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Dante woke to the sound of a loud ding interrupting the Dream. He slowly sat up and looked at the clock on the wall. It was just after four in the morning. Who the Torn was playing bells in the Center? The nurse walked over with Totodile's pokeball in her hands. "Your Pokemon is fully healed. However, I recommend you take it easy with training. It's still somewhat worn out from that beating it took." Dante snatched the ball from the nurse's hand. "Thanks for the advice, but no thank you. Totodile will never get strong if we take it easy." The nurse frowned. "Young man, I don't think that's the proper attitude a trainer should have. You and

Violet City. A giant city filled with history. As Dante walked down the stone paved streets, he couldn't help but glance everywhere at the bizarre architecture. Even the Pokemon Center was old fashioned, colored a deep plum. It was so different from the modern structures of Kanto. Here the roofs arced up from the eaves and all the buildings were adorned with carvings, bells, and wood panels creating interesting patterns. It was both beautiful and mysterious. Dante was not so cold hearted that he wouldn't take care of his Pokemon. After all, tired Pokemon stayed weak. He dropped Totodile off at the Pokemon Center for a few minutes while he we

Dante blew through Cherrygrove City, Totodile scrambling to keep up. There wasn't time to look at the startled civilians who jumped out of the way of the strange red head and his Pokemon. Dante barely registered anything, except the overwhelming feeling that he had to move. Before long he had emerged on Route 30 and he kept running. He shoved the tall grass in front of him aside, sending Weedle and Rattata scurrying for cover. Finally, after running through another field of tall grass, Dante slumped against a tree, mentally and physically exhausted. Totodile came staggering down after him, panting in a raspy voice. Gritting his teeth Dante r

The boy, Ethan, seemed to be in a hurry. His step, though a walk, was brisk, as if he had an important place to be two minutes prior. Dante matched his pace and walked towards him. He tried to put on his best tough face. If he was going to defeat this wimp in battle, he'd better do it in character. Ethan, apparently noticing the approaching Dante, stopped with a look of exclamation on his face.  Behind him trotted the little black fire Pokemon Dante had seen earlier. Dante's anger deepened. It was bad enough to know this pathetic kid was favored over himself, but to see the visual evidence was infuriating. Dante's pace quickened and he stood