The Crystal Chronicles. Chapter 1: The Rendez-Vous
Set forth six months after the mass animal species extinction, Pokémon have spread all over the world. They have assimilated entirely with humans and are well accepted into their daily lives.
October 16, 2008. It is late evening with a gentle breeze. We see a young man sitting at a small restaurant. It is a casual setting with many people around him lost in conversation with family and friends at the dinner tables. It is outdoors as he sits at a very small table alone observing the Mediterranean in front of him. The sign on top the awning he sits under reads “Café Pompidou” set on the Promenade des Anglais street in Nice, France. The young man is about 6 feet tall, and looks no older than 18 or so... He wears dark black baggy jeans with tennis shoes that look as though they're too big for his feet. He is slender and wears a light yellow and grey polo. His hair is a slick red that looks like it hasn’t been tamed in days. Undoubtedly he is American based on his clothing alone. On his belt we see one lone Poké ball strapped on; the sign of a trainer. Beside him is a small glass of le vin rouge. He continues to stare off into the sea as though he’s waiting for something. A quick pass of a shadow above him reveals a Pidgeot with a trainer riding on its back. The trainer looks about the same age as the red haired kid, only he looks more distinctly French; Parisian in fact with, shiny thick black hair distinct overgrown facial hair, and a similar complexion to the red haired kid. He lands and gets off the Pidgeot as he casually sits down next to the kid.
“Bonjour mon copain.” The red haired kid finally said after a minute of silence.
“Brendan Bonasera...it's an honour to finally meet. No need to be formal in our language, Brendan.” He replies.
“Are you sure you want to do this now, on my last day here on holiday, Jacques?”
“Well sure Brendan. You didn’t come all this way to not test your skill against an old pen pal friend now did you?” Jacques replied.
“My Pokémon and I have been enjoying our time here. The sea is clear as perfectly clear as a polished mirror and the upscale luxury of Nice itself is breathtaking. I hate to stress the little guy and myself out, you know.”
“Pokémon and their trainers coincide and work together as a team and should always be willing to battle no matter what, eh Bonasera? The water and the sights will always be here.”
There is a pause as Brendan stares down at his lone Poké ball. He nods at it and pauses once more.
“...Ok then..., let’s battle. I’ll do it for our time spent in this lush haven together these past few weeks.” Brendan raises his glass of wine to Jacques as he nods in agreement.
“Well then, where shall we have our little match?” Brendan asks in curiosity.
“There’s a vacant lot on the mid road on the Côte D’Azur which a good spot. People conduct battles there frequently. Pidgeot will fly us there in no time” Jacques Replied.
Brendan stares as the Pidgeot which has been very quiet and patient as it’d been listening curiously to the two’s conversation. After a short pause, “Alright now, let’s be off. On y va!” Brendan says.
The Pidgeot flaps and flares its wings straight and true as an arrow and carries both Brendan and his pen pal friend Jacques to the sight of their evening battle.
As they head off into the distance, a glow of red light materializes into a dark shadow form of some sort of unknown creature under the table where Brendan and Jacques were sitting. The other people the café stare in fear and awe as the strange shadow’s vacant eyes gleam red. It leaps off with aggressive speed into the road and passes through several vehicles like a ghost as it vanishes off in Brendan and Jacques direction...