Alone, cold and bored. [Tristan]

[Tristan Blake]

Hearing what the boy can remember about his home doesn't help Tristan all that much. Of course, he can most likely take Diamond out of the picture, but it leaves basically each of the other kingdoms a possibility. Tristan is about to ask another question when the boy begins rambling slightly.

"Well, if that's all you can remember, I suppose that's all you can give me...Thank you I suppose, I'll continue thinking about it..however, from what I know, it will be hard to narrow things down. Anyway, today..is a special day, however..it's not the kind of special day I think either of us would want to be a part of. You see, right now, or sometime soon, the town will be having a special witch burning celebration where dozens of witches and people like them are killed somewhere in the town...It's sick really, but I can't do a thing about it. Now then about your--" Tristan says somberly before being interrupted by a crash.

From behind the pair, a loud noise is formed. This noise is the sound of someone breaking down the door to the room. Tristan quickly turns around to see what has happened, and who stands in the door but the woman at the front desk. She looks much different from before; her eyes are a strange reddish color, her complexion seems more dirty, her hair is frizzy and flowing, and her entire demeanor gives off a horrible vibe. She stands in the doorway, looking furiously at the two males within the room.

"Are you ready to DIE!? Muahahahaha!" She screams as she pulls up her sleave, revealing some strange tattoos. She holds out her hand and she forms an orb of bright red fire that is now flying through the room toward the other two.

Tristan is taken by surprise and he might have been hit by the orb if it hadn't flown past him and toward the boy. "Watch out!" Tristan shouts to the boy before turning his eyes to the woman. "You there, Witch! What do you think you're doing!? Stop what you are doing at once. You know what this evening is, right?! You can be sure that your fate will be as your sister's if you continue in your actions!" Tristan says, waiting for any signs of further attack, ready to launch his own.

[Stryker]

"Ew, how uncivilized." Stryker commented when Tristan explained that it was a gruesome and disgusting event. Hearing a crash right behind them, Stryker turned and glanced, grossed out by what stood in the doorway. "Well now." he muttered as he leaped out of the way of the burning orb of fire, but not quick enough as the orb burned his arm. Setting his jaw, he ignored the painful burn on his arm and glared at the lady. "I'm not sure. Are you?" he shot back, flexing his hands, wishing he had a weapon on his to slice this bothersome lady. And he wonders why I can't trust people. Too bad I have no weapon. I still wouldn't be able to use it. he thought as his hand grasped something with a perfect weight, something unfamiliar. It was a sword, one side black as night and the other as white as the snow that had fallen. Well now. he thought, adapting to the strange new weapon in his hands. Feeling the anticipation before a fight. 

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan turns his head for a moment when a faint ringing sound is made from an unknown object. He notices the boy's sword that he definitely did not have with him before, but Tristan doesn't have time to think about it, as the witch is now speaking once again.

"Witch!? You dare call me a witch?! You can't say a thing! The two of you are just as deserving of death as I am, if you follow the law, hmm? Have you ever thought about that? You're right, my sisters and I shall share the same fate, we, shall one day be the driving force behind this kingdom, we, shall destroy the king and all those affiliated with him. NOW DIE!" She says, her voice ever increasing in volume.

As her last words escape her, she grabs two chains that were apparently on her back a moment ago. She holds either end tightly, and, as her eyes glow a bright red, so do the chains. She tenses herself as if she is going to charge at the duo, possibly as a ploy to distract them, because, rather than attack directly, she begins lashing the chains in every possibly direction, the weapons not meeting any resistance as they sear through rock and wood and metal alike.

As she slows her lashing, the entire building begins to shake as the hotel itself, as a result of the supporting sections being damaged, begins to crash down around them. Slates of wall fall both outward and inward as dust and particles begins clouding the area around the hotel. One watching from a distance would think a Pokemon had selfdestructed within the structure or something of the like.

As Tristan watches, he gets ready for the woman to attack, but as she begins devastating the entire building, Tristan stands in shock. After all three of the people, who appear to be the only people in the enormous inn, fall to the first floor, the witch being the only one who falls gently, Tristan gets to his feet and searchees for the boy. Noticing that he hasn't been fatally wounded, Tristan draws his sword and begins charging it wish electricity.

