The Rise of the Outcasts | Pokemon

Chapter 8 | King Koko

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Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

The ground shook as a tyranitar rushed through the attacking Dark Kingdom soldiers. He managed to fend off most of them, but more just kept coming and coming. His only choice was to run. 

His little brother, a larvitar, twitched in pain a few feet away from the fight. He scooped his little brother up in his arms, but tripped over his feet. He curled up into a ball as the soldiers began attacking again, protectively holding the larvitar.

A sandstorm formed in a ball around the tyranitar and his brother, rapidly spinning around and around until the sand finally rested and the two had completely disappeared, no evidence that they were ever there. Even the sand faded away in the wind.

Bisharp crouched down and traced along where the tyranitar used to be, then stood back up, turning around. "Find him."

"Sir, he could've completely disappeared. How are we supposed to find him?" A soldier said.

"I don't care. No one disrespects the king. Everyone obeys the rules. I don't care who searches for him, or how many search parties you send out. As long as that tyranitar is returned, whether he's dead or alive, I'll be satisfied."

"Yes sir."

~

The outcasts will rise as sandstorms fight...

Casper opened his eyes, sunlight beaming down through a hole in one of the walls. He sleepily sat up, now awake enough to process everything around him. Waxy, green leaves grew off branches that poked through the walls. Vines grew over the round brown walls. The floor looked like the top of a tree stump and the roof was a net made of leaves, grass, and vines.

In front of him were metal bars, and below him, a square metal platform. To his right was a metal wall and to his left and behind him was a soft yet sturdy dirt wall. In this cage were some leaves piled into a bed and some water in a bucket. He realized he was in a prison.

The prison was large for a place you keep prisoners in. There were two rows of cells, each up against the walls and about twelve feet away from each other. It seemed to be inside of a giant tree stump. This meant the prison was most likely in the Forest Kingdom palace.

Realizing this, Casper shot up to his legs, starting to panic. "Why am I here?" He said. "I didn't do anything wrong! Someone please let me out!"

A roserade walked into the prison through a door at the front of the room. He was followed by two budew hopping along with him.

"And this is the Royal Prison. It truly is beautiful for a place we keep prisoners," he said.

"Did those prisoners do bad stuff?" One of the budew asked, its voice high and squeaky.

"They're obviously from another kingdom. Maybe not the eevee, but he was found plotting with the others. I heard a greedent complain that the absol fought it for a pile of berries."

"But why are they in there?" The other budew asked, its voice calmer and quieter than the other's.

"Trespassing. They could've been planning to attack, or worse, kill the Royal family," the roserade explained.

"Ohhhh. Yeah, that's not good."

'But I didn't do anything...' Casper laid down and curled up, snuggling his tail close as he felt tears slide down his cheek.

"Come, kiddos. I'll show you to the throne room next." The roserade and budews left the room, shutting the wooden door behind them.

Casper glanced around the room, his eyes watery. He noticed a pale yellow snout with two gray patches of fur hanging below the nose poking out of the cell next to him. He peeked up from his fluffy tail, eyes filling with hope that he wasn't completely alone.