I'm relieved to hear that. Oh and simpsonqueen thanks for entering, I'm making a sequel right now, matter-of-fact. Here it is:
Conflict
Dusk's omniscient grasp enveloped the enitre town in an inescapable satin darkness. The night sky shimmered with the vibrance of countless stars; basked in the soft light of these stars lay Kran Cloudside, accompanied by Typhlosion, on the town hall's mahogany roof. Beside Kran's blaze of golden hair was a glimmering sphere of pearlescent yellow. It caught the starlight and reflected a single blade of it into the all-devouring nighty sky, remaining inscrutable; unfathomable. Kran's curiosity was developing its maturity; he had the integrity to remain patient, but was yet to be able to contain himself from trying obscure methods when the orthodox failed him.
The pokeball now clutched in his hand was utterly unreactive in all aspects. He failed to release the giant dragon contained within it by containing, the conventional method. So he had resorted to using Draflame, the unbreakable ruby longsword that was his only inheritance, to obliterate the ball and therein release the behemoth contained in its elusive interior. The irony of the situation was blatant. By destroying the ball, he would have completely disintegrated its contents into oblivion consequently. Fortunately, the spheroid in his hand was impenetrable by outside stimuli. Kran's thick eyebrows met in a frown as he obseved the results of his dangerous endeavour. Fruitless. Not a trace of the impact could be found on the surface of the flawless pokeball.
Morning came excruciatingly early that day, and Kran, in his state of half-consciousness, was blinded by the burst of light that acquainted the new day. "Ergghh" he grunted, acutely aware of Typhlosion's absence. He was always outside as a sentry, should anyone decide they wanted to explore the details of Kran's renown wrath. Kran smiled ingratiatingly at the prospect.
Aye, that would add a little excitement to the day... he thought absent-mindedly. With some effort, he dressed and exited his primitive house, that did not necessarily denote Kran's financial position. Someone as skilled at fighting as Kran Cloudside usually adopted simpler hospitality for the sake of peace and modesty.
Dum.
Dum. This ominous noise greeted Kran as he stepped out into the stifling heat of Summer. Hovering before him was Salamence. Yet it was not the Salamence he had captured on the Dragon Fang Alps. This Salamence was so much more aggressive and dark, Kran could feel the intent of causing pain inside the dragon that he usually sensed in his rivals in the art of mortal combat. Kran's hand grasped Draflame's azure hilt as Salamence simultaneously bared its colossal fangs and was intoxicated in an aura of deep black and glowed with a mystical crimson. Before the flames of Salamence's outstretched jaws reached their target, Typhlosion erupted from the shadows, striking Salamence with serrated claws. The conflict had begun. Yet Kran could feel that the sinister energy being expelled by Salamence was originating from the gold pokeball now lying on the pavement.
Deceptively innocent in appearance, the mischievous pokeball
was the origin of the negative output of energy that fuelled Salamence's desire for pain. This pokeball was designed by scientists working under Team Rocket and only one was evermanufactured, for the purpose of catching a Lugia with it and manipulating it to conquer other Legendary pokemon via psychic control. The mission was sabotaged by Kran himself, who forgot the pokeball in his bag, that was lost in a battle within the Dragon Fang Alps. And thus did his current tale unfold. the inly way of saving Salamence was destroying the ball now that it was disconnected from Salamence. Kran immediately remebered all this at sight of Salamence's mutilation and charged the pokeball.......
Meanwhile, Typhlosion was finding Salamence rather agitating, for he was using techniques in collaboration with his ability to fly, meaning he was at an advantage. Salamence rained down from the sky in a flurry of flames and platinum claws, wounding Typhlosion critically. Typhlosion stood up limply, but new energy coursed through him as uncontrollable torrents of adrenaline infused with his unbreakable determination. His resolve had shifted. Roaring deep into the sky with the vigour that gained his reputation, Typhlosion aimed to incapicitate the dragon with a jet of unstoppable fire. Arching his neck back with unsurpassed grace and flexibility, he released a stream of blazing fire so hot, it blurred the air molecules surrounding it. Salamence dodged, but was struck by the destructive attack on the right wing, instanteously losing the black aura. Typhlosion could not suppress a blink of surprise. Kran sprinted into the conflict, holding the ravaged pokeball in his hands. Salamence flew down with elegance that no longer conveyed a heartless desire for alarum.
And thus was the conflict resolved.
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