Some Trainers fight for the glory of being number one. Some Trainers fight for the thrill, the challenge of pitting yourself against your foes. Some Trainers fight to feel the rush of power, to have every order be obeyed. As for Theo, who traversed the dusty trail to Mahogany Town with his partner in crime, the dark Darunia, he didn't really care about glory, power, or any of that stuff. So why did he become a Trainer? The very thought haunted his mind as he traveled, brushing his orange locks aside as he saw the tiny town coming up on the horizon. He paused, his Mightyena friend walking right up to him and looking at him somberly.<br/><br/>"Darunia," he asked, knowing full well that the pokemon wouldn't be able to answer him, "why have the spirits sent me on this path? Why did they bring us together? I don't have that many badges, and we're in no shape to take on any league..."<br/><br/>At this, Darunia looked up at him, his expression hurt and offended. Immediately before Theo could say anything more, the dark hound took off in the direction of the town, leaving him to chase after his partner, blowing his thoughts from his mind. The spirits didn't do shit to force him on the path, in fact, they never said anything directly to him in the 15 he had seen them and felt them. However, he pushed that all out of his mind as he got into the tiny town, and focused on his current goals, despite the deep feeling in the pit of his gut that something was going to go terribly, terribly wrong.<br/><br/>((Craptastic intro, but oh well. Is late and I is tired.))