"Why don't you fools just give up! You've already lost! Even your powers won't help you here! Muahahaha!!" the witch screams as she forms a pure beam of blazing energy.

Tristan runs toward the beam, his Excalibur completely charged with a yellowish blue energy, and he slams his sword into the fire blast. As the lightning and fire interact, an explosion of exponential proportions result, an explosion whose shockwave not only knocks Tristan all the way passed the boy, but an explosion which destroys the rest of the inn, whose infrastructure was still standing, albeit barely.

Tristan tries getting up, however, it will take a moment for him to do so, so, as he raises his body, up, he tries to convince the boy to run. "Young man..run..this battle..just go..I think I can take her.." Tristan says, as he notices that the witch, because of her distance, was barely scathed. Now..if only I can figure out how.. Tristan thinks as a surge of pain flows through his core.

"So, you there, are you next?!" The witch screams as she launches another flaming orb, this one, however, is much larger, and it appears the the dust in the air itself is vaporizing from the heat..

[Stryker]

Scary lady. Stryker thought as she screamed about taking over the kingdom. "There's no need for us all to die now is there?" he muttered as the lady screamed on. He shrank back as the scary lady prepared to maul them with chains, only to watched as she tore down the building. He fell, gripping his sword, down to the bottom of the giant inn and landed on his feet poorly. Growling in frustration and the throbbing pain of his ankle, he told the witch, "If we already lost, we'd be dead. So no, why the reverse world would I give up?", as he got up, clenching his teeth in an attempt to ignore the pain. Which failed miserably as he now put most of his weight on his other leg. "Scary lady." he muttered as he watched, unable to move quickly away from the path of the forming beam of light. He propped himself up with the sword he still held miraculously. He glanced at Tristan as the man ran towards the witch, with his own sword charged with electricity. Averting his eyes from the explosion, he still got pushed back by it a bit on his unsteady feet. "Tristan, you don't got this. You need help. Including that, you're also hurt aren't you?" he shouted to Tristan, recovering his footing. "Stupid witch, come at me." He shouted at the witch, aiming to distract her for a bit, and ran with incredible speed towards the witch, going behind her and directing her attention to him. He glared at her, baiting her to try him. "What, am I bugging you?" he asked as he stopped a good length away from the lady, in case she fired another fireball.

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan looks up at the boy as he asks him about his physical condition. Tristan looks down at himself, wondering if he can still actively fight. Tristan uses his sword to raise himself up, despite not knowing his true limits. Luckily, his body allows him to stand and just in time too, for just as his eyes readjust their focus, the giant ball of flames is close enough to hit him head on.

Tristan dodges out of the way, happy to see that the boy is trying to distract the witch so that Tristan himself can gain some traction with the real world. Tristan notices just how mad the witch is getting and he worries that the two could be in danger. He forms his wings once again, as he notices a debris pile falling from above them. After the rubble around him settles, he launches himself toward the witch, hoping to catch her off guard.

"You two are beginning to make me very angry!" The witch shouts as she raises her hands, seemingly to attack the boy. "Let's see the two of you handle this!" she shouts as she lowers her hands, creating a fiery shockwave over a story high that moves quickly toward the pair in every direction.

As the shockwave approaches Tristan in his flight, he quickly covers his body with his wings which protect him from the heat, but not from the impact. The sheer power of the shockwave blasts Tristan backward once again, this time, his body slamming up against a pillar of some sort left over from the building. The instant he hits the pole, he tries to send a wave of Dragon Force energy toward the boy's location that would, if it got there in time, sheild him from the heat.

Through his eyes now partially blinded from the light of the fire, Tristan can't tell whether or not the boy is alright, but regardless, Tristan will take no more of this. Tristan holds his hands out, forming a Dragon Pulse that will eventually turn into a beam of jet black energy. He quickly flies toward the witch, not allowing her any time to react. The moment he reaches her, the orb launches its beam and it travels quickly towards Tristan and the witch.

Tristan grabs his sword and forms the same black haze as before around it's edge and, as the beam arrives, he twirls the sword around, creating a black sphere of sorts around the witch.

"You think you can contain me with so puny a barrier!? Ha! The nerve!" she shouts as she herself begins to glow a violent red color. It appears as if the woman herself is about to explode.

