~Secret Grove, Chaplet Town~
"It certainly seems that way," Sky agreed.
She was relieved that Sizzly was unharmed, albeit startled. Her curiosity was starting to get the better of her. She spotted movement not far ahead. A small white Pokémon with a round body and the ears and feet of a rabbit twitched it's nose in the air.
"Hey, look! An Obbitt." Sky pointed a finger at the Pokémon, but when she looked again her smile dropped.
An enormous Fearow blocked the path, but this wasn't an ordinary Fearow. Its feathers, instead of brown, were a sparkling white. Its whole body appeared pulsating with some strange energy. Even the terrain around it, the ground on which it walked turned from field of grass, ferns, and wildflowers into a blank slate. Sky had no doubt this is what startled all those Pokémon moments earlier, and it was heading straight for that poor Orbitt.
"We have to do something!"
~Coronet City, Town Square~
In the center of town square, a protest appeared to be going on. Several people were waving signs at shouting at the crowd of policemen and the passers-by. In the midst of the racket stood a tall sharply dressed man with a black goatee. With a raise of his hand, the protesters fell silent.
"My fellow citizens," he addressed the assembly. "How long will we stand by and watch as the past encroaches on our present?"
His voice rang out clear and powerful. No megaphone was needed.
"Every year! New artifacts are unearthed. Scraps of pottery and old rubble, dubbed priceless treasures."
A few of the protestors booed. The speaker silenced them again.
"And what do they do to the people who occupy that land? They drive them out! Forced relocation. All for the sake of 'preserving history'. Well my citizens! That history is threatening our future."
"Hoo Rah!" shouted the protestors.
"We refused to be pushed around anymore! Those archeologists and historians are so concerned with digging up old bones, they cannot see what's right in front of their faces."
"Hoo Rah!"
"What are you going to do?"
"Hoo Rah!"
"Are you going to stand up for whats right?"
"Hoo Rah!"
"Preserve our present! Protect the future!"
"Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah! Hoo Rah!"
This, the ringleader of the protest thought, was mob mentality at its finest. Loud, powerful, choas! Oh, how he loved it.