I wrote this for a vocab paragraph my sophomore year.
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The two species were incompatable, the only way that they could live together was by some act of God.That was our job. We as scientists often played God with our specimens. Their lives were unconsequential compaired to ours. Through experimentation, we had found something very much like the philosipher's stone of the alchemy times. With this, we blessed ourselves with longevity. We also gave this "gift" to some of our rarer specimes so that we could experiment on them longer.
Our experiments influenced the media, and soon we became lobbyists, influencing many important governmental decisions. We were jubilant in what we had accomplished thus far. Perhaps we were so busy mulling over our success that we had let our guard down more than we intended.
It was inevitable that one of our experiments would one dayrealize the intelect it possessed, but it is a fact that many scientists had ignored. i was unable to impute to them what I knew without lude words thrown my way, so I sat back and watched as one of the specimens, a black fox, became aware of it's kowledge.
He jmped agiley to the top bars of his cage, grabbing the simple lock and pulling it down. After his long imprisonment, he was very intrepid. Looking upon that fox, a funny thought came to mind. Perhaps in this world of science, only the specimens had integrity. As the black fox opened the door, the snow white hair that had been manipulated to live peacefully with him, followed him almost as if by inituitive.
As i watched light and dark escape, I smirked. Those lab idiots had received what had been coming to them, myself included. Soon the world would know the turth; the age of science had officially ended.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Thursday, August 11, 2005
The Music Box: 8-11-05
I remember being proud of this one. It's okay, I suppose. For something 6 years old.
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I was strolling along the path in the forest behind my house when I saw a stick that was stuck in the ground like a hap-hazard grave. I was just going to pass it, but curiousity got the better of me. I bent down and saw that there was words carved on the stick. They looked old, but I could still read them. "Death of a musician, but if you are willing to carry on what I could not finish, dig here."
Most people wouldn't, but I was feeling adventurous. I had no shovel and I didn't want to lose where the stick was, so I used my hands, feeling the warm earth beneath them as I moved the soil aside. Finally, my hands hit something, I quickly uncovered it and brought it up. I brushed the dirt off of it to find a handsome wooden box with swirls and other such designs carved into it.
Cautiously I opened it and when I did, the most beautiful melody met my ears. It was haunting and sad at the same time. The melody sounded familiar as well, as if I had heard it before. I don't know how long I sat there, letting the beautiful music roll over me, engulf me. All I know is that when I finally snapped out of the trance that the music box had put me in, the sun was about to set.
I closed the music box and stood up, brushing dirt from my pants. I examined the hole to see if anything else was in there, but the hole was empty. I gently pushed the dirt back into it, covering it. I fixed the stick back, as my digging had knocked it over, and made my way home.
Dinner was the same as always and afterwards, I made my way back to my room. I didn't open the box again untill everyone was asleep. The melody seemed even more lovely in the night time. I felt my eyelids grow heavy as I listened. I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep untill my mom woke me up. I had fallen asleep on top of my bed covers and fully clothed, though this wasn't the first time.
My mom was heading off to work, so I said my goodbye and she kissed me on the cheek. Unlike normal mornings, I didn't go back to sleep, instead, I opened the music box for another listen. I was home by myself, so I disturbed no one. I closed the box, allowing the music that had just played to swim through my mind as I ofton did with songs. After awhile, an image formed it's self in my mind, it was lines, a staff with a treble cleff and notes began to form themselves on the lines.
I quickly wrote down the notes I was seeing and ran over to my piano/keyboard. I sat down and placed the music in front of me and placed my fingers on the keys. I then began to play the music, feeling the keys under my fingers, feeling each note I played. I suppose only a musician can understand this kind of pleasure.
I heard the door in the background open, but I was to envoloped in the music to care. I heard a gasp and then my dad ran up to me. "What wonderful music!" he praised. Never had I heard him compliment my music before. "Where did you hear this?"
I remembered something carved on the inside of the box, which had read: This music is now your own, take credit for it for I no longer wish to own this song. "From my heart," I answered, it semmed to fit the circumstances. My father had me play this music for our family that night before dinner. Everyone adored it, and I enjoyed playing it.
Then something happened that I could never have expected, the music became a hit with my parents, so they had me play it for their fellow workers and the rest of the family, or the family that we communicated with on any level. Again and again I played this song. Soon I doubt there was a soul who knew me who hadn't heard this song.
The funny thing was that, the more I played this song for other people, the more I came to dread playing this song. Day in and day out I was required to play this song for the pleasure of others, but not my own. Soon, music no longer gave me pleasure, I began to dread when I would have to play the song.
Late one night, I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed the music box and ran back to the small forested area behind my house. I ran to where the stick was and fell to my knees. I opened the music box one final time, letting the music surround me, then pass me by. The song was lovely still, but not to me, the joy of being a musician had gone.
I moved the dirt from the hole and buried the music box back, but not before I made my own carving contribution to the inside of it. As I covered the box with dirt, along with my music career I suppose, the words I had written resurfaced in my mind.
"Keep this song close, for it is your own song. If you play your song for others instead of yourself, it will become unbearable. Sometimes the only person who needs to hear your song is quite simply, you."
~
I was strolling along the path in the forest behind my house when I saw a stick that was stuck in the ground like a hap-hazard grave. I was just going to pass it, but curiousity got the better of me. I bent down and saw that there was words carved on the stick. They looked old, but I could still read them. "Death of a musician, but if you are willing to carry on what I could not finish, dig here."