Tristan, noticing that the boy is still standing, either by his own means, or by the help of his Dragon Force, shouts to the creature, asking him for assistance. "I'm going to get her to the ground, your sword should help seal away her power. Do you mind helping?" Tristan shouts, as his entire body, the arm not holding his sword specifically, begins to crackle and spark with bright yellow electricity.

As the heat begins to disentagrate the barrier, Tristan flies high above the witch, preparing for his attack. After the barrier is completely gone, Tristan flies, full speed at the witch, who is now levitating above the ground because of her own raw energy. He holds out his arm and slams it into her torso, forcing her now energy-pulsing body into the ground.

"Now!" Tristan shouts as he creates a vortex like energy pool beneath where the boy would most likely attack. If the boy makes in in time, he will be swept away into the air by the vortex, out of the way of the explosion.

[Stryker]

He looked sharply up, hearing something fall towards them. He leaped back, hoping that the pile of debris hit the angery witch. "Ohhh, you seem just as angry as a few seconds before. Come on, is that the best you can truly do?" he taunted, backing away from the witch as she prepared to do something. That something just happened to be a huge fiery wall that was coming near him. "Great." he grumbled, a tad concered for his life. He saw from the corner of his eye, Tristan getting blown away. He turned his focus back quickly, bracing himself for the hit he was going to take. Squeezing his eyes, he covered his face from the strong shockwave, which felt like a really strong wind. Getting shoved back by the wind, he sent a silent grudgingly giving thanks to Tristan. At least he helped. Stryker thought regaining his footing.
"I should slap you for this." he hissed to the witch as she grew red in the barrier Tristan made. "Of course I'll help you give this witch what she deserves." he said calmly to Tristan, readying his sword. He drew a bit closer, waiting for the perfect time when Tristan forces her down. The time came and he rushed in, striking her neck for a quick painless death. He was swept into the air the moment he struck, pulled away to safety. He fell a good distance away from whatever left, let go of his sword and collapsed onto all fours. He sat up, wearily holding his burnt arm, hoping that he was done, for all the energy left him weak and shaky. 

[Tristan Blake]

As the witch hits the ground, a crater forms because of the impact. Tristan, too tired himself to move, watches as the boy runs up and finishes the job, using his sword to end the witch's existence. Tristan is glad to watch as the the Pokemon-boy is moved away to safety, for, as Tristan had inwardly guessed, the witch's spell wasn't going to end with her fall. As her eyes close, her body emits so much light that it appears that the form is literally just a light source and no longer what used to be a person.

The light erupts violently into a pillar of blazing red, fiery energy that engulfs Tristan before the Knight can even blink. Tristan's electricity, which is still covering his body, is now arching immensly, trying to prevent the heat from damaging Tristan's body. The lightning energy gets so strong that it begins actually lashing out, creating a moving display of lightning coming out of the pillar.

Finally, the pillar ceases it's eruption and Tristan falls to the ground. The ground. That's all he falls on. Of course, it would be expected that the heat would have vaporized the witch's body, but, there isn't even a pile of ash or mush or anything hinting at a person ever being there. Tristan, despite his fatigue from the intense energy outflow attempt at saving his own life, opens his eyes wide. Tristan sits up, ignoring the pain, his wings completely faded now. When his eyes finally process what is before him, Tristan wishes that he didn't have to believe his eyes.

There before him stands a woman far different from the girl at the reception desk, and far different from the woman who had attacked them before. There, standing before the pair, is a woman who looks nothing like any witch Tristan has ever seen. Her eyes glow like the raging fire that attacked him. Her face is white but her mouth is blue. Her hair is as long as her body and blacker than night, and it moves as if it is it's own.. Her arms are no longer arms, but appear as black appendages resembling snake-like tree limbs. Her body floats in mid air strangely, it is almost as if the earth doesn't want her presence, but the air doesn't either. Her dress, which is much longer than her body is covered in sequins Tristan recognizes as black magic symbols, and she gives off an aura that makes the ground glow red, but the air seem black. Everything about her makes her the scariest thing Tristan has seen in all his years.

Tristan stands, his body in intense pain but he doesn't know it. He looks at the woman, not knowing what he is looking at. Tristan himself, a knight who is supposed to be able to combat all is frozen by the fire in the witch's eyes. She looks right into Tristan's eyes as she speaks, and when she does, her voice sounds weak, yet powerful, scratchy, yet strong, alone, yet with the harmony of many.

