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Okay, so I know I got behind on updating Totally Sinnoh, but I've been working and not been able to write much. Until I got inspired on a day off and wrote like crazy.

So here is a new idea of mine, thrown into a world of royalty, treason, rules against training Pokémon, and all that jazz. Hope you guys all like the Prologue.

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Prologue - In The Bar

“They all have their own reasons for being here,” the older man said to the younger male, who’s facial hair was certainly a lot lighter than the blond elder, “It’s not polite to ask in times like these.”

“I was just wondering, though,” the young adult said, adjusting his crimson fedora on his head, “I’m sorry, Alexander, but this all still intrigues me. We’ve been gone a good few years now, but I’m still so out of touch with all of this.”

“I know, my friend,” the older man said, shifting in his long jade jacket, gripping tightly in his fingerless gloves, “But you know we can’t go back yet. Not while they’ve taken over there.”

“I know,” the younger man tightened the fastenings on his crimson jacket, almost matching perfectly the one worn by Alexander, “I need to get back there soon. Mother and father will be worried sick by now, and I ‘m sure they wouldn’t mind being freed anytime soon.”

“Kyne,” said Alexander, placing his hand on the shorter man’s shoulder, “You’ll see them soon enough. I have long wished to return to Corfu to see my family, but I have resigned to aiding you in your quest. And I’m afraid we’re still nowhere near our goal.”

“Alexander,” the tanned Kyne replied, “I’d love for you to go back to Greece, but right now I’m glad you’re here with me. I couldn’t have got this far alone. I’d have either been dead, or back at the castle with mother and father, being tortured by the Sovereigns.” He paused, holding his fist in his mouth.

“Come now, Kyne,” the olive-skinned man held the younger to his chest, seeing the pain he was feeling inside, “You must be less liberal with the hints of your ancestry. Like I said before, people have their own reasons for being in this bar, and I’m sure not all of them will coincide with ours. You’ll return to your home soon. Your parents will hardly recognise the twenty-year-old man you’ve become, but they’ll know it’s you. They’ll know their Prince has returned home.

“For now though, my glorious friend, we need to be a bit more careful than we have been of late,” he leant in closer for a whisper, moving Kyne’s hazel hair out of the way, “We don’t need what happened to our friend Da-Xia, or Dixie. They’ve both died in the process of aiding us, and we have nothing to show for it yet. I say we get this over and done with, and then we will give them the glory they deserve.”

The people around them in the dingy bar weren’t paying much attention, apart from the occasional drunk asking for coins. A young woman, blonde hair flowing down her shoulders, sauntered over and sat on the threadbare stool next to Alexander, wearing a little black dress, her green eyes set in frame with her apricot skin.

“We shouldn’t stay here any longer,” Alexander said, letting Kyne go, “Come. It’s getting dark out, and we know what happens then. Let us leave and sleep for the night.” The two stood and left the bar.

From outside, it seemed like it could be a respectable place. Kyne noticed that there were small pillars connecting the doorstep to the porch roof. He heard the bar’s door open as they walked to the inn across the field and wondered to himself if it was someone leaving or going in.

Arriving at the small inn, built like a barn, the two entered their names in the book and gave the owner some coins.

“I’ll wake you in the morning, Kyne,” Alexander told the prince, “Have a good night’s rest.” Kyne bid him goodnight and entered his own room, which was scantily decorated.

“I hope this does end soon,” he whispered to himself, before turning the small lamp off and drifting into a deep sleep.

 

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Okies, no reviews. But oooooor well.

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Chapter One – Red Blooded Woman

Kyne woke up to a knocking on his door. Opening it, he saw the muscular figure of Alexander and dressed himself immediately.

“Are you alright, Alexander?” he asked, turning his attention to the bright red veins in his companion’s brown eyes.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” he replied, smiling, “Do you remember that blonde in the dress?” Kyne nodded, almost knowing what was coming next. “She found her way to my room last night. She’s a feisty girl, too.”

“Well as long as you weren’t too liberal, you pervert,” Kyne retaliated; angered that he might have let anything slip.

