Pokemon Mystery Dungeon - Escapism

Prologue

The ages old Kecleon guild has been reformed just a few days ago. The building where the once famous guild was settled at has been taken care of, dusted off, refurnished, and has become habitable once more. The guild immediately started pulling in participants, who dreamed of once joining, however the death of the guild never allowed them to join before. The new guild master, the eaten-by-the-gears-of-time Kecleon, the brother of the previous guildmaster, sat down in the middle of the gathering ground of the new members. He stood up with his cane and walked into the middle of their circle. He spoke out:

- My friends, my guildmates, we are here to celebrate the re-opening of this famous guild, which my brother has formed 10 years ago. This guild, has been torn apart by bandits, scorched in the flames of the damned, and was home to betrayal and battles. However, this guild stood still, even when the roof burned down, even when everything from it was stolen, even when the dust and cobwebs tore apart it's beauty. This guild never fails to amaze me to this day. It is simply, fascinating, how it refuses to die. It simply refuses to be put down, it wants to stand, and it will stand for many long years to come. Maybe it will even outlive me and you all. - the old Brother Kecleon sat down in the middle of the circle, the young guild members looking at him as he pulled out a large sack. The sack contained a photo album, a book, and three guild badges. The guild badges were rusty, gone from their once shiny state, the golden finish has crumbled from their wings. The photo album had marks of water, as if it was dropped in a lake but someone scooped it out in time. The book was dusty and smelled as the coffee scented rooms of the library deeper in the village. The Brother Kecleon opened the book and turned to the newbie members, who eagerly watched him. He spoke out:

- I will now tell you all the story, of how this guild of my brother's came to such tragedy, and how it has risen to fame. Be all ears, cuz I won't be telling the story a second time, it is just too long to retell it once again. This is the story, of the Kecleon Guild. - and with those words, he flipped the dusty book open, and began the retelling of the legend.

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We have to go back about 15 years. We are greeted by the bright sun of the Unova region. It's flourished fields of grass and flowers, it's chilly glaciers, it's wast forests and seas. Here in a tiny house lives a boy by the name of Coel Myers, he is just about to wake up for school. His mother shouts upstairs:

- My boy Myers! The bus is almost gone! Hurry or you'll miss it!

- I am coming mom! Just give me a second! - Coel was trying to get his Pokeballs inside his backpack, while coming down the stairs. Books almost spilling out, he makes it onto the bus, quickly giving his mom one last hug before leaving. On the bus he is greeted by his classmates, bullies, and his friends, which he usually sits next to. His plans for the day is simple, go throughout the day with ease, sneak out during an exam, and have a Pokemon fight with his bullies. Now don't get confused, he isn't doing this on his own will. They forced him into this. He has to show up to the fight or his drawings and messages between friends will be leaked by the tech loving bullies. He has a great team, in his mind, a Litwick, a Sandile and a Woobat. These three surely could take he bullies down, or so he hopes. He chats with his friends before the bus stops at their school, Huki city Highschool. He hops off the bus, when suddenly he is pulled aside by the trio of his bullies. This Fluor guy has been on his tail since 5th grade, and he hasn't stopped tormenting him since.

- Ay, Coel dude, you know our little rendezvous today during 4th lesson, 'ight? No doing funny business, unless you want your little baby comics to fly around the school like a crazed Pidgey on sugar. You got your 'mons?

- Yes I do, and don't worry, I am not scared of your as much as I was back in elementary. I will beat you and your scrap-mons.

- Ooo yea! Now that shows that you grew some balls. I'll gladly put your 'mons in the ground along with you. So 4th lesson, chemistry class, as soon as the bell rings. That's how we agreed, 'ight?