Or, at least, he better be real, because otherwise I just went on the most insane race of my life for naught.
A Hoothoot was left on the path just beyond where I’d spent the night. Its entrails were strewn about, its eyes pierced through their morose glaze. A macabre sight if ever there was one. I wanted to rest by the edge of the road and reclaim my stomach, but I needed to keep on.
Just a short while along the path north, I was directly assailed by the cloaked demon! Just as in my dreams, he did indeed have a hook for a hand, and thrust it at me, threatening to tear me atwain. Catching a nearby Girafarig around the neck, I slung Lickitung and myself onto its back, spurring it onwards with a sharp jab of the heels.
Thinking I had successfully gotten away, to my horror I turned back to see the figure chasing me on his own Girafarig. Tearing down the path, we hugged curves and ran amuck through the high grass, bodies of lesser pokémon being trampled beneath us. Riding hard, I managed to steer the Girafarig far enough away, and it panted and heaved when we finally got off. I found myself in Ecruteak City.
I’ll just have to spend the night here. I’ve found a secret place to sleep behind the Burned Tower, so I shouldn’t be found.
Among the soft grass,
Trainer Andrew ♂
Trainer Andrew ♂
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