Prophecy Destroyers [1x1]

Heidi quirked a brown eyebrow, frowning at her fellow Team Skull Member in the dark night, lit only by a few flickering streetlights. "What the hell are you on about, Cortez?" She spat. She leant against the wall of the mansion in Po Town, puffing on a cigarette, when the annoying, scrawny member came over to chat her ear off.
The spectacled man made a baffled sound, pulling down his bandanna. "What do you mean, 'what am I on about?" He growled back. "Isn't it obvious? This is a big deal!"
Heidi scoffed, taking another drag. "It's a dumb story. You're meant to be the smart one, dude."
Cortez made the same baffled sound. "It's not! This is the real deal. When has a prophecy ever been wrong?"

Heidi hesitated. "A kid couldn't stop this shit," she muttered. "Nothing can, and that's the good part. As long as the police are more worried about those dumb pokémon, the less they bother with us. What, are you trying to stop it?"
Cortez scowled and shook his head. "Of course not, knucklehead!" He pulled his bandanna back up against the harsh wind. "I'm trying to keep it going! If this kid is a real thing, then it could stop everything! It would ruin us!"
Heidi sighed, dropping her finished cigarette. She put it out with the toe of her boot, and shoved Cortez with one muscled arm, making him stumble. "Fine, I'll go and see about this damn prophecy! Will that shut you up?"

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Meanwhile, in Iki Town, a tan boy slipped out of the orphanage window. He ran a hand through his long dark brown hair and pushed his baseball cap down on top of his head. He pulled the hood of his jacket up and slipped on a pair of sunglasses, even though it was the middle of the night. With all of this on, you couldn't tell that it was Sun, the long-time orphan. He had lived on the island ever since he was little, with his parents being an absolute mystery. He only spoke to certain people, but to everyone else he wouldn't say a word. A very persistent case of selective mutism.

He was an obedient boy, so it was odd to see him out and about long after curfew. Which was why he was putting an active effort into keeping his identity hidden. In the pocket of his hoodie, he had four things; a letter, a phone, and a picture. The letter was in beautiful cursive and written on fancy paper, and was signed: 'From, mama'. The phone was new to Sun, but old to anyone else. How he got it was...best not talked about. There was also a pokéball - he didn't know what pokémon was in it. He had just seen it on his way out and picked it up. With any luck, it would be something good. The photo was a big deal.

But it was to big of a story to go into depth with. Sun had a goal...

And it's name was Lush Jungle.