Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ The Prophecy ❯ Book 1 Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Pewter City

The city was shrouded in smoke and smog. The bombings were relentless but not as
incessant as in Cerulean City. There were more buildings standing but Team Rocket
used more Weezing and Koffing in this assault. Therefore the air was far more dangerous.
The people though, were still out in it. The buildings that were not destroyed were
commandeered by Team Rocket. The Stones were trying to find shelter from the acid
and gas in the air.

Brock was trying to keep a scarf over his mouth "We have to get out of town, but if
we try we will probable be killed by Team Rocket. So we are stuck in this mess and
we can't do anything about it."

Flint was retying the scarf on one of his sons, "We'll just have to stay in the pockets
that are fresher air."

Brock asked exasperated, "What fresher air?"

Flint replied, "I'm trying to look on the bright side"

"What bright side?" countered Brock.

"Well you don't have to rub it in." huffed Flint.

The younger Stones facefaulted at the Older Stones.

"I think the poison gas is getting to us. We are acting childish." sighed Brock.

"You're right. But all we can do is wait and hope this clears up soon."

The family continued to look for a place to hold up but with little hope.

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Pallet Town

The underground Fortress was teeming with life. The Nomad clans had gathered
to help fight Team Rocket. Lara Laramie was worried for the last clan yet to make
it to Pallet. Four of the clans had been wiped out by Team Rocket. The missing clan
was the oldest clan, Clan Jaranie. It was reported to be on its way, but she had not
heard anything about it in almost a week. The clans that were in Pallet were in an
uproar about the four clans that had not made it.

Lara was pacing in the war room, "They should have reported in three days ago. We
got their last report six days ago. Their scouts are much faster then the clan itself."
Lara had blue hair tied with a bandanna around her forehead she was dressed in
clothes of vairing shades of blue, her boots were riding boots.

Gary was sitting on one of the couches, "Maybe the Scout got injured and they have
not caught up to his position yet, so they do not know to send another one?" Gary had
light reddish brown hair and green eyes; he was wearing a light brown jacket with
matching pants. His boots were just above ankle length.

"Maybe. I hope you're right, because if you are not Team Rocket will not know what
hit them. Ever since the truce the clans have been protective of one another. So far
there are four clans that have been wiped out by Team Rocket.. If they kill any more,
especially the oldest clan, the rest will be on the war path."

"I hope not;" Gary replied, "they are barely controllable now. I don't want to see
what will happen if they are out of control. Is there any word on the interpretation of
the Prophecy?"

"Huh? Oh no, not yet, but people have been puzzling over that thing for centuries."

The Ship will steal the world
The Hero will not be found.
The Rival will fight
The Waters will rise.
The Quarry will fall.
And all will be lost for want of the Hero.

The Philosophers think that the Ship is Team Rocket but they have no clue about
the rest. I can't believe that the people of Pallet built this fortress just because
the Prophecy said 'All would be lost.' I mean this is one big fortress."

"The clans came here because of the Prophecy. They must have known that Pallet
was doing something about the Prophecy that is common in both our histories."

"Yes we had records dating from when the fortress was started that told us that
the fortress was being built and why. We came here hoping that Pallet had continued
building it and hopefully finished it. And here it is finished."

"Yeah we finished it about ten years ago. We had the ceremony for it just before I
left on my journey."

The two friends got up and headed in to another part of the fortress. This was the
room where they were trying to figure out the Prophecy. The People were researching
every aspect of the current and past history.

One philosopher jumped up and ran towards Gary and Lara "Sir Ma'am I think I found
something!" He exclaimed.

Gary turned towards him and asked, "What is it?"

The philosopher replied "Well Remember when you were fighting for league mastership?"
Gary nodded "I found that an old Psychic once called you 'The Rival'. It was in the papers
and she referred to your opponent of that battle as 'The Hero'. She said that the world
needed you both. The reporters jumped on that statement, wondering what she meant."

"I remember that Ash and I were arguing on who was the better trainer. I lost to him
that day. That was the year he beat the Elite Four. She called ASH the Hero. And then
she turned to Misty and called her the Waters, when Brock came up she called him the
Quarry. When those bumbling fools that called them selves Team Rocket tried to snatch
Pikachu she called them the Ship. So if we put that into the Prophecy then Ash is the
Hero, I am the Rival, Misty is the Waters, Brock is the Quarry and Team Rocket as we
already knew is the Ship. And No one knows where Ash is. So all really is lost. If even he
can stop Team Rocket.???"