Chapter Thirteen

                                    

                                          
"What are we planning moving forward?"  Proton, admin of the Team Rocket Board, asked.
                          
"Well," Giovanni said.  "We have enough power to take down the league.  So that's the logical idea."
                          
"While that holds true, we have to expect that they will be ready for us."  Ariana, admin of the Team Rocket Board, mentioned.
                          
"Not to mention that Lance has gone to extremes by recruiting Red to help them," Petrel, another admin of the Board, pointed out.
                          
"Still," Giovanni acknowledged.  "So we'll begin preparations to attack the Pokèmon League at a later time."  
                          
"What else?" Petrel asked.
                          
"Well, what happens with your kids?" Proton asked.
                          
"Silver will be a problem we will have to deal with when the time comes," Giovanni said.
                          
"Don't forget about the other little brats," Petrel noted from personal expirience.
                          
"Yes, Gold and Crystal will be a problem as well," Giovanni mentioned.  "As for my daughter, she is loyal to me and, even if she wasn't, the three bird pokèmon she controls pose no threat to us in the state we're in."
                          
"However, the bond she has with Nidoqueen keeps growing," Petrel recalled.
                          
"Bond?" Giovanni considered.  "What about it?  The bond with your pokèmon can only go so far."
                          
"Yes," another voice came in.  "Once maxed out, strength can only go so far."
                          
"Ah.. Archer!" Proton exclaimed.  "Nice of you to join us!"
                          
"Sorry about that," Archer, executive of Team Rocket, said.  "Brat kept me held up. Fairly balanced team as well, but, in the end, even his Venusaur fell."
                          
"Venusaur?" Giovanni asked intrigued.  "What was the kid's name?"
                          
Archer replied with a smile on his face, "Axle Kindlin."
                          
"NO!" I screamed.  It didn't take me long to realize where I was.  I stood up from where I was sleeping, stretching before I head out onto the ledge.  I stood there and took it all in for a moment.  Flare stood behind me, hand on my shoulder.  This dream was different than the rest.  The others I only remembered the feeling; this time, however, I remembered the entire dream
                          
Flare, my pokèmon, and I had been training side by side to get stronger for Mewthree.  Our determination to beat him was immense, but remembering the site of his power was quite shaking.  It was scary to see him only have to flick his wrist to kill a legendary.  But it also built my internal drive to defeat him.  I had to beat him; I had to destroy him for the future of the world.
                          
The pokèmon inside the mountain would also help with our training.  It was mainly endurance training against the pokèmon of the mountain.  They attacked us both with full force.  I learned that pokèmon go through a lot in battle.  They had to endure the pain we put them through.  Battle after battle of nothing but tough fights, sometimes without a break.  It would be too much strain on the trainer's pokèmon.
                          
My motivation to beat Mewthree drives me to do better.  I think that is what drives Flare too, but I am still unsure.  There are moments where I think he's holding back, like he's thinking of something else.  There is something I know for certain; I know that there is something wrong.  Maybe it's the fact that Mewthree killed Mewtwo in a second.  Anyway it goes, we have to resolve this so there is nothing holding us back.