Quete d' Amor
Prologue
“Dark runs over light,
darkness is like a giant kite,
covering the beauty of the sky,
bring terror into thy” ~Juan Grecias the third
The mist covered the stir of the big city, Paris, home to more than two million people. Jacob Burns, {aged fifty, though the lack of wrinkles on his face and his deeply dyed blond hair made him look twenty years younger} stuttered through the busy city, only stopping at a new stand to purchase the latest edition of ‘The Parisian’. He skimmed through the pages before finally coming to an article in the fine arts.
‘Scientifique creer 1eer Pokeballe!’ Scientists create 1st Pokeball
Little did the many that populated France know that Jacob Burns, was the original creator of the Pokeball. He scanned the article, it seemed that Sliph Technologies Francais had created what they named Pokeball to catch the elusive creatures that roamed the world. They credited the work to a professor Jaques Sliph, vice-president of Sliph Technologies. And listed the staff who had assisted in the work of the Pokeball, among them monsieur Kurt James I (representing Europe), Dr. Armades Incumato (representing North and South America), Dame Charlotte Rocket (representing Australia), Dr. Dwight Luck (Africa) and monsiuer Dei Jong (representing Asia). Antarctica was the only un-represented continent. And a Dr. Jacob Burns for minor assistance in naming the berries that developed the ball.
Jacob looked at it in horror, minor assistance! He was the one that developed the laser suction that would suck the Pokemon back into the ball, he suggested using the berries to make the ball’s inner covering, he was the one who designed the ball, minor assistance. The rage began to build up in him, what the hell did they mean by minor assistance. He trooped to a nearby phone station and picked it up before dialing a private number.
“Silph agencies,” a cold voice answered.
“This is agent 678JB, get me Jaques.”
Within seconds a voice answered, “Jacob, my old friend, what can I do for you?”
Jacob smiled thinly, “You should know my dear pal, what do you mean by minor assistance!”
“You are just a junior scientist in the company my dear friend, do you think I will make you a superstar over-night?”
“Damn you!”
“Oh yes and by the way, you’re fired!”
“You’re a ****ing little basta8d you sonofabitch! I’ll kill you!”
“We shall see.” Jaques slammed down the phone.
Revenge plan number one was on its way, to do more damage than Jacob and Silph ever dreamed of.
Author's note: I know that the prologue was very short only 75% of a page on MS Word but I promise that the following chapters will be longer, in the meantime, enjoy Recherché de Amour: Quest of Love, the prologue, written by a French author. Au revoir!