Chapter 1 - Baiting

The wind was howling across the open sea, carrying with it the smell of distant shores and adventures. Driven by the, wind mighty waves crashed against the dark and mighty cliffs of a small, unmarked island, almost completely covered by a thick blanket of mist.
Guarded by the cliffs and the mist, a rather ominous looking castle rested in the remnants of what seemed to be the crater of an ancient volcano.
 
The air inside the throne room was heavy with smoke and a darkness that didn't originate in the flames of the wall scones.
Vinthrax leaned back in his throne and yawned. The Houndoom at his side lifted its head from its paws and yawned as well.
Most days inside the castle walls were uneventful like this one and the residents tried to come up with things to do. Sometimes the day became interesting all by itself, for example when a boat shipwrecked on the reef and rocks surrounding the island. But most of the time, when they desired that kind of entertainment, they had to lure the ships into their doom manually.
But today was so boring even the flames seemed sleepy.
Vinthrax pulled himself up and strolled over to one of the windows overlooking the farm area they had created to sustain themselves. Shapes were moving between the rows of vegetables and fruit trees and a smile crept onto his face.
They had enslaved some of the shipwrecked Pokemon and humans to do their work for them.


As he watched the captives slave away an idea started to form in his mind. When he had worked out all the details in his mind, he spun around and walked swiftly trough the corridors of his castle. First into his private chambers where he gathered a change of clothes. After scribbling something down on a piece of paper he gathered his things and continued on his way. His way went through a narrow path which led into a natural cave that opened up to the sky.
He gave a sharp whistle and a distant roar answered him.
With its wings creating as much sounds and wind as a helicopter, an Aerodactyl landed in the cave, its jaw stained red from some unfortunate Pokemon that had become it's lunch.
 
He climbed onto it's back and after whispering a destination into its ear they departed, disappearing into the mist.
 
 
 
 
 
Several days later in the middle of the ocean...
 
A small boat is crashing through the waves towards a mysterious goal.
"Geez, Maria are you sure that this island even exists?", a young man asked, while looking at the map that was attached to the wall.
"Trust me, George. I have a good feeling about this.", was the reply from the woman sitting in the captains chair. She brushed a strand of her long, black hair aside and once more checked the coordinates on the piece of paper in her hand, with the compass and the GPS.
The door to the deck opened and another woman peeked inside. Her hair was short and fiery, just like her eyes.
"We are in the middle of bloody NOWHERE!", she groaned. "You promised that we would've been there by now!"
"Not you too, Christine...", Maria moaned. "As I just said to George: I have a good feeling about this. We should get there shortly."
Christine rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. "You said the same thing, when we were climbing  in those mountains, because somebody had told you, that they'd seen a legendary Pokemon there."
George nodded. "Yeah. Just because some old guy gave you a piece of paper with coordinates and told you he saw a Pokemon that looked like Yveltal there you dragged us on this trip."
Maria's chair spun around and her eyes we're burning with passion. "He could describe it almost perfectly and had a feather!"
George opened his mouth to answer that old men tell the strangest things, when he noticed something. Looking through the windows towards the stern, slightly on the starboard side, what had looked like clouds from a distance turned out to be a massive wall of fog.
Maria followed the gazes of George and Christine and she smiled. "Looks like the old man was right after all!", she said triumphantly. "He said that constant fog surrounds the island. Apparently it's caused by the Pokemon on this island, in order to protect themselves and their environment."
 
What neither of them noticed was how the compass slowly started turning towards the fog instead of pointing north.