“I was as liberal as I could get,” the older man winked, “But don’t worry, I didn’t mention anything about us.”

“That’s alright then,” Kyne grimaced, looking at the already bleak day as they exited the inn.

“She already seemed to know a lot,” Alexander admitted, looking at his feet and ruffling his mess of blond hair, “Says she’s been hearing about us, and thinks she’d make a good ally for us.”

“And you said no, right?” Kyne asked, but was already dismayed when he saw her standing there in white hot pants and a black waistcoat.

“I did say no,” Alexander whispered, as aghast as Kyne was, “I told her about Da-Xia and Dixie and why I didn’t want anyone travelling with us anymore.”

“Hi there, boys,” she said, her accent much thicker than Kyne’s, “What does a girl have to do around here to get a ride, huh?”

“Follow travellers back to their rooms?” Kyne suggested, before getting hit on the shoulder by Alexander.

“Why come after all of the things I told you, Matilda?” the older man asked, on his knees in front of the woman.

“My name’s Tillie, thank you,” she swatted the air, throwing her hair behind her face, “And I liked the sound of danger. Girl like me, the thrill of knowing people in the same position have died is enough to get me all geared up.”

“Do you really like me that much?” he asked, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

“This has nothing to do with you, Lex,” she smiled, “I came for danger, and to help the prince make this a better place. I may enjoy all of this running around and breaking rules, but it does make it harder to look pretty all the time. So how are you, prince?”

“I like your dog collar,” Kyne said, not trying to hide his sarcasm.

“It’s not a dog collar,” Tillie replied, shaking her fist, “It’s a pendant, for your information. It just happens to be attached to a strip of black leather. Anyway, I think it makes me look spicy.”

“Please don’t wink at me,” Kyne exclaimed, turning his head in dismay, “If you’re going to be following us on our travels, then at least dress appropriately.”

“I am dressed appropriately, thank you very much,” she replied, smiling once more, “There’s no rule against travelling while looking good. Just on pretty much everything else.”

“Yeah, the Sovereigns really have taken to ruling the country, haven’t they,” frowned Alexander, standing back up.

“The worse part is,” Tillie began, “I found out a few weeks ago that trainers from other countries are flying in, and the Sovereigns are giving them the choice to either join them, or lose their Pokémon and die. If they weren’t so cruel, I might have considered joining them.”

“You mean you’re a Pokémon Trainer too?” asked Kyne.

“Well, I did say I liked breaking the rules,” she laughed, showing a red and white sphere identical to one Kyne had inside his coat, “It’s harder to get Pokéballs now, but it’s not impossible.”

“How many do you have?” asked Alexander, obviously not knowing this information either.

“Two,” she replied, closing her handbag up swiftly, “I use one mainly to travel. She’s a fast one, but I much prefer the one I had before those *******s took over. I’d like you to meet them both, but this isn’t really the time for it.”

“Did you hear that!” shouted a voice from inside the inn, “There are Pokémon Trainers outside.” The door burst open, and three men in gold and purple armour plated cat suits ran into the open facing the three travellers.

“I think now would be a good time for introductions, Tillie,” shouted Kyne, grabbing a Pokéball from his own waist and enlarging it to a size bigger than his fist. Alexander copied him, and Tillie pulled one from her bag.

The three were facing off with three members of Sovereign, and it seemed like it was going to be a bit of a fair fight this time.

“Raticate!” shouted Alexander, throwing his Pokéball. The ball burst open in midair, spewing a miraculous white light that seemed alive. The light joined together to form a small rodent, with huge teeth slicing at the air before it had even fully formed. Its brown and white fur was a mess, and flowed along the whole body up to its long fleshy tail.

“Raaaaa!” the Pokémon snarled, seeing familiar coloured costumes. It was obvious from the reactions of the attackers that they hadn’t been expecting a Pokémon that recognised them. Kyne and Alexander had battled these exact three scouts before, and Kyne was as sure as Raticate that the battle was going to go the same way.