"'Gallade!'" Andrew read the paper. "You are a very lucky man, Alex. You'll be receiving one of Master's first and favorite Pokemon; Force the Gallade. He'll wait for you in Room 1. You should've saw the room on the walk over here."
Drake began to speak again. "I should warn you, he can have a nasty temper."
You were still scratching your head on how a Pokemon could speak English that fluently, but for now, you have to meet this Force that you have been assigned to. Speed-walking through the enormous corridors, you arrive at Room 1 near the entrance of the Manor, larger than life itself. The bronze doors were easily 30 feet tall, which made the knobs seem tiny.
You open a massive door to find the room completely dark. The door closed behind you. Nothing but pitch black everywhere. You take a step forward, hoping there's solid floor beneath it. Suddenly there was a flash of light, and the lights came on, revealing the room's glory. The same layout of the corridors were also presented here, only it was a bedroom covering half an acre of space. Besides the double-king size bed by the far end, it was completely empty. No Gallade inside.
Suddenly you felt a sharp pain on your cheek, blinding you temporarily. Then you found yourself pinned to the ground by a tall, unknown figure. Everything was blurry from the pain. The figure seemed to speak, "Who are you?"
You managed to grab the strength to say, "Alex Connell. Who are you and what do you want from me?"
"If you were there, and was chosen, you would know," the figure spake, as if it were a riddle.
"You're Force the Gallade. Now may I return to my senses?"
There was a slight pause, then the figure released you, and you began to restore your sight. Standing on your feet groggily, the figure spoke, "Please excuse me. I've been cranky and paranoid ever since Master passed away."
Your vision cleared, and you began to see a Gallade clearly. This Gallade was different, however. Most humans are slightly taller than a normal Gallade; this one was more than eight feet tall, and looked as fierce as ever. Maybe that's why Master Sterling loved him so much.
He gazed at your timid eyes, the bedhead, the pimpled face. Your gut, slimmer than the norm, along with your height. Your expression of fear mixed with depression. This he did for moments of silence. You decided to break it.
"So... how can all of the Pokemon here talk?"
He responded with a smirk, "How does a Gallade become eight feet tall?"
"Touche."
"Both are classified," he answers. You weren't seeing a good bond just yet, maybe it's too early, maybe you're not good enough for him.
The bronze doors opened again revealing the same man who led you to the Great Room. "It is now time for the opening banquet," he said.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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