"It seems you have both had the blessing. The blessing of seeing my true form. I thank you. Both of you. The death you've given me will fuel the deaths of many. The life you've taken will allow me to steal the life of all. The evil you've released from me, will fuel this land. And the darkness you've unlocked in me, will allow me to lead my sisters with a fire like no other. Now. Let me show you my gratitude!" She screams as she lifts her hands into the air, releasing hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions of slithering creatures.

These creatures, snake-like in appearance fly off into the night. In the distance, the screams and cries of the townspeople can be heard along with the laughter of witches. The witch creates a black fiery wall around her as she flies off into the night.

"Forever, that is how long you and your people shall fear me. You shall all forever fear the name of Evilyn, the witch. The witch that changed everything!" she shouts as she disappears. Now, the two stand in the rubble of what used to be an inn, and all that can be heard are the screams of the people, and the laugh of the evil that is no longer to come.

[Stryker]

Stryker turned his head and shut his eyes, away from the sudden light of the witch's death. Or supossdly, as the light faded to revel exuasted and maybe hurt Tristan sitting quite near the most scary and obnoxious thing he saw. The witch had transformed, making Stryker want to run away from her but at the same time, smack her upside the head. Course we're not done. All my fault too. he thought watching helplessly as the witch speak about how they brought death to all vilagers. "If I had the strength, I'd come over there to tear you a new one!" he shouted stupidly as she released dark, slithering evil to villeges, causing people to run in fear of the great undoing. Shakily, he crawled over to where Tristan sat in a daze. He paused when he was very close, stopping to breathe as the effort pained his burn. "I'm sorry..." he said as he fell over on his side, passed out from lack of energy and the pain. 

[Tristan Blake]

As Tristan watches everything that the witch does, he wants nothing more than to chase after her, but before he even has the chance, she has disappeared. Tristan's mind is inwardly panicking as he tries to comprehend what he has just done. Did I really..was it really...Could I have.. Tristan thinks, his soul aching at the thought of it being his fault that all of the witches have been set free. Tristan watches as the boy falls over. Tristan decides to help him rather than sulking over his actions.

Tristan once again stumbles to his feet, trying not to listen to the screams that he has caused. He tries to move quickly, not wanting any townspeople to come around and assume that the two of them caused any of this. Tristan picks up the boy, and carries him out into the outskirts of town, and into the forest-like section that lie there. He lies the boy on a stump and waits for him to wake, sparking a fire with his lightning, trying to make sure the boy doesn't get too cold.

As Tristan waits, his head falls into his hands as he worries about what his actions could have unfolded..

[Stryker]

Stryker remained unconcious for well over fifteen minutes, wearily opening his eyes to see a nice cozy fire warming him up. He didn't move, afraid to disturb Tristan sulk in his guilt.  What if the witch won't go away in a night? What would he accomplish without me? He'd probably send for reinforcements. Stryker thought. He looked around the forest from the corner of his eyes. Something about the trees looked weird, maybe he was hallusinating. I wonder. he thought and he looked back to Tristan. 
"Stop thinking for a bit. We still have time, we can make something better happen." he said, sitting up with effort. "It's not your fault anyways, you're not a psychic type. How could we have both known?" he said, looking on his burnt arm. That stings. I'm supposed to be fast. he thought as he looked back to Tristan. "I call myself Stryker. Now let's think of a way to get out of this mess. That witch can kill us if she wanted to, so fighting directly is foolish. We need to trap her. But material is strong enough to withstand that stupid ability of her's?" he asked, wanting to do something productive. But looking at the condition they both were in, he sighed. "And before we do anything, we need to recover. Obviously, we can't go into town, which leaves the forest. Do you know the way around it?" he asks as looks around. And I wonder what to do about the witch. Have to urge to punch her in the face. he thought, grinding his teeth in frustration. 

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan listens as Stryker tries reassuring him. It works a bit, as it is true that he couldn't have possibly known that the woman at the desk was a witch considering she had some sort of ability mask on, and he couldn't have known her intentions when attacking the pair, but Tristans can't help feeling responsible. He looks to the Pokemon speaking to him as he begins asking questions about how to handle the witch. Quickly, Tristan begins to reply.