Most people wouldn't, but I was feeling adventurous. I had no shovel and I didn't want to lose where the stick was, so I used my hands, feeling the warm earth beneath them as I moved the soil aside. Finally, my hands hit something, I quickly uncovered it and brought it up. I brushed the dirt off of it to find a handsome wooden box with swirls and other such designs carved into it.
Cautiously I opened it and when I did, the most beautiful melody met my ears. It was haunting and sad at the same time. The melody sounded familiar as well, as if I had heard it before. I don't know how long I sat there, letting the beautiful music roll over me, engulf me. All I know is that when I finally snapped out of the trance that the music box had put me in, the sun was about to set.
I closed the music box and stood up, brushing dirt from my pants. I examined the hole to see if anything else was in there, but the hole was empty. I gently pushed the dirt back into it, covering it. I fixed the stick back, as my digging had knocked it over, and made my way home.
Dinner was the same as always and afterwards, I made my way back to my room. I didn't open the box again untill everyone was asleep. The melody seemed even more lovely in the night time. I felt my eyelids grow heavy as I listened. I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep untill my mom woke me up. I had fallen asleep on top of my bed covers and fully clothed, though this wasn't the first time.
My mom was heading off to work, so I said my goodbye and she kissed me on the cheek. Unlike normal mornings, I didn't go back to sleep, instead, I opened the music box for another listen. I was home by myself, so I disturbed no one. I closed the box, allowing the music that had just played to swim through my mind as I ofton did with songs. After awhile, an image formed it's self in my mind, it was lines, a staff with a treble cleff and notes began to form themselves on the lines.
I quickly wrote down the notes I was seeing and ran over to my piano/keyboard. I sat down and placed the music in front of me and placed my fingers on the keys. I then began to play the music, feeling the keys under my fingers, feeling each note I played. I suppose only a musician can understand this kind of pleasure.
I heard the door in the background open, but I was to envoloped in the music to care. I heard a gasp and then my dad ran up to me. "What wonderful music!" he praised. Never had I heard him compliment my music before. "Where did you hear this?"
I remembered something carved on the inside of the box, which had read: This music is now your own, take credit for it for I no longer wish to own this song. "From my heart," I answered, it semmed to fit the circumstances. My father had me play this music for our family that night before dinner. Everyone adored it, and I enjoyed playing it.
Then something happened that I could never have expected, the music became a hit with my parents, so they had me play it for their fellow workers and the rest of the family, or the family that we communicated with on any level. Again and again I played this song. Soon I doubt there was a soul who knew me who hadn't heard this song.
The funny thing was that, the more I played this song for other people, the more I came to dread playing this song. Day in and day out I was required to play this song for the pleasure of others, but not my own. Soon, music no longer gave me pleasure, I began to dread when I would have to play the song.
Late one night, I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed the music box and ran back to the small forested area behind my house. I ran to where the stick was and fell to my knees. I opened the music box one final time, letting the music surround me, then pass me by. The song was lovely still, but not to me, the joy of being a musician had gone.
I moved the dirt from the hole and buried the music box back, but not before I made my own carving contribution to the inside of it. As I covered the box with dirt, along with my music career I suppose, the words I had written resurfaced in my mind.
"Keep this song close, for it is your own song. If you play your song for others instead of yourself, it will become unbearable. Sometimes the only person who needs to hear your song is quite simply, you."
Monday, July 25, 2005
Spirits of the Forest 7/25/05
Pokemon Colosseum came out and I was inpired by the 3D model of Shifttry to write something since they look so much like Japanese trolls (and are pretty awesome and not very stand-outy). That date is just when this was posted on FF since I don't have the date for when this was actually written.
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A young boy stood in the middle of a vast forest, his light brown hair was full of twigs and leaves, as he had been climbing some of the nearby trees. He loved living in the forest, and he had even built a tree house in one of the trees. He loved the forest almost as much as he loved pokemon.
Just then, he heard a rustle in a nearby bush. He ran over and scanned it with his bright blue eyes and found a small Seedot was caught in the branches of the bush. The young boy, whose name was Danny, walked over to the small acorn-shaped pokemon and spoke to it softly. "Hey there little fellow."
The Seedot looked up at him in surprise and began struggling harder to escape the bush, but was just getting more stuck in the branches. "Dot, dot!" it yelled, but Danny placed a hand on it's head and began to stroke it. The small pokemon settled down, and began to purr slightly. Danny smiled at the Seedot.
"Don't worry little guy, I'll get you out." Danny gentley tugged on the Seedot so he wouldn't hurt it. Soon he tugged the pokemon free and set the Seedot on the forest floor. "You're free now." Danny said as he turned to leave. He soon heard little footsteps behind his. He turned and saw the Seedot cautously walking up to him.
"Seedot?" the small brown pokemon questioned. Danny smiled down at the Seedot and knelt down to it's level of view.
"Do you want to come with me?" Danny asked the Seedot. Seedot nodded it's head vigorously and it walked up to Danny. Danny patted the small pokemon's head as he smiled. "I don't have any pokemon, but I do have a poke'ball with me. Do you mind if I nick-name you Dots?" Danny asked. The Seedot, now named Dots, shook it's head happily. Danny grabbed a pokeball and set it down next to Dots. Dots pushed the button on the ball and was sucked inside. The pokeball gave no wiggle of protest.
Danny then picked up the ball and threw it, Dots appeared beside of Danny. Danny smiled, glad to have found a new friend.
That night, Danny entered the cabin that he and his mom and dad lived in. He took his backpack off and set it down, then he removed his boots and set them next to his backpack. He knelt down and removed the pokeball, which contained Dots, from his pack. He couldn't wait to show his parents the pokemon that he had captured.
