Tristan was still sleeping after all that. He was really tired. However, the dark presence in the air from his friends' nightmares got to him, too. It was another flashback. More detailed this time, though.
Tristan was seven years old. He was outside with his friends, and they all told their parents they were going to play. But their parents had no idea they were going to play all the way out past Cherrygrove City. They liked to explore a lot, and his friends thought those were good qualities of a trainer. They had dreams of becoming amazing trainers. However, Tristan was different. He didn't have quite as much as an adventurous personality back then. He wasn't planning on becoming a trainer, until that day.
One of Tristan's friends, Jack, a black-haired boy, taller than the rest of them, and had a bit of a stubborn personality, walked toward an opening in some kind of small mountain. There was carved text next to the opening. 'DARK CAVE'. Ah, that kind of place was perfect for him. They should go in there for a little bit. He turned around. "Hey, guys." He said.
"Yeah?" Tristan asked.
"Come over here. There's a cave here, it looks cool."
"I hate caves..." Jessica, another one of his friends, who was normally really calm and nice, she just didn't like the dark.
"Oh, COME ON," Brian said. Brian was a boy who liked to show off for his friends, but got angry easily. And when he got in an argument, or anything of that matter, he simply would not accept defeat. "Don't be such a scaredy-cat, Jessica..." He said.
Jessica glared. "Fine."
The four approached the cave and entered. It was really dark, they could barely see anything. "My kind of place," Jack said.
The more they explored, the darker it got. They were starting to get lost. No - they were losing eachother. That was never good. Then, all four of them saw a light. It lit up the place. It was a flame. The four looked closer at the flame... it was a Charmander! Not just any Charmander, a shiny one. "Wooow..." Tristan said quietly. Then they all realized two men in dark armor were walking beside the Charmander.
"Sir Yami, we've found a rare Pokemon that you might like." The two said.
A man turned around to see the Charmander. "Very nice." Was all he replied. He didn't say anything, but all he was thinking was that it was weak. "Keep it for now." He told them.
"Yes sir," they replied.
The four watched them a bit, all hiding behind rocks, then Brian accidentally pushed a rock over, making a loud sound. "Crap!" He yelled. The three men turned to all of them - but one. The two grunts grabbed Brian and Jack, and the one the grunts were referring to as 'Sir Yami' grabbed Jessica.
When Tristan saw them capture his friends, he wanted to break into tears. But he didn't want to be caught.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE PUNISHMENT IS FOR SPYING?" Sir Yami asked.
"N-no sir..." Jessica answered. "Please don't hurt us..." She cried. "How do I know you're not trying to find out something?" He kicked her, then sent out a Typhlosion. The Typhlosion's flames were dark purple, and it's eyes were red. Not just any red. A red of pure evil. The grunts sent out a Black Meganium, and dark blue Feraligatr. The dark Pokemon attacked them.
"That's enough. Leave them. We will now move on." Yami said. "Yes sir," The two grunts said, completely calm, like nothing had happened. They started to walk out of the cave. "Wait." Yami said, and they stopped. He looked around, scanning the area.
Tristan stayed behind his rock, swallowing his tears.
"Nevermind," Yami said. "Move!" They marched out of the cave.
Tristan started sobbing hysterically. He ran toward his friends. "JESSICA! BRIAN! JACK!" He screamed. "TALK TO ME!" Jessica and Brian were moving just a bit, but Jack wasn't. Jack wasn't with them any more. "T-Tristan... get out of here..." Brian told him. Those seemed like the most wise words Brian ever said in his life. "I.. I can't-"
Jessica interrupted. "M-make us a-a pro-promise first....." She whispered, losing breath. "Tristan, we're not going to live through this. We shouldn't have gone this far. But... I want you to do something for us."
Tristan swallowed. "...Yes...?"
"Fulfill our dreams for us." With that, they both closed their eyes for the last time.
Tristan woke up. It was morning. Tristan practically leaped out of his bed and ran toward his bag, grabbed his precious amulet out of it, and hugged it, sobbing, looking like a crazy person.