The Patron Quadrilogy: The Legend Begins

Chapter 37

Monday, October 16th, 5:12 p.m.
Outside the Tree of Beginning
(Brendan)

"Alright," Brendan said, standing up and stretching. "I've healed my wounds to the best of my ability, now it's time for us to run back to the Tree. But what was that Energy I felt a few minutes ago?"

*Flashback*
Monday, October 16th, 5:07 p.m.

Jack was saying goodbye to Brendan when the two were interrupted by a massive burst of Energy.

"What the hell was that!?" Jack exclaimed, unable to move from the burst they just sensed.

"No idea," Brendan replied, thinking. "That burst of energy was massive. Even Ash's Aura wasn't as powerful." He looked at Jack. "Jack, get out of here, I'll check it out. Right now you should head home as quick as possible. Oh, and if you can, try to find Claire, Leaf, Jess, and our Pokémon. They should be in Rota, so please drop in, make sure they're alright, and tell them that we'll join them there in a couple of hours.

Jack nodded and quickly called for his Tranquil, before flying off to Rota.

*Back to Present*

Brendan continued making his way back to the Tree, taking in the damage that the area, and the Tree itself, had taken. The dry, sandy soil of the ravines had been turned into glass in several places, and dozens of sparse grass patches had been scorched black by fire. The rock walls and cliffs had melted in places, or new piles of rubble coated the area.

"The Tree itself doesn't look much better, Brendan noted, looking at the massive crater in the tree, which now exposed the meeting room where the battle had taken place. Apart from the crater, several scorch marks now marred the tree, reminiscent of pockmarks. In other places, smaller craters, bits of ice from ice attacks, and deep scores in the Tree also became visible the closer Brendan got to the Tree. "There's so much damage. I hope the Tree can bounce back from this."

"This is unforgivable," Groudon snarled. "This Tree is the one thing all of us Legendary Pokémon worked together to build, and now it's been damaged!"

"I agree," Brendan thought. "We must fight those who did this. As bad as all of this is, it might've been the rallying cry the Order needed. For us to be attacked here, on sacred ground during a sacred meeting was our greatest fear, and our greatest failure."

"There's going to be hell to pay for it."

"Agreed, but let's hope that the Order chooses to stand against the Patron of Darkrai and his followers."

"There's also the issue of the Patrons that weren't here," Groudon pointed out.

"We'll get the word out. Something like this isn't going to just be forgotten," Brendan replied, launching himself into the air and using his flames to propel himself back up to the meeting room.

The meeting room was completely unrecognizable. The Patron Thrones were either completely destroyed or severely damaged, and the area where the Lieutenants would've been had craters blown into it, and in many places, had even completely collapsed. Large chunks of rock, no doubt from the explosion that occurred seconds before the attack did, were everywhere, either jammed into adjacent walls, and even left dents in the floor before coming to rest. Many of the rocks, Brendan noted, were stained with blood. And then there was the bodies. Countless human forms lay unmoving on the floor, some groaning in pain from wounds, others already dead. Most of dead and wounded bodies belonged to the members of Team Thorn, though Brendan knew there was also Patrons and Lieutenants among them.