Event Horizon

My Name is...

   Charley Charmander. My name is Charley Charmander. The name of those who birthed me will never come out of my damn mouth as long as I live. I can not put into the english words how much I--

   Whatever, I'm off track. I am not losing my temper again, especially not here and without Bax being my entire emotional support. But what you need to know is that my 'parents' are not humane in anyway shape or form.

   It's been the entire school-year since I've started living Bax's house. I don't know what crossed this short bastard's head to let in me after I threw that fit at the marketplace, but it's nice to have a place to live. School's just ended, so I get to lay down and relax for a while. I don't know how Bax managed through that school-year without suffering as much as me. The tests were hard and the other kids were unbearable. But Baxster is nice, mainly because of how indifferent he is to everything.

   The road back home takes a while on foot. For some reason, after school ended, Bax just disappeared, he didn't say anything, and nobody seems worried, so I'll find out what's up when I go home.

   Finally, made it into town. It was a very busy afternoon, like usual. Though there were these weird pokemon wearing weird clothes... Whatever, they look stupid and it's fun to laugh at them.

   Turning a corner, and entering my home, I go upstairs and into Bax's room. I see him sitting at his desk, sketching like usual. I walk in and lie on the bed, Bax turns to me and hops off his chair and walks up to me.

   "Charles," He asks, "How long have you been here with me?"

   "Uh... since orientation, about... a lil' over 6 months? 180-or-so days?"

   "Here," He says, handing something over to me, "I made this, and wanted to finish it before you got home."

   He gave me a scarf, it's the same pattern and colour of his bandanna that he wears on his head. There's quite a few holes in it, the stitch isn't the best, but...

   "Thanks, dude," I say. I don't know how to feel about this gift, but it makes me feel fuzzy inside thinking of it, so I'll hang onto it. I put it on, it's too big, but I guess he made it big enough to grow out on. I take it back off and set it on Bax's desk.

   Dontrell, Bax's dad, calls us downstairs for dinner. It was food. It tasted good. What do you expect?

   Evonne heard a knock at the door, and when she answered it, it was the bizzare outsiders wearing those strange robes. I couldn't figure out what species they were, their dopey looking robes covered their faces.

   They pushed their way past Bax's mum, and they start talking about some outlandish... religion? Cult? I have no clue, they talk so fast they could be auctioneers. They seem to be pushing this onto Bax's parents and, almost begging them to join them. Good grief...

   "Charley... I get a bad feeling from these guys," Bax whispered. He gets paranoid easily, but... I can relate.

   "Why would they hide their identity? What could they be hiding in those clothes?" He continued. "Charley, please stay on your guard" Bax concludes.

   Okay.

   "Side note, madam," One of the abnormal robed Pokemon asked Evonne, "Have you seen the son of the Duke of Aethozar Kingdom?"

   "No, I've heard of the place but I know nobody of the bloodline." Evonne replied, confused.

   "Well, if you would for us, look out for anyone with an X on the back of their leg. That's the birthmark of the Xraxavar blood."

   Wait, Xraxavar? Isn't that Bax's last name? It seems my reaction is the same as the rest of the family.

   "Thank you for your time, we'll be on our way, if you are interested, our leader will be at the Oceanside tomorrow night." The hooded Pokémon said before they left.

   Complete silence.

   The parents eyed over my gible friend. It was obvious that we were all thinking the same thing, 'Is he really related to a foreign royal?'

   "Alright" Dontrell breaks the silence, he opens up a drawer and pulls out a letter. "Charley, I got this letter before school started for you. It's in a different language, so I can't read it. Do you recognize it?"

   I looked it over, it's in a strange box-like language. I don't know what it says, but there's only one language that I know that is written like this.

   "Dulbaric, I think." I explain, "Do you know anyone who understands it?"

   "Yeah, actually, I just needed to know what language it was before I could translate it." Dontrell said, "I have a friend named Gulwick, he's an old Drampa that lives up north, he could translate this for us."

   "I can take it to him," Bax offered

   "Thank you Bax, but before you go, do you have that birthmark they mentioned?" Dontrell inquired.

   I looked, they said the back of his legs, right? Upon stepping behind Bax and looking, I could see it very clearly. A pitch black 'X' that looks as if it was etched into him was painted on his leg, right above his heel.

   "Yeah, he does." I told Dontrell.

   He murmured something, I don't know what he's thinking, but the news has definitely got to him.

   "Alright," Evonne broke the silence, "I'll pack your bags before you run off." She said.

   I walk back up to Bax's room. I grab everything that would be important to me. My knife, belt, and... that's about it.

   Wait, Dontrell said that his friend lives up north? Then... it might be a good call to bring the scarf Bax made me. I hop over to Bax's desk, grab the scarf, and put it on. I make it snug and walk back out of the room.

   Well, this'll be an interesting adventure.