Vendetta woke with a start. He'd been having those dreams again. The visions. Not even Menace had been able to see into the future. Not like Vendetta could
control the visions...
The Shadow, resplendent in shimmering volcanic black stood overlooking the Sunken Garden. Laughing with triumph, he led the Defeated away in chains as the world corrupted beneath his molten gaze. He turned to where the Avenger stood and the Defeated followed his gaze. The Avenger raised a claw in challenge and the Shadow laughed a deep laugh, hollow of all emotion, as if the very fibre of his being had been numbed by a thousand years of cold and empty solitude...
Vendetta knew the figures in his dreams only by the names of the Shadow, the Defeated and the Avenger. Clear as day in his visions, as soon as he awoke, they blurred. He looked around. He was at the edge of Manifold Forest. He had been travelling alone for some time, ever since Shadow Pokémon attacked up in the north of the Forest, where he had lived with his mate and son, where his old Alakazam mentor had been captured. Vendetta was loathe to leave his family but he owed it to Menace to make the effort, to try and find him. But travelling alone was getting to him. When he had no social contact, he got into what he called "the mood". The last time he'd been in the mood, he'd toppled Arceus only knows how many trees. But he'd yet to encounter another Pokémon. Most Pokémon gave him a wide berth due to the dark aura he seemed to give off. He sighed. Old prejudices lingered like a bad odour.
The Shadow, resplendent in shimmering volcanic black stood overlooking the Sunken Garden. Laughing with triumph, he led the Defeated away in chains as the world corrupted beneath his molten gaze. He turned to where the Avenger stood and the Defeated followed his gaze. The Avenger raised a claw in challenge and the Shadow laughed a deep laugh, hollow of all emotion, as if the very fibre of his being had been numbed by a thousand years of cold and empty solitude...
Vendetta knew the figures in his dreams only by the names of the Shadow, the Defeated and the Avenger. Clear as day in his visions, as soon as he awoke, they blurred. He looked around. He was at the edge of Manifold Forest. He had been travelling alone for some time, ever since Shadow Pokémon attacked up in the north of the Forest, where he had lived with his mate and son, where his old Alakazam mentor had been captured. Vendetta was loathe to leave his family but he owed it to Menace to make the effort, to try and find him. But travelling alone was getting to him. When he had no social contact, he got into what he called "the mood". The last time he'd been in the mood, he'd toppled Arceus only knows how many trees. But he'd yet to encounter another Pokémon. Most Pokémon gave him a wide berth due to the dark aura he seemed to give off. He sighed. Old prejudices lingered like a bad odour.
