Making of Champions: Chapter Three3
A large boat cut easily through the churning ocean. The waves themselves writhed beneath a jet black sky which assailed the boat and the body of water beneath it with a torrent of rain. Alone on deck, a man stared off into the distance wherein at this point in the journey land would be visible. Today, the land was blocked by a thick veil of cloud and surf.
Detective Inspector Looker was completely unfazed by the heavy deluge. It always seemed to rain whenever he was forced to go to the Valhemma region. Unfortunately, this was only one of the many reasons why the man despised the region. The people- in his opinion- were not competent enough to manage their own affairs and always seemed to need the help of an ace detective like himself. Surely these days there were better candidates than Looker to solve whatever problem had arisen.
Deep lines carved through Looker's once handsome face, a bi-product of the seemingly endless nights in which sleep had seemed to elude him and even
A little girl dressed in blue sat alone with an egg. The egg was orange with black splotches and the girl constantly attempted to work out the identity of the creature within but to no avail. She sat on a plush cream carpet and gently patted the object besides her. Slowly, the girl's mother entered the room.
"Akira, it is such a lovely day outside. Why do you not go out and play?"
"No thanks, mom," The girl chirped, "I want to stay here and keep my egg company."
"You could take it with you, you know?" Her mother replied.
"My arms are too small and the egg is too big," Akira explained, "I might drop it or hurt it."
And so the mother turned away from her daughter, proud that she had raised such a loving creature.
The next day, the sun shone radiantly through the window once more illuminating the spot on the carpet where Akira sat and nursed her egg. Akira took off her deep blue hat- it was too big for her and kept on falling across her eyes- and placed it upon the egg.
Peering down from amidst a vast ocean of blue, the radiant sun bathed the land in a pleasant glow. In response to the positive energy that seemed to be swirling through the air, a little girl's laughter rang out across the vast, open fields reaching the edge of a dense forest. Neither sun nor laughter seemed able to penetrate the deep thicket and nothing ever seemed to emerge from such a dark place.
The laughter originated with from a stout young girl who was no older then about five years old. She wore a sleeveless jacket which was slightly too large for her and a deep blue hat that was designed to be worn by a teenager and thus often fell over her eyes. Alongside the smiling girl was a small orange and black pig who trotted alongside the girl and seemed to prance with much jubilation whenever it noticed the girl's deep blue eyes.
"Firepaw," The girl began, "What do you wanna do today?"
"Tepig!" Firepaw cried cheerfully before running around the girl in a circle.
Making of Champions: Chapter Two2
In accordance with the code of champions if a champion is unable to begin a battle due to not actually possessing any Pokémon, the challenger wins by default. However, this rule also means that if the champion can raise a team of six Pokémon within seven days then the challenger may be battled and, if defeated, the champion can still hold the title. Knowing this procedure, Horatio had spent the last seven days in the best manner he could find; complaining. If there was a person in Horatio's phonebook they had been contacted and interrogated. So far, there hadn't been a solid lead on anyone who may desire to steal Pokémon- Horatio didn't mingle with that type of person. However, someone had mentioned a guy called Slick but hadn't been much help besides that. Horatio had no idea who Slick was but he could safely assume he was not a man of great standing; the champion had never met him after all.
Horatio knew that his time in this luxurious apartment was drawin