Pokémon PrismGold

Chapter Fifty-Four: "Setting Things Right"

Sean rubbed his leg, moving closer to Mark. Mark wrapped an arm around Sean's waist. Sean glanced down at his dirty and torn Team Rocket clothes, then winced. Looking up at Mark, he told him reluctantly. "Convincing the leaders that we are on their side is going to be hard... I mean, My Team Leader will want me arrested after everything that I've done. Destroying the shrine and escaping jail... I'm a traitor in her eyes." Nate pulled from Zoey and Chad's hugging to add coolly. "Ya... And Valor's leader is not going to listen to someone that kind of... crashed their ship into lava and smashed up their monitoring system..." The Shaman's eyes widened as she said in a slightly concerned voice. "You have to try. This fight isn't over." Sean shrugged, telling her honestly. "I just don't see how. The Leaders are stubborn and once they set their mind to something. They commit." Mark shuffled his feet a bit, before slipping in softly. "Not all of them." All eyes turned to Mark. Mark cleared his throat, then answered simply. "Spark."

Nate raised an eyebrow, asking curiously. "The Instinct leader? How can he help?" Mark inhaled deeply, mumbling out. "It is no secret that he doesn't like to fight. Spark always tries to think of nonviolent ways to defend himself before relenting to the inevitable to survive. His first thought is for the pokemon and protecting the pokemon eggs at the daycares in Thunder Town." Sean shrugged, asking Nate coolly. "We haven't done anything to piss him off, right?" Nate huffed, chuckling out. "I don't think so. But even if we did talk to him. How do we convince the others?" Mark looked to the Shaman as he stated aloud for everyone. "Spark is a local. The other leaders may not respect him... but he's never lied to them. We convince Spark to help us, and he can calm the other leaders down." Nate crossed his arms, asking a bit reluctantly. "Why do I feel a catch coming...?" Sean tried to read Mark's face, when Mark answered bluntly. "Spark hates Team Rocket... If he sees us dressed like this..." Nate rolled his eyes, mumbling out. "He'll skin us alive. Great..."

Lugia turned his head in the direction of growing gunfire and told them firmly. "Whatever you do. You must hurry." Nate shrugged, asking swiftly. "So, what do we do? Rob a clothing store? Beat up some Team Instinct and hope they are our size?" Mark scoffed his shoe in the sand, mumbling out. "It won't be that easy. I kind of... warned Spark stuff was going to happen... He'll have recalled them to Lightning island by now. Well... All but one." Sean pointed to Mark, but Mark shook his head and answered. "Lewis. We didn't free him from Fire Island..." The Shaman inhaled, then told him casually. "We need to do something fast or the whole island will be taken over by Valor. I can take Mew into the tunnel we came from to get back to the tree of life. But we won't be able to fight off Valor for long if they find us." Nate straightened up, telling them seriously. "We have the legendary birds, right? First, we help Shamouti. We chase Valor's forces back. Then we fly to Lightning island and... Mark?" Mark gawked at Nate without a clue what to do, until it just came to him and he answered confidently. "That might actually work."

Sean blinked, looking between them with confusion. Mark pointed at Nate, telling everyone excitedly. "We change the balance of power! We take it away from the teams!" Sean stood completely lost as he uttered out softly. "And how do we do that...?" Mark looked to the Shaman, asking hopefully. "You have any clothing that screams 'Chosen Ones?" The Shaman glanced behind her to her tribe, then said uncertain. "I'm sure we can throw something together quickly. Why? How will that help?" Nate blurted out for them. "It's a scare tactic. The Teams think they hold the power. That's why they covet the jewels. But if they think the power is in the hands of the locals-" The shaman cut off Nate to finish off in excitement. "They'll pull their forces back and try to band together against a possible common threat!" Sean grinned, finally understanding as he said. "That would certainly pull Blanche back if she thought Articuno was no longer defending Mystic." The Shaman turned to chat with her tribe, while Lugia turned to speak with the three Legendary birds that were resting on the beach by him.