*Mark, just a few moments earlier, was on a simple trek, one with the purpose of training his body to meet further physical capabilities, to test out his physical might, as well as mental might, against the challenges of nature. Although he has the ability to detect auras from every different pokemon imaginable, he has yet to hone this ability, especially from more... devious auras, as well as being able to differentiate different emotions and alliances of these auras. Thus, through combined physical and spiritual training, he had hoped to improve himself as a fighter. Unfortunately, Arceus had different plans...*
*By the time Mark had gained awareness of a particularly harsh and malicious aura, he had already been teleported to an odd chamber, surrounded by a number of doors, each retaining a number on the upper edge. These doors, though, led to nowhere in particular, just empty frames standing in the middle of a large garden. In the center of this chamber lied the source of the malicious aura, lieing over a bed of decaying flowers. Mark had never seen this pokemon before, and thus prepared a defensive stance, surely this pokemon didn't mean to go on a picnic after all...*