The wind cut through the trees surrounding the large, dark beast with a 
fury not unlike that of a fifth category hurricane. A young man, not possibly 
older than sixteen, threw up his arm to block the twigs and leaves from 
entering his eyes and attempted to scream at the dark beast who it appeared 
was being literally torn to shreds. The beast tried to turn away and flee 
towards the young man, making a sound that was barely audible over the roar 
of the wind and the enormous green lizard-like creature flying in the air.
	“Hm. And I thought perhaps I had found a challenge at last. But no… 
Come, Alice, Kenneth, let’s go,” sighed a tall individual with a white trench 
coat as he turned at shoved his hands roughly into his pockets so that the 
tips of his jacket shook with something akin to human frustration. The other 
two people on the cliff next to him glanced at the man in the white coat and, 
as he pulled out a hand to flick it in a forward motion before replacing it 
back in the pocket, turned and fell into step, one on either side of him. The 
one who the coated individual had referred to as Alice fingered a miniscule 
red and white ball on a strap around her leg. Oh, Christopher… When did 
things turn to this? she thought to herself, making sure to keep a straight 
face and keep in step. Without turning her head, her eyes flitted over to the 
man opposite her and when she saw him return her look, she raised her eyebrow 
ever so slightly. Nobody else would have been able to see the change, but Ken 
was not simply somebody else. He noticed, and made no physical reply to her. 
It would have to wait.
	The trio walked down the path in utter silence. The effect they had on 
their surroundings was odd, as no sounds were to be heard except for those of 
the quickly quieting battle behind them as the Rayquaza tore apart the 
Trainer’s essentially defenseless Pokémon. No bird Pokémon chirped or sang, 
and the light footfalls of Bidoofs or Ratattas were nowhere to be found. The 
somber three Trainers would have been a sight to behold, to most people, with 
the leader of the triangle in his white coat and slim black pants, blue hair 
standing a few inches tall in straight spikes and a rough black triangle 
under his bottom lip, the expression belying that face cold and almost bored. 
The female of the three walked along, her yellow hair curling just above her 
breasts, with a thick stripe of a shocking blue similar to the leader’s going 
down one side. A small blue bow was tied in her hair on the other side, 
providing a sense of balance about the girl. Her hair was offset by her 
striking red vest that split slightly below her bellybutton and the white 
pants that hung loosely at her hips.
	The other man, who seemed to be the same age as the leader, wore 
chocolate colored hair of a medium length that swooped around his face, as if 
attempting to cover a small but noticeable scar running lengthwise down his 
face beside his right eye. A smooth, very caricatured beard ran from the 
beginning of his jawbone, over his lips and below his chin to the other end 
of his jawbone. The hair on his face was of a somewhat darker color that that 
that came from his scalp. His body was built, and nude he might have 
resembled someone from the ages of Rome or Greece. From his chest hung a 
loose yellow-white shirt  with sleeves that ran down to his forearms, 
revealing several tattoos on his arms.
	As the moon began to fall and the sun began to waken, the three were 
nowhere to be found, but the traces of their earlier presence was everywhere, 
such as the torn and uprooted sections of the forest where the green dragon 
had raged. But, the signs of struggle were most evidenced on the young man 
who laid bleeding from his forehead slightly, a large mummy-looking creature 
with a gleaming red eye shaking as it tried to hold both of their weight as 
it carried its trainer back toward the Pokémon Center they had last visited. 
It cried, utterly mortified and fearful for its Trainer’s life. It is said 
that when a Dusclops cries, the world’s tragedies begin to unfold.