music, their graceful notes created by magic rather than human hands or breaths of air.
Prince Vasilios presided in one of his rare appearances. He was a tall man, seeming all the taller because of his thin built. his eyes were alert and piercing. Present also was Valerie the fairy, who runs the starlight express. her hair catching the candle-and torchlight to gleam mostly silver, with red and black streaks. Many others were in attendance, all of high rank. Breanne, in fact, was far and away the lowest-ranking person present.
Breanne came from a military background, and one of the things her father had instilled in her was a solid understanding of her strengths and weaknesses. “It is as much of a mistake to underestimate yourself as to overestimate yourself,” Daelin, her father, had once told her. “False modesty is as bad as false pride. Know exactly what you are capable of at any moment, and act accordingly. Any other path is folly—and could be deadly in battle.”
She knew she was deft in the magical arts. She was intelligent and focused, and had learned much in the short time she had already been here. She doesn't live at the observatory, because she's a famous singer in Sinnoh, known as D-va. Also, Breanne is gifted with mesmerizing beauty-- with just speaking in a low, sensual, and seductive tone, she could get almost any guy to do what she wants. Her beauty, is also her curse. She rely too much on people, making herself a fragile little figurine.
The conversation, not surprisingly as the internment camps were located fairly close to Observatory, focused on the Dimago, although the Observatory liked to think itself above such things.
Ky Midgard reached a long, elegant hand for another slice of bread and began buttering it. “Brainwashed or no,” he said, “they are dangerous.”
“My father, King Axel, agrees with your assessment, Ky, Leader of the Royal Knights” Prince Vasilios said, smiling charmingly at the blonde Royal Knight “That’s why the interment camps exist in the hidden islands of Johto Region. It is unfortunate that they cost so much to maintain, but surely, a little gold is a small price for the safety of the people of Observatory and the mortals.”
“They are beasts, brutes,” said Ky, his normally tenor voice dropping in his disgust. “They and their so called unique fighting style damaged Spear Pillar badly. Only Dialga's energies prevented them from wreaking even more havoc than they did. Mortals, however, couldn't even guess what's happening on top of Mt Coronet, at the Spear Pillar, where more than fifty Celestrians are killed."
Breanne recalled the one glimpse she had seen of the Dimago. Dark, and graceful in their own way.
“Have you been to the camps, Ky?” she said tartly, speaking before she could stop herself. “Have you actually seen what they have become?”
Color rose in Ky’s cheeks for a moment, but he kept his expression pleasant. “No, Lady Breanne, I have not. Nor do I see any need to. I see what they have done whenever I remember the face of my slain comrades. I pay my respects to those slain in that attack. And surely you have not seen them, either. I cannot imagine that so refined a lady would wish to be given a tour of the camps.”
Breanne very carefully did not look at Vasilios as she replied, “While His Highness gives me a lovely compliment, I do not think that refinement has any bearing on one’s desire to see justice. Indeed, I think it rather more likely that a refined individual would not wish to see sentient beings slaughtered like animals.” She gave him a pleasant smile and continued eating her soup. Ky gave her a searching look, confused by her reaction.
Ky turned toward the young prince. “It is my understanding that the Dimago were not always so bloodthirsty. Falric, my second in command told me what he had learned from Garona, who—”
“Garona was the Dimago who murdered Admiral Daelin Neferata”The Prince said, all trace of good humor gone. “With all due respect, I do not think we can trust anything such a creature says.”
Breanne's lips curved in a frown. Father--
“Ah, but if they can be returned to a peaceful state, then we will not have to keep them locked up in the camps, and the money can be distributed elsewhere,” Ky said mildly, before the entire table could erupt in argument. “I’m sure King Axel does not levy these fees simply to line his own pockets. How does your father fare, Prince Vasilios? And your family? Have any young ladies caught your eye, or are you still Observatory’s most eligible bachelor?”
Valerie turned her attention to her plate, but Breanne knew he was following the conversation keenly. She kept her own face carefully composed.
Vasilios did not look in Breanne direction as he laughed and reached for the wine. “Ah, that would be telling, would it not? And where’s the fun in that? There’s plenty of time left for such things.”
Mixed feelings washed over Breanne. She was a little disappointed, but also somewhat relieved. Perhaps it was best if she and Vasilios remained only friends. After all, she had come here only to attend the formal dinner, not flirt.