Title: Desert Heat
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: None
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #162, Scorch
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: None

This heat. This terrible, horrible, heat wave that blankets the land in cruel red, searing life from dry bones day in and day out – it laps at the edges of his flowing robes, hooded white protection against the noonday sun. Will it never end? He adjusts his Go-Goggles; supremely glad his friend imported them from Houen, as he scans the horizon.

No wonder no Pokémon lie native to this land. Orre is nothing but a desolate desert wasteland, bereft of anything remotely resembling natural resources. Perhaps deposits of ore lie beneath its harsh surface, perhaps not.

In any case, it is hardly worth his notice.

Professor Oak makes a check mark in the box on his notes, and releases Hypno to teleport him home, glad to be out of this place.

He’s certainly never going to send any young Trainers there, ever…

Perhaps that’s why Cipher and Snagem found it so easy to take over

End Fic

Completed 6/5/07

6 minutes? Wow, I must have been drugged or something. I don’t even like Oak! But this prompt was pretty interesting!