"Hello, Misty," a soft but deep voice said from behind her. It was
strangely familiar to her.
She turned around with a whip of her mantle to see a tall, muscular man
in a hooded, brown Master's cloak. The man removed his hood that was
keeping his face in shadow, to reveal brown spiky hair, worn longer and
looser, some falling over his slitted narrow eyes. His face held a rugged
handsomeness to it that was also very familiar.
"B-Brock?" Misty said, her hand going to her mouth in shock. Then she
laughed in happiness as she ran forward, arms outstretched. "You're
alive! We thought you were dead! Killed by Lord Garick!"
But just when she was about to reach him to give him a tight hug, his
slitted eyes glowed an ugly brown. "S-Stay away from me!" he shouted as