He walked into the kitchen where his father was reading the newspaper and his mother was making dinner. He held the poke'ball behind his back as he approached his father. "Hey dad, guess what I did today." Danny said excitedly.
"What is it, son?" Danny's dad looked up at him as he folded the newspaper and put on the table in front of him.
"You know how I don't have a pokemon of my own? And you know how you got me that pokeball for my Birthday?" Danny brought the pokeball out from behind his back.
"Oh Danny, you caught a pokemon?" his mom said, she turned from the stove to face him.
"What rare pokemon did you catch?" his father asked. "Everyone in this family has started with a rare pokemon, I started with a rare Beldum." his father said as he glanced at the pokeball in Danny's hands.
"I started with a Dratini myself." his mom said as she walked over to the counter to chop some potatoes for the stew she was making. "And your older brother, Hunter, started with a Bagon."
"Let's see it." his father said as he leant back in his chair.
"Well, it may not be rare, but this pokemon is my friend. Come out Dots!" Danny shouted as he threw the pokeball to the kitchen floor. The small Seedot appeared on the floor, and looked around the kitchen. "What do you think?" Danny asked as he picked up Dots.
"That's the pokemon you caught?" Danny's father looked up at him. "A Seedot?"
"Why, Seedot are so common here in the forest." his mom went over and deposited the potatoes into the pot.
"I will not have any son of mine start with such a common pokemon. I just won't hear of it." his father stood up from the chair.
"Now Hal," Danny's mom began.
"No, Trish, I will not have Danny start with this common pokemon. Danny, go back into the forest and release that thing this instant." his father yelled as he pointed at the door.
"But," Danny tried to say.
"No buts." his father said. Danny looked up at his mom.
"Do as your father says." she sighed.
Danny felt his anger rise as he stomped outside, slamming the door behind him. He walked out into the forest and found the bush where he and Dots had first met. He took out the pokeball and set Dots down. "Dots, my friend, I can't keep you anymore. Please understand me." Danny's voice cracked as he felt tears come to his eyes. He took one last look at the small pokemon and couldn't stand to be there. He ran into the woods as the small Seedot watched him leave.
"Dot?" Seedot looked out into the woods. It was now alone and Seedot felt tears come to it's eyes. Seedot had heard from elders of it's species that humans weren't to be trusted, but it had put that aside when it had met the young boy who had helped it. Seedot closed it's eyes and cried out in sorrow. Never again would it make that same mistake, it would never trust humans again.
That night, Danny ran to his tree house and cried himself to sleep. He was awoken the next morning by a most peculiar sound. He looked out the window of the tree house and saw that the trees were glowing an odd color as well. He climbed down from the treehouse and looked around. Many pokemon were scurrying away through the forest. Danny walked in the direction from which the pokemon were scurrying from. The sound grew louder and the trees glowed brighter as he walked on.
He came to an odd relic in the forest, from which the sound and glowing were originating from. He saw a small circular light ring appear as a small green creature emerged from it. Danny stared in amazement as the pokemon held out it's arms and the glowing and noise came to an end. The pokemon opened it's big blue eyes and landed on the relic, tired.
Danny dared himself to approach the creature as it rested on the stone relic. The small creature was green in color and resembled a fairy. It had blue-tipped antenaes on it's head and small wings on it's back. Danny came to it, and when the reature saw Danny, it shreiked "Cel bii!"
"Pokemon, I won't hurt you." Danny said as the creature eyed him warily. It flew off of the tall stone relic and flew over to Danny.
"Celibi." it said plainly. It flew around him a few times, as if investigating him, then came to a stop and hovered a few inches from him.
"Celibi, that's what you said. Are you the forest gaurdian, THE Celebi?" Danny asked the creature in excitement. Celebi shook it's head in response. "Wow, Celebi, I've heard stories about you, but I never believed that a real Celebi lived in this forest."
Celebi cocked it's head to the side as it looked at Danny. Something about him made Celebi stay, when it would have usually flown away. It couldn't understand some human, but certain words jumped out, including one that the boy had just spoken. "I'm sure my parents would let me capture a Celebi."
"Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Celebi shouted, prepairing to fly away.
"Don't worry, I won't capture you. I was just thinking aloud because my parents wouldn't let me keep a Seedot." Danny became sad as he remembered his little pokemon. Celebi flew over to Danny and put a hand on his shoulder. Danny smiled, and the two became fast friends. In the years that followed, Celebi and Danny grew closer, and the capture of Celebi was never mentioned again.
15 years later
Ash sighed as he walked through the forest, and ran a hand through his black, spikey hair. His brown eyes scanned the area, but it was pointless. He had no idea where he and his two friends were. Misty, an orange haired girl with eyes the color of the sea, who was around the age of Ash, walked up beside him.
"So, Ash, which way do we go now?" Misty said as she adjusted the strap of her backpack. She looked at Ash, who was wearing a look of confusion upon his face, and sighed. "Don't tell me, we're lost again aren't we?"
"We're not lost Misty." Ash told her.
"Okay, then would you be so kind as to tell me where we are?" Misty asked him.
"We're in a forest." He replied. Misty face-faulted to the ground.
"I can see that!" she yelled as she picked herself off the ground.
"Calm down Misty, I have the map." Brock, a tall, tan, squinty-eyed teen said from behind her. Brock was the eldest of the three, so he usually was the one to carry the map.
