Post by Professor Oak on Jun 30, 2007 15:42:10 GMT 11
Route 29 It is dark and chilly. You wish that you had begun your journey earlier in the day and had not battled with the strange red-haired kid. You know that your mum will be worried when you get to Cherrygrove the next day. Ominous red eyes glare at you from the dense fog but you know that if you stay on the path everything will be fine. Suddenly, you see flutter of wings as a dark pokemon flies past you and into the trees. You want to chase after it, but you know that it disappeared off into the woods. Your mum’s reproachful words cross your mind as you hesitate, debating whether to chase after it or not.