[center][color=silver][h2]Sinis[/h2][/color][/center] “No snap out of it Vulpix,” the young trainer yelled towards the arena, as a Vulpix look around dazed and confused. “I am afraid the night draws nears,” Sinis tells the young trainer, “Grim, do the honors.” The Gengar, Grim, gave a pleasant grin as a black aura surrounded him and wispy ghost fire engulfed the Vulpix which screamed out in pain. Was it okay to keep going on like this, he wondered. Outside of this arena the world was turning black. An abyssal shadow was beginning to engulf all of the regions. And yet he was told by the Champion to keep going. They were all informed that. Perform like normal. While the world out there crumbled, it was heartbreaking. “Vulpix, no,” the kid cried out, “Well….you’re in for a surprise now. Go Pidgeotto.” Sinis stared at the kid and nodded. “I admit you have the talent to go far,” Sinis told him slowly, “But you won’t beat me today.” He saw many talented trainers, but many of them were not talented enough. Grim was rearing to go, he hadn’t been hurt near as much and was simply waiting for the next to come. Mimikyu held onto his pant leg, it didn’t like being in its ball, fair though he wouldn’t like to be there all the time either with no friends to talk to. “Don’t underestimate me!” the kid shouted at him. “Then show me what you have,” Sinis told him. “Pidgeotto, use gust, then triangle fly formation,” the kid said. Such fancy wording. Yet, Sinis held strong. Standing firm. He was ready for anything this kid threw at him. It would be the same story. They all came. They didn’t all conquer the mountain they so desperately sought to conquer. But they would, one day. Hard loss was one of the ways to learn that. He had faith that this would teach them something even if they lost. ---- ---- --- They were brought somewhere else. A room that was only bathed in a purple light. The three Legendary dogs were staring them down. And there was a strange individual who stood among them. A calling then? There were others who had come, Kamon, the Unofficial Champion of Kanto who said to have beaten the Champion of Kanto and refused the title. He did the same with Johto as well he heard. Next would be another recognizable face, Pastel Rivas. The current Kalos Queen in one of her colorful, joyful costumes. So far he understood the choices, bother very capable trainers in their own right. Then there was a man who looked rough, wrinkly clothes, glasses, and messy hair. Sleeping. If the three of them had been chosen, then there was a reason this man was here. The next was a young girl, that he would admit terrified him with the expression that she carried. And she were in handcuffs. But he would always try to give someone the benefit of the doubt. There was always a reason for something, wasn’t there? The last was a poor young man who probably needed some good love and attention. He was so skinny and looked so tired. He looked worse for wear. Sinis heart went out to him. The Mysterious Individual began to spoke. Which began to stir different reactions into different people. He knew Kamon was capable of reason, but he wasn’t showing it right now with that statement. But Sinis could imagine the stress and burden he must have placed on himself to fight the shadow alone. He had heard rumors that Kanto Elite Four members had become Shadow Trainers influenced by the shadows. So it must be very taxing to be the only one fighting. The sleeping man had awoken believing this a sort of dream. And Sinis wish this were a dream. While the one who was handcuffed used their Absol to cut them off. And the other guy dumped a cup of ramen on the floor of what must be some sort of sacred temple. Pastel began to freak out and ask about ransom, so he quickly or as quickly as he could came to her aid. Placing a hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. “Pastel,” Sinis told her, “You remember me. We did a commercial together. I do not think this is what is quite going on. We’ve been asked, to save the world.” He looks up to the Mysterious Individual, “That’s correct to say.” The Individual nodded. Still trying to comfort Pastel he said, “I am Sinis Trixie, I work for the Elite Four of the Kalos region,” he said, “I would like to help save the world with all of you.” He looked at the one with a look that scared him. It wasn’t very good logic, but maybe it get her to see the importance of this. “There won’t be much of a world left if you don’t help,” Sinis told her, “You’ll die. Your Pokemon will die. I might not have powers.” He glances his gaze to Kamon, “But I know the signs and symptoms are just getting worse. You won’t have much of a world left if we don’t do something.” He looks to Kamon. “You know this as well, it’s commendable you want to fight, but maybe not best alone,” Sinis told him, “We all have one world. And we all know what is happening. Let’s not pretend that this is going to get any better.” Sinis hoped Kamon would listen. And he hoped his brand of reasoning was enough for the girl. [center][h2]**[/h2][/center] The Mystery Man just nods his head towards Sinis. He might be the glue that sticks them together. Looking at the scared girl, who began to panic. “It was not my intention to frighten you,” he told her, “Just to recruit you. All of you. In saving this world. Because it is dying. We have nothing left.” He turned to Kamon. “It is as Sinis says, this is not a battle that can be fought alone,” he tells him. And turns to Roger who is awake. “I apologize for the confusion,” he says, “I was collecting individuals. Each with their own capabilities and skills to save this world.” “I don’t have much time,” he says, “I’m sorry there was a lot more I had to say. But we’re running out of time.” He pauses, “Please save the world trainers. Please part these shadows.” Suddenly the room shattered, exposing a cloudy sky the group hung in the air for awhile before they were transported down to a grassy field. The one Kamon had been standing in before he had been transported to the room.