"Really? Then tell us where to go from here." Misty said hopefuly. The three had been traveling through the forest all day long, and Misty really didn't feel like camping out in a forest tonight. Especially one where bug pokemon were certain to claim it as their home.
"Lets see," Brock held the map in front of him. Ash and Misty watched as he traced his finger across the page and mumble to himself. He turned the map around, then he held it sideways. Finally he folded the map back up and placed it into his backpack.
"Well?" Ash and Misty asked as they watched their older friend put his backpack back on his back.
"It's clear to me now that we are..."
"YES?"
"Completly lost." Brock told the two, who had just face-faulted in front of him.
"Ya think?" Misty replied rudley. She turned around and sighed. "I really don't want to be in this forest tonight, I'm tired of camping out in forests." It was early evening and the sun was low in the sky, however the sun was not quite ready to turn it's duties over to the moon just yet.
"Don't worry Misty, we'll ask for directions." Ash said as he continued forward and the others reluctantly followed.
"From what, a tree?" Misty mumbled under her breath.
"What did ya say, Misty?" Ash asked her.
"Nothing, but I was wondering who are we going to ask in the middle of a forest?" Misty asked.
"The forest ranger, of course." Ash said as he ran to a building that was in the clearing ahead of them, and which Misty didn't see before. Misty chose not to say anything.
Ash ran to a small wooden cabin that had little square windows, and vines growing on some parts of the building. On the front of the building was a sign that declared this to be the rangers cabin. Ash walked up to the door and knocked loudly. The three could hear footsteps from inside and soon the door creaked open. A man in his mid-twenties with brown hair and blue eyes stood before the three, running a hand through his messy hair. In his hair were odd bits of twigs and leaves, as if he had gotten bits of the forest stuck in it.
"What can I help you three with?" the ranger asked.
"Well, sir..." Ash began untill the ranger interupted him.
"Please, call me Danny."
"Okay, Danny, me and my two friends are lost, and we were wondering if you could tell us how to get out of these woods." Ash told Danny.
"Well, first, tell me where you're headed."
"Fortree city."
"Okay, it's straight ahead. How about I help lead you through the forest, I've been around these woods all my life and I know this place like the back of my hand." Danny offered.
"That'd be great, Danny." Ash said. Danny came out and closed and locked the door behind him. Danny began forward and motioned for them to follow. So it was then that the four began their way through the forest.
Ash and friends had soon became well acquinted with Danny as they traveled through the forest. Danny had shared most of his journey with them and how he had never caught a pokemon of his own. When suddenly, the group heard an odd noise.
"Uh-oh, this is not good." Danny said as he looked at the tree tops.
"What is it?" Misty asked him, when the four heard cackling laughter above them. Then, a faint bittersweet tone floated down upon the group. Ash felt sleepy, untill he heard Danny shouting out "Don't listen to the tone, cover your ears!"
The group did as instructed, and soon the sound died down. "What was that?" Ash asked Danny.
"Grass whistle, an attack that puts people to sleep with an odd tone. Grass whistle is also a special technique of the Shiftry." Danny said in a serious tone.
Before Ash could inquire further, three brown colored pokemon leaped down from one of the trees. The pokemon had long, pointed noses and great silver colored hair covering their heads and flowing down their backs. The pokemon also had leaves for hands and balanced themselves on the longer midsection of their feet.
Ash brought out his pokedex to find out what these pokemon were. "Shiftry: the wicked pokemon. This pokemon lives in trees deep withen forests. If it feels threatened, it will use the leaves on it's hands as fans to blow gusts of wind at over 100 mph. This pokemon is also known to harm humans when it enters fits of rage."
Ash looked up at the three Shiftry, who's eyes were glowing red, and shivered invoulintarily shivered. "Those Shiftry look like their enraged right now." Ash said as he took a step back.
"Don't worry, the forest's gaurdian will protect us." Danny said as he grinned at Ash. Danny then pulled a small flute-like instroment out of his pocket and began to blow into it. The music was carried by the wind, and Ash saw the Shiftry look around themselves in an uneasy manner.
When Danny stoped playing, all that could be heard was the wind blowing. The Shiftry huddled closley together as the wind stopped abruptly.
"What's going on?" Ash asked Danny.
"You'll see." Danny turned as a small green fairy pokemon flew up beside of him and touched his check. Danny smiled as the pokemon began to fly around his head. "Guys, this is Celebi." Danny said, motioning towards the little pokemon.
"Celebi?" the group said in confusion.
"Yes, Celebi. This little pokemon has been my friend for a long time." Danny told the group, then he turned to Celebi and said "These Shiftry are causing trouble again."
Celebi nodded it's head and it began to glow a light blue color. The Shiftry also began to glow along with Celebi. Celebi began to hum and the Shiftry grew small and began to change shape. Then Celebi stopped huming and the glow that had surrounded it faded away, as it did with the other three pokemon. What had been Shiftry were now Seedot and the Seedot did not seem happy about being de-voulved.
"What happened? I've never seen a pokemon un-evolve before!" Misty exclaimed in surprise.
"Celebi controls time and Celebi can reverse time just for certain people, or in this case, pokemon. Celebi was able to reverse time to before those pokemon had evolved." Danny explained.
Then, the cry of another Shiftry was heard, this one was slightly bigger then the three that had prevously stood before the group. This one also had a leaf missing on it's right hand. The Shiftry stood upon a tree branch high above their heads as it sneered down at them.
"Dots, why did you send those Shiftry after us? I've told you before that my father forbade me from capturing you." Danny called up to the Shiftry upon the branch. (Author note: In case you ppl didn't know, this Danny is the boy from the begining of the fic, but I'm sure ya ppl already knew that.)
