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Post by determinedguardian on Apr 2, 2009 22:22:58 GMT -5
Prologue
Mark sighed as he looked around the Champions room. It was a beautiful hall. The whole place seemed to sparkle like a precious gem in the dim light of the torches. Mark simply awaited the next trainer who felt that they were worthy of challenging him. That was his curse as the Elite 4 Champion. There would be no rest for him until all he was defeated by another trainer and freed from his title. He knew that that day was still a long ways off, if it would ever come.
He placed a hand on one of the pokeballs that hung on his belt. He felt emptiness permeate through his body when he realized that the pokemon meant nothing to him. They were just tools. He hadn’t endured countless battles and other hardships with these pokemon. No, they were nothing to him. Simply tools to battle the next trainer who had spent countless hours battling and training with their pokemon, forming a strong bond that Mark couldn’t even begin to fathom. It was funny how things started all too simply. It started all those many years ago in New Bark Town…
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