Armor recharged, began logg.

          Thre knight back in, this story does have a lot of action due to the 
main character, he might be what I might become if I were him. Anyway, please 
read on, sword be sharp.

 

          Being lonely wasn't too bad, for normal people, then again, he wasn't 
exactly abnormal either, yet he liked it. He had once been a people person but 
that had changed, heck, he had changed drastically. His Metang that he had owned 
since he was young pushed him forward, his huge sand brown cloak fluttered in 
the sandstorm, he pulled his googles down over his eyes and his cloak over his 
mouth. He kept on walking forward, withstanding the pain as the sand got into 
his cuts, he grunted as the wounds healed instantly, thank the project leader 
for the Corsla and Machamp DNA, he thought as he went into a sad funk, he had 
forgotten who she was, his mom. He was trying to find her so, so, he shook his 
head and pressed forward, he couldn't think of what to do next, he had his team 
with him, he had done all the master requirements, he just didn't know what to 
do next. What could one person with his talents do, he chuckled at the joke, who 
out of their right mind would hire a person who was a top secret, Pokemon 
project, human war machine with skills that made him as powerful as Jirachi. But 
those skills had also made him widely feared, even by the few of the top ranking 
Masters and Black Ops agents, only the ones who didn't know who he was were 
excluded, he felt the soft touch of his companion on his back and he turned 
around to face her. Her long blond hair was mainly covered by the hood she wore, 
she also had the same type of headband on, white with a odd black and blue 
pokeball on the front, she wore hers like a hairband. 

          "Lati, latias?" she asked as he smiled back and pulled her hood over 
her forehead, he treated his not as old as him companion like a sister. Then 
again, he always did because of the Latios DNA, she had the DNA of Latias in 
her, and she was his "sister project", he had also had used some of his power to 
save her life. She could only talk in the language of the Pokemon whose DNA she 
had, she was about twelve, two years younger then the taller, stronger, war 
machine boy. He had quickly got up a mercenary job, helping Cass to protect her 
family members for a reunion, she had given him the information he needed, his 
companion's family. Her name was Jay, sister to Black Ops agent, Zack Talyor, 
who was incedently heading to Petalburg city, so they had to cross the desert 
and then, the boy stopped as his Metang jumped infront of Jay to protect her, 
the boy carefully looked around, he could smell the scent of Pokemon but what 
they were and where they were was a mystery. The boy still was a bit worried 
about the scent, he hadn't smelt the scent in a long time, since before he 
became human and before he, he shook his head, he didn't want to dwell entirely 
on the past. Being who he was, he didn't want to think about all of his past 
except the facts, he was the best of his type, now human with Pokemon blood, and 
incharge of little girl, he sighed and he looked ahead, he could see the well 
hidden portal, he was lucky that the Unown were his World's gatekeepers, he 
could surf their portals to get to his location faster. He knew he had to at 
least find a place to let off his charge, although, he sighed, he had found a 
place to have her stay at, a house in Pallet town, his last informers house, she 
had explained this to her father and the others at the house so Jay's stay would 
be easy going. He nodded to her and he watched as she hugged him and then walked 
into the portal, he shed a single tear that rolled off his cheek, she 
disappeared from sight and he turned around, he had a few places to go himself, 
and a few important competitions to do.

 

          He walked into the Zogon Region, he had been wanting to revisit his 
uncle's home for a long time. He made sure that he had the right clothes, his 
uncle had given him enough clothes and stuff, the boy looked around Pagon Town, 
he had heard from his uncle that they were having a contest, something that 
envovled Psychic types.

          "Yes Metang, this would be an excellent challenge," He spoke to his 
Metang as it nodded, he was turning around when he smelt fear and a proud scent, 
he spotted a little boy crying as his Abra was hit across the ground by a 
Gengar's Night Shade attack. 

He knew that he shouldn't interfere but he smelled the air again, he turned to 
one of the bullys, he could smell a familiarity.

          "Metang, its time I made a name for my self." He whispered as he 
walked over to the boy, he helped him up and his Metang helped up the Abra. The 
leader was really mad, his bright yellow hair seemed to catch the sun in anger.

          "Gengar, Luster Purge." The boy shouted as his Gengar aimed a blast of 
light at the taller boy, just as it was nearing him, one of his Pokeballs 
released their Pokemon and the blast was deflected, the Wobuffet stepped back as 
the boy stepped forward with his Metang.

          "My name is Tim, and you should remember it well." Tim calmly spoke, 
but the way he looked at them scared the bullies out of their clothes, Tim 
lifted his right arm, still covered by the cloak, and pointed to Gengar. 
"Metang, Pyschic Meteor!!!"

          "Gengar use," before the boy could say a thing, Metang had fired a 
Pyschic wave at the Gengar, taking it, the bullies and the ground out, the 
attack had taken out a huge chunk of the ground. 

Tim calmly turned around, stopped in front of the poster board and he ripped off 
the contest poster. Timmothy Jones had entered the Zogon Region and he was here 
to win, without his powers.

 

          Armor battery low, finish log. 

          Yes, unfortanely, I don't have enough time to finish his one 
immediately. I shall finish this soon, after I complete a few other ones, one to 
explain one of the unexplained characters. In the mean time, I have to temper my 
swords, farewell. A knight in a new age, Draven Knight