It was a dome. A large white building, barren on the outside, save for the words “Cascadia City Gym” in large sappire lettering and the gym’s insignia: a silk-woven egg. The large double door entrance was flung wide open, revealing the bountiful interior.

A veritable forest, dozens of trees taking root and reaching towards the top of the four story dome. Trainers from children to adults were going about their business; feeding or grooming their pokemon, practicing their tactics or teaching moves, even battling. The center of the room was barren; tightly packed earth with white lines plastered over it in the shape of an official league battlefield. Sitting criss-cross on the side of the field farthest from the door was none other than the gym leader himself.

He was a young adult, aged 24. His hair was red and combed into a curved flourish that one might call a stylish cow-lick. his eyes were blue and his face plain and unblemished. he wore a red short-sleeve shirt and blue jeans. He was currently breathing deeply, his eyes idly wandering from one person or pokemon to another. But what was this? A new figure had appeared in the doorway.