"No. I can't allow you to get involved in this. It is my battle now, besides..I don't sense the magic potential within you to help. It's nothing against you, but if you were to try helping, you would most likely die. I'm not saying I can defeat her...but considering the power she has now exibited..I don't believe that trapping her will work. So for now..I believe that we should focus on you. You need to be healed..and you need to get back to your home. I couldn't risk having your blood on my hands as well.. I will search for the answer to your curse after all of this is overwith..Now, if you are ready, I think we should go, before that woman changes her mind." Tristan says somberly as he stands and begins to walk in the direction opposing the town.

[Stryker]

Stryker rolled his eyes as Tristan attempted to push him away from the fight. He didn't try denying Tristan, rather liking his life, even with his curse. "I only need to be healed. It's only a few hours away from sunrise." he mutters as he follows Tristan, after kicking the fire out. "And you sound civil now. I wonder why." he says with smiling eyes. "The special day, or week for pokemon I was going on about, was that delibird visits all the pokemon, and gives each of them what they deserve. Be it good or bad, the delibird knows all." he says half joking. Only half. "Perhaps this year, he might visit humans. Probably not." he said, following Tristan behind, trying to ignore his wounded arm. 

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan listens to the creature speak, glad that he is complying to the knight's will. He listens to Stryker's comment about his civility and, after the boy has finished speaking once again, Tristan begins to make his own comments.

"Listen, I'm sorry if I was curt with you before, but, if you haven't noticed, there is a reason Crystal is so wary of those with magical abilities..They can be terribly dangerous. It is my job to stop them, and I assumed that you were one of them because of your random teleportational appearance. And..you're right..the sun is going to rise soon..and You'll be out of this place once again..I don't know about what you said of this gifting Delibird, but I must say, your presence here has been a gift to me..Although..I wish it could have been on a more peaceful night that we met. Perhaps another day, in a different time.." Tristan says as he thinks, looking up into the slowly changing sky, still ever worrying about the presence of the witch Evilyn.

Tristan walks for a bit more before walking into what looks like a clearing but is really a road. The road is hard to make out as it appears to rarely be used, but it is a road no doubt. Tristan looks to Stryker as he turns to travel on the road, the way he is traveling will eventually lead Tristan near the capitol where he can inform those he must about the incidents, but by the time he arrives..he will no longer have a soul traveling with him. Tristan waits for Stryker to reply, wondering exactly when and how the creature will disappear into the morning..

[Stryker]

Stryker closes his eyes. Thinking. "Indeed, duty called your curtness. Mustn't blame you, I also pushed your buttons." he said smiling mischieviously. "Anyways, you are also a gift. Perhaps we may meet again, every full and new moon are only a few days apart. With luck, we may see each other sooner." he says looking to Tristan. He turned to the beautiful changing sky, wondering if he should watch the sun rise with each other. 
"Would you like to watch the sun rise with me? It'll be my present to you. Let's climb up a tree to see it better" he said, jumping onto the tallest tree nearby the clearing, or unused road. He sat on the highest limb, leaning on the trunk as he grew sleepy. "I'm glad we're friends. It would have been such a boring, cold lonely night without you." he said sleepily as the sky changed to a combination of blue hues and red. "Don't drawl over what happened tonight either, when ai disappear. You seem like you need more happy things in your life." he said as bubbles of light began to emit from his body, his wounds fading.

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan smiles as Stryker speaks, wondering if perhaps fate would dare to bring the two together once again.. Normally, Tristan would think of an act like the one Stryker is proposing useless and a waste of time, but at this moment, Tristan decides to go along with it, thinking that there might not be many more times like this to speak of..

"I'd love to watch the sunrise with you Stryker, and we can only hope that we will one day be brought together again..hopefully by then, the world shall be ridded of what has happened tonight.." Tristan says, trying to listen to Stryker's advice not to worry about what had occurred.

Tristan watches as the curse sets in, and Tristan assumes that Stryker will soon no longer be in the knight's presence. He looks at Stryker while holding a leaf in his hands, wondering about how things will turn out.

"Stryker, it was a pleasure meeting you, goo--no, farewell for now. Until we meet again?" Tristan says, as he watches the sun slowly rise. Tristan only hopes that the light of day can guide him home fast enough. Fast enough to warn his people of his mistake.