The Shiftry looked down at Danny and sneered, staring at him. Celebi looked up at the Shiftry and landed on the ground. Danny sighed as he and the pokemon stared at each other. "Dots." Danny said sadly.
"Try Shiftry." Shiftry aka Dots said. Celebi nodded it's head as it looked up at Danny.
"It always says the same thing when it sees me, but what does that mean?" Danny asked no one inparticular.
"Try Shiftry." Dots said one more time before it leaped through the trees, and soon was out of sight.
As it turns out, the forest was bigger then it looks and soon night had fallen. Danny had apoligized to the group about having them camp out in the forest. He brought out his Tent and began setting it up as Brock began to prepare dinner. Meanwhile, Ash and Misty were out gathering fire wood.
"I do NOT want to camp out in another stupid forest." Misty thought to herself as she and Ash searched the forest undergrowth for sticks and kindle for the fire.
"Misty, don't move." Ash said slowly.
"Why?" Misty asked confused.
"Don't look now, but there's a humongus Wurmple behind you, and a small Caterpie by your foot." Ash said quietly.
Misty jumped up and screamed, running behind Ash. "Ash, do something!" she yelled.
Instead of helping her, she heard him giggle. Soon his giggles turned into belly-shaking laughter as he fell to the ground and clutched his sides. "And just what is so funny?" Misty asked him angrely.
"You fell for it, there is no Wurmple or Caterpie." Ash laughed.
Just as Misty was about to give Ash the mallet-beating of his life, he stopped laughing and looked up at Misty, pointing to something behind her. "What now?" Misty asked with frustration.
"Beedrill!" Ash shouted as he scrambled to his feet and began to run.
"Like I'm gonna believe that." Misty said as she turned around and was met with a whole swarm of Beedrills with their stingers raised. Misty screamed and began to run after Ash, the Beedrill in hot pursuit.
"Pikachu, I need ya buddy." Ash said as he realised a Pikachu from it's pokeball. (It stays in there now) "Use Shockwave on those Beedrill!" he called. Pikachu jumped into the air and shocked the Beedrill into unconciosness. Pikachu landed on the ground and gave Ash the "V for victory" sign with it's right paw. "Thank you Pikachu."
"Pika pi, pikachu."
"Thanks Pikachu, but no thanks to you Ash." Misty grumped.
"Sorry, but I couldn't resist." Ash sighed.
"Well, let's finish collecting firewood so Brock can cook our dinner." Misty said as she began to gather some sticks.
"Yeah, dinner, how could I forget that." Ash said as his stomach rumbled.
"sigh Hopeless." Misty said quietly.
Ash and Misty had returned with the firewood and Brock got the fire started, then he put the food on the fire to cook.
"It should be ready in thirty minutes." Brock said as he stirred the contents of the stew pot.
"Thirty minutes!" Ash shouted as his stomach gurgled. "I can't wait that long."
"Find some way to pass the time." Brock said.
"Pikapika pikapi." Pikachu said while patting Ash on the shoulder.
"Yeah, maybe." Ash replied.
"PI kaaaa. Pikapi."
Ash nodded his head in reply. Danny had been watching the conversation between these two in intreast. He had never seen a trainer understand his own pokemon so well. "Hey Ash." Danny called.
"Yes?"
"How do you and Pikachu understand each other so well?" Danny asked in curiosity.
"Well, me and Pikachu have known each other for a long time. At first, I couldn't understand Pikachu at all, then as I got to know Pikachu and as our friendship grew, I could understand." Ash said as he and Pikachu smiled at each other.
"I wish I had gotten to know Dots better, maybe I would be able to understand what it's trying to tell me." Danny sighed as he looked at the flames of the campfire. A wonderful aroma was starting to make it's self known and Ash's stomach rumbled loudly.
"Well, Pokemon speech is not like words, like we speak, it's more like an emotion. Like a loud tone can mean anger or excitement, and a soft tone could mean eithar sadness or shyness. Just listen to the pokemon's speech with your heart and you'll understand." Ash said as he patted Pikachu's head.
"Makes sense, I'll have to listen with my heart the next time I see Dots." Danny thought aloud.
"Okay guys, stew is ready!" Brock shouted. Ash jumped into the air in glee as Brock began serving the stew to those gathered at the fire.
The next morning, the group woke up and after a quick breakfast, began to head out. The morning sun was shining through the tops of the trees, and Danny closed his eyes in contentment as the sun rays warmed his face.
"It shouldn't be much longer before we reach the end to these forests, about only two hours at the most." Danny replied as he looked back down at the trail.
"Alright! I'm sick of this forest, and maybe tonight I can sleep in a nice warm bed!" Misty exclaimed.
The four suddenly heard a familiar sound. "Cover your ears!" Danny yelled. Ash, Misty, and Brock quickly moved thier hands to their ears to drown out the whistleing noise. This time, instead of three Shiftry, the group found themselves surrounded by hundreds of the creatures.
"Dots has brought it's whole tribe this time." Danny said in a worried tone.
A lone Shiftry jumped down from the forest canopy and landed in front of the group. It looked at Danny and repeated "Try shiftry."
The other Shiftry could be heard shifting unpatienly from foot to foot. Dots turned it's head and called something to them. The Shiftry stopped their restless moving and backed slightly away from the group.
Dots looked into Danny's eyes intently. Dot's face was fierce looking, but Danny stared back without looking away. They stood that way for awhile untill Dots said once more "Try shiftry."
