"Yeah," answered Raskal. "Lets go back and enjoy the show. We can start looking for your parents first thing tomorrow." He lifted himself up off the ground and placed his back pack over his shoulders once more. "I may know someone who might be able to help us on Cinnabar Island. We can travel there once we're finished at this festival, is that ok with you?"
Raskal offered his hand to the girl to help her to his feet. He sincerely hoped that whatever this book was that it would help him bring Lilly closer to finding her mother and father. He also began to see things differantly concerning the ancient tome in his pack. If it had the power to help him communicate with pokemon what other mysteries would it's pages reveal to him?
The ideas swirled through the young trainer's head. Suddenly Raskal had a purpose to his life and it felt good. He would see this through to it's end, and Team Rocket be damned.
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Another mind was swirling with ideas that evening, a mind that wasn't concerned with anyone's well being; other than it's own. The dark figure peered over the rooftop staring down at the pair of trainers below. He could feel the dark energies that pulsed from the book inside one of the trainer's pack's. Though it was breifly felt, it was an unmistakable marker that told the mysterious stranger his search was nearng it's completion.
I can sense it master. Shall I retrieve the book for you now? Came the expected thought from his unseen partner. The words formed inside of the dark hunter's mind as clearly as though he had thought them himself.
"No. We will deal with this cautiously." Answered the cloacked man to the voice inside his head. "Be patient. Soon it will be ours... soon." He stepped away from the roof's edge and in a flash of light was gone, vanished into thin air.
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