Chloe DeSanna lived a charmed life. She had everything she could ever possibly want. Her mansion was located in the sweeping Kanto countryside, surrounded by a forty foot high fence. The grounds were highly varied and included an enormous lake, sixty-five feet deep, and nearly half a mile wide. A forest, full of high trees marred the fields that made up the largest part of the property. The rocky regions in the western part of the enclosure was home to a natural gas well, and the fires that sprang up there had at times, caused the stone to heat up enough to grill on. But, in Chloe’s eyes, the most wonderful thing on her land was the Poke’mon. Around 120 of the 150 species of Kanto lived with her in and around the mansion. She could have imported others from Johto or Hoenn, but she just didn’t feel the same way about them. Growing up in Kanto, her heart belonged to it’s native creatures. She stepped out of her home, stretched, and greeted a new day.
A shadow was suddenly cast upon the great land around Chloe’s personal kingdom, has her favorite Poke’mon, and fully grown Dragonite, swooped down from the sky and landed a few feet from her. Dragonite were said to posses intellect comparable to that of a human, and she believed it whole heartedly. Back when she traveled the world, Vincent (she had named him Vincent) had gotten her out of more than one tight space.
“Good morning…” she said walking over to him. His gaze was far off, which was unusual, at least for Chloe. Vincent was almost always attentive, and this was usually when he came to get his breakfast. On her belt, Chloe has several pouches of Poke’mon food, she held some out for him, but he seemed uninterested in the food as well.
“Hmm, well, I guess you’ll be hungry until lunch…” Chloe said. She kept a very strict diet for all of the Poke’mon that lived with her, and even though he was, she would not play favorites with Vincent. Leaving the front of the house behind, she walked onward for a while before reaching the lake. Sitting beside the tall grass, and letting her fingers dangle in the clear water a few water based Poke’mon came over to greet her. A Squirtle, two Psyducks, and a Goldeen, made their way and rested beside her. Putting some food down for them, she picked up the Squirtle. It was about ready to evolve, she could tell just be looking into his eyes. He playfully jumped out of Chloe’s arms and looked as if he were playing Peek-a-Boo behind a large patch of weeds. She smiled, got up and walked to the forest. After half of an hour of spreading around food for her creatures, she sat on a stump and took a break. Her mind felt cloudy, and within moments she began to hear a voice, grainy and raspy at first, but it tuned itself into precise neural passage ways, and than became clear, almost beautiful,
“Hello Chloe.” The voice said
“Hello Sepultura…” she replied, not with her physical voice mind you, but with the echos of her mind. Sepultura was an Alakazam that had recently come into her possession, the two of them could communicate via telepathy.
“When will be leaving?” The high level Poke’mon asked her.
“What do you mean?” She replied.
“The man has come again.” With that the Sepultura teleported away, and Chloe gave a mad dash to the front gate.
Sweat poured from her brow, her legs pumped with a rhythm that could only come with years of training herself. She wasn’t sure of who this man was, or of his intentions, but with the world outside of her walls crumbling, she would take no chances with the safety of her land. The peace the world had known had given way to a different kind of war. Long gone were the riffle blasts of old, they had ushered in a knew era of hostile corporate take overs, and laws which were designed to benefit the corrupt governments of the planet. The passage of a child going out on their own to become a Poke’mon trainer had, in the past few years, become illegal. This had lead to increases in the population of feral Poke’mon and, not so oddly enough attacks had become rampant through the small towns and villages. The tax on her property had become enormous, she knew that soon, she would not be able to support the all of her creatures.
And if this man had anything to do with it, she would see him soon enough, and question his motives.
When she reached her gate, she was out of breath, her chest was on fire, and a figure could be made out on the other side. Chloe pulled the lever to open the gigantic oak doors, and there stood a handsome man in an expensive suit, long blonde hair, and sleek mirrored sun glasses.
“Yes, can I help you with something?” She asked, still gasping for air.
“Only if you are…” He pulled a note pad from his pocket, and flipped through a few pages. “Chloe DeSanna.” A small smile cracked the corners of his mouth.
“I am, and what business do you have with me?”
“I wouldn’t cast my line of work under the opaque moniker of “business”, but if you must call it that…. You have been requested to come to a meeting, with some of my associates. It will be held in the suite of the Saffron City Hotel.”
“Why? Is it important?”
“Only of the utmost, I assure you. As for it’s nature, I have been instructed to keep it something of an enigma for the time being. Don’t want to scare you away do we?” With that, he let out something of a chuckle.
“Well you’re doing a fine job…”
“I almost always am. Now, you will be there tomorrow at twelve o’ clock noon. If not we will come for you.”
“Uhh…” Chloe was a loss for words.
“Yes then. See you tomorrow.” The mysterious man, turned on a heel, and left Chloe to her own private world.