Danny heard the words echo through his mind. He closed his eyes and listened to them. "Try shiftry. Try shiftry. Try aftry. Try aftrn. Try agian."
Danny opened his eyes abruptly and shouted "Try again, you want me to try again!" Dots nodded it's head and called to the other Shiftry. They retreated into the depths of the forest.
"Try shiftry." Dots looked at Danny and threw something at his feet. Danny picked it up and recognized the item as an acorn.
"You want me to go back to when we first met, when you were a Seedot?" Danny asked. Shiftry nodded it's head. Danny smiled and brought the time flute out from his pack and blew it to summon Celebi.
"Guys, continue forward, make no turns what-so-ever and you shall reach Fortree." Danny told them. Ash nodded his head and soon he, Misty, and Brock disappeared from Danny's sight.
Celebi flew beside of Danny with a questioning look in it's eyes. "Celebi, I need you to transport me to the night before we met. I have something I need to do." Danny said, glancing over at Dots.
"Bi biiiiiiiiiiiii" Celebi shouted as it's eye's glowed. Danny laso flet his body glow, and soon all went dark for him.
"What rare pokemon did you catch?" his father asked. "Everyone in this family has started with a rare pokemon, I started with a rare Beldum." his father said as he glanced at the pokeball in Danny's hands.
"I started with a Dratini myself." his mom said as she walked over to the counter to chop some potatoes for the stew she was making. "And your older brother, Hunter, started with a Bagon."
"Let's see it." his father said as he leant back in his chair.
"First I have to tell you something." ten-year-old Danny told his father.
"What is it, son?" his father asked him.
"I know that you and Mom and Hunter all started with rare pokemon, but the one I caught isn't rare. I don't want a rare pokemon, I want my pokemon to be my friend, and the one I caught is my friend, even if it is common." Danny said, then he threw the pokeball that contained his Seedot, Dots.
"Seedot are common in this forest." his father said.
"I know, but this is the pokemon I want to start with, if it's okay with you two." Danny said hopefully.
"What do you think, dear?" Danny's father asked Danny's mother.
"If it's what he wants to start with, it's okay with me."
"Then that Seedot is now your pokemon." Danny's father said as he picked up his newspaper and continued reading the article in it titled, "Time travel, is it possible?"
"Sorry to disturb you, sir, but me and my friends are lost and we were wondering if you could help us." Ash asked the forest ranger.
"Please, call me Danny." Danny said as a Shiftry bounded next to him with a smile upon it's face. "This is my Shiftry, Dots."
"Were heading to Fortree, can you help us?" Ash asked.
"Sure, Ash, right this way." Danny said as he and Dots lead the way into the forest.
"Wait a minute, how'd you know my name was Ash?"
~
A young boy stood in the middle of a vast forest, his light brown hair was full of twigs and leaves, as he had been climbing some of the nearby trees. He loved living in the forest, and he had even built a tree house in one of the trees. He loved the forest almost as much as he loved pokemon.
Just then, he heard a rustle in a nearby bush. He ran over and scanned it with his bright blue eyes and found a small Seedot was caught in the branches of the bush. The young boy, whose name was Danny, walked over to the small acorn-shaped pokemon and spoke to it softly. "Hey there little fellow."
The Seedot looked up at him in surprise and began struggling harder to escape the bush, but was just getting more stuck in the branches. "Dot, dot!" it yelled, but Danny placed a hand on it's head and began to stroke it. The small pokemon settled down, and began to purr slightly. Danny smiled at the Seedot.
"Don't worry little guy, I'll get you out." Danny gentley tugged on the Seedot so he wouldn't hurt it. Soon he tugged the pokemon free and set the Seedot on the forest floor. "You're free now." Danny said as he turned to leave. He soon heard little footsteps behind his. He turned and saw the Seedot cautously walking up to him.
"Seedot?" the small brown pokemon questioned. Danny smiled down at the Seedot and knelt down to it's level of view.
"Do you want to come with me?" Danny asked the Seedot. Seedot nodded it's head vigorously and it walked up to Danny. Danny patted the small pokemon's head as he smiled. "I don't have any pokemon, but I do have a poke'ball with me. Do you mind if I nick-name you Dots?" Danny asked. The Seedot, now named Dots, shook it's head happily. Danny grabbed a pokeball and set it down next to Dots. Dots pushed the button on the ball and was sucked inside. The pokeball gave no wiggle of protest.
Danny then picked up the ball and threw it, Dots appeared beside of Danny. Danny smiled, glad to have found a new friend.
That night, Danny entered the cabin that he and his mom and dad lived in. He took his backpack off and set it down, then he removed his boots and set them next to his backpack. He knelt down and removed the pokeball, which contained Dots, from his pack. He couldn't wait to show his parents the pokemon that he had captured.
He walked into the kitchen where his father was reading the newspaper and his mother was making dinner. He held the poke'ball behind his back as he approached his father. "Hey dad, guess what I did today." Danny said excitedly.
"What is it, son?" Danny's dad looked up at him as he folded the newspaper and put on the table in front of him.
"You know how I don't have a pokemon of my own? And you know how you got me that pokeball for my Birthday?" Danny brought the pokeball out from behind his back.
"Oh Danny, you caught a pokemon?" his mom said, she turned from the stove to face him.
"What rare pokemon did you catch?" his father asked. "Everyone in this family has started with a rare pokemon, I started with a rare Beldum." his father said as he glanced at the pokeball in Danny's hands.
"I started with a Dratini myself." his mom said as she walked over to the counter to chop some potatoes for the stew she was making. "And your older brother, Hunter, started with a Bagon."
"Let's see it." his father said as he leant back in his chair.
"Well, it may not be rare, but this pokemon is my friend. Come out Dots!" Danny shouted as he threw the pokeball to the kitchen floor. The small Seedot appeared on the floor, and looked around the kitchen. "What do you think?" Danny asked as he picked up Dots.
"That's the pokemon you caught?" Danny's father looked up at him. "A Seedot?"
"Why, Seedot are so common here in the forest." his mom went over and deposited the potatoes into the pot.
"I will not have any son of mine start with such a common pokemon. I just won't hear of it." his father stood up from the chair.
"Now Hal," Danny's mom began.
"No, Trish, I will not have Danny start with this common pokemon. Danny, go back into the forest and release that thing this instant." his father yelled as he pointed at the door.
"But," Danny tried to say.
"No buts." his father said. Danny looked up at his mom.
"Do as your father says." she sighed.
Danny felt his anger rise as he stomped outside, slamming the door behind him. He walked out into the forest and found the bush where he and Dots had first met. He took out the pokeball and set Dots down. "Dots, my friend, I can't keep you anymore. Please understand me." Danny's voice cracked as he felt tears come to his eyes. He took one last look at the small pokemon and couldn't stand to be there. He ran into the woods as the small Seedot watched him leave.
"Dot?" Seedot looked out into the woods. It was now alone and Seedot felt tears come to it's eyes. Seedot had heard from elders of it's species that humans weren't to be trusted, but it had put that aside when it had met the young boy who had helped it. Seedot closed it's eyes and cried out in sorrow. Never again would it make that same mistake, it would never trust humans again.
That night, Danny ran to his tree house and cried himself to sleep. He was awoken the next morning by a most peculiar sound. He looked out the window of the tree house and saw that the trees were glowing an odd color as well. He climbed down from the treehouse and looked around. Many pokemon were scurrying away through the forest. Danny walked in the direction from which the pokemon were scurrying from. The sound grew louder and the trees glowed brighter as he walked on.
He came to an odd relic in the forest, from which the sound and glowing were originating from. He saw a small circular light ring appear as a small green creature emerged from it. Danny stared in amazement as the pokemon held out it's arms and the glowing and noise came to an end. The pokemon opened it's big blue eyes and landed on the relic, tired.
Danny dared himself to approach the creature as it rested on the stone relic. The small creature was green in color and resembled a fairy. It had blue-tipped antenaes on it's head and small wings on it's back. Danny came to it, and when the reature saw Danny, it shreiked "Cel bii!"
"Pokemon, I won't hurt you." Danny said as the creature eyed him warily. It flew off of the tall stone relic and flew over to Danny.
"Celibi." it said plainly. It flew around him a few times, as if investigating him, then came to a stop and hovered a few inches from him.
"Celibi, that's what you said. Are you the forest gaurdian, THE Celebi?" Danny asked the creature in excitement. Celebi shook it's head in response. "Wow, Celebi, I've heard stories about you, but I never believed that a real Celebi lived in this forest."
Celebi cocked it's head to the side as it looked at Danny. Something about him made Celebi stay, when it would have usually flown away. It couldn't understand some human, but certain words jumped out, including one that the boy had just spoken. "I'm sure my parents would let me capture a Celebi."
"Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Celebi shouted, prepairing to fly away.
"Don't worry, I won't capture you. I was just thinking aloud because my parents wouldn't let me keep a Seedot." Danny became sad as he remembered his little pokemon. Celebi flew over to Danny and put a hand on his shoulder. Danny smiled, and the two became fast friends. In the years that followed, Celebi and Danny grew closer, and the capture of Celebi was never mentioned again.
15 years later
Ash sighed as he walked through the forest, and ran a hand through his black, spikey hair. His brown eyes scanned the area, but it was pointless. He had no idea where he and his two friends were. Misty, an orange haired girl with eyes the color of the sea, who was around the age of Ash, walked up beside him.
"So, Ash, which way do we go now?" Misty said as she adjusted the strap of her backpack. She looked at Ash, who was wearing a look of confusion upon his face, and sighed. "Don't tell me, we're lost again aren't we?"
"We're not lost Misty." Ash told her.
"Okay, then would you be so kind as to tell me where we are?" Misty asked him.
"We're in a forest." He replied. Misty face-faulted to the ground.
"I can see that!" she yelled as she picked herself off the ground.
"Calm down Misty, I have the map." Brock, a tall, tan, squinty-eyed teen said from behind her. Brock was the eldest of the three, so he usually was the one to carry the map.
"Really? Then tell us where to go from here." Misty said hopefuly. The three had been traveling through the forest all day long, and Misty really didn't feel like camping out in a forest tonight. Especially one where bug pokemon were certain to claim it as their home.
"Lets see," Brock held the map in front of him. Ash and Misty watched as he traced his finger across the page and mumble to himself. He turned the map around, then he held it sideways. Finally he folded the map back up and placed it into his backpack.
"Well?" Ash and Misty asked as they watched their older friend put his backpack back on his back.
"It's clear to me now that we are..."
"YES?"
"Completly lost." Brock told the two, who had just face-faulted in front of him.
"Ya think?" Misty replied rudley. She turned around and sighed. "I really don't want to be in this forest tonight, I'm tired of camping out in forests." It was early evening and the sun was low in the sky, however the sun was not quite ready to turn it's duties over to the moon just yet.
"Don't worry Misty, we'll ask for directions." Ash said as he continued forward and the others reluctantly followed.
"From what, a tree?" Misty mumbled under her breath.
"What did ya say, Misty?" Ash asked her.
"Nothing, but I was wondering who are we going to ask in the middle of a forest?" Misty asked.
"The forest ranger, of course." Ash said as he ran to a building that was in the clearing ahead of them, and which Misty didn't see before. Misty chose not to say anything.
Ash ran to a small wooden cabin that had little square windows, and vines growing on some parts of the building. On the front of the building was a sign that declared this to be the rangers cabin. Ash walked up to the door and knocked loudly. The three could hear footsteps from inside and soon the door creaked open. A man in his mid-twenties with brown hair and blue eyes stood before the three, running a hand through his messy hair. In his hair were odd bits of twigs and leaves, as if he had gotten bits of the forest stuck in it.
"What can I help you three with?" the ranger asked.
"Well, sir..." Ash began untill the ranger interupted him.
"Please, call me Danny."
"Okay, Danny, me and my two friends are lost, and we were wondering if you could tell us how to get out of these woods." Ash told Danny.
"Well, first, tell me where you're headed."
"Fortree city."
"Okay, it's straight ahead. How about I help lead you through the forest, I've been around these woods all my life and I know this place like the back of my hand." Danny offered.
"That'd be great, Danny." Ash said. Danny came out and closed and locked the door behind him. Danny began forward and motioned for them to follow. So it was then that the four began their way through the forest.
Ash and friends had soon became well acquinted with Danny as they traveled through the forest. Danny had shared most of his journey with them and how he had never caught a pokemon of his own. When suddenly, the group heard an odd noise.
"Uh-oh, this is not good." Danny said as he looked at the tree tops.
"What is it?" Misty asked him, when the four heard cackling laughter above them. Then, a faint bittersweet tone floated down upon the group. Ash felt sleepy, untill he heard Danny shouting out "Don't listen to the tone, cover your ears!"
The group did as instructed, and soon the sound died down. "What was that?" Ash asked Danny.
"Grass whistle, an attack that puts people to sleep with an odd tone. Grass whistle is also a special technique of the Shiftry." Danny said in a serious tone.
Before Ash could inquire further, three brown colored pokemon leaped down from one of the trees. The pokemon had long, pointed noses and great silver colored hair covering their heads and flowing down their backs. The pokemon also had leaves for hands and balanced themselves on the longer midsection of their feet.
Ash brought out his pokedex to find out what these pokemon were. "Shiftry: the wicked pokemon. This pokemon lives in trees deep withen forests. If it feels threatened, it will use the leaves on it's hands as fans to blow gusts of wind at over 100 mph. This pokemon is also known to harm humans when it enters fits of rage."
Ash looked up at the three Shiftry, who's eyes were glowing red, and shivered invoulintarily shivered. "Those Shiftry look like their enraged right now." Ash said as he took a step back.
"Don't worry, the forest's gaurdian will protect us." Danny said as he grinned at Ash. Danny then pulled a small flute-like instroment out of his pocket and began to blow into it. The music was carried by the wind, and Ash saw the Shiftry look around themselves in an uneasy manner.
When Danny stoped playing, all that could be heard was the wind blowing. The Shiftry huddled closley together as the wind stopped abruptly.
"What's going on?" Ash asked Danny.
"You'll see." Danny turned as a small green fairy pokemon flew up beside of him and touched his check. Danny smiled as the pokemon began to fly around his head. "Guys, this is Celebi." Danny said, motioning towards the little pokemon.
"Celebi?" the group said in confusion.
"Yes, Celebi. This little pokemon has been my friend for a long time." Danny told the group, then he turned to Celebi and said "These Shiftry are causing trouble again."
Celebi nodded it's head and it began to glow a light blue color. The Shiftry also began to glow along with Celebi. Celebi began to hum and the Shiftry grew small and began to change shape. Then Celebi stopped huming and the glow that had surrounded it faded away, as it did with the other three pokemon. What had been Shiftry were now Seedot and the Seedot did not seem happy about being de-voulved.
"What happened? I've never seen a pokemon un-evolve before!" Misty exclaimed in surprise.
"Celebi controls time and Celebi can reverse time just for certain people, or in this case, pokemon. Celebi was able to reverse time to before those pokemon had evolved." Danny explained.
Then, the cry of another Shiftry was heard, this one was slightly bigger then the three that had prevously stood before the group. This one also had a leaf missing on it's right hand. The Shiftry stood upon a tree branch high above their heads as it sneered down at them.
"Dots, why did you send those Shiftry after us? I've told you before that my father forbade me from capturing you." Danny called up to the Shiftry upon the branch. (Author note: In case you ppl didn't know, this Danny is the boy from the begining of the fic, but I'm sure ya ppl already knew that.)
The Shiftry looked down at Danny and sneered, staring at him. Celebi looked up at the Shiftry and landed on the ground. Danny sighed as he and the pokemon stared at each other. "Dots." Danny said sadly.
"Try Shiftry." Shiftry aka Dots said. Celebi nodded it's head as it looked up at Danny.
"It always says the same thing when it sees me, but what does that mean?" Danny asked no one inparticular.
"Try Shiftry." Dots said one more time before it leaped through the trees, and soon was out of sight.
As it turns out, the forest was bigger then it looks and soon night had fallen. Danny had apoligized to the group about having them camp out in the forest. He brought out his Tent and began setting it up as Brock began to prepare dinner. Meanwhile, Ash and Misty were out gathering fire wood.
"I do NOT want to camp out in another stupid forest." Misty thought to herself as she and Ash searched the forest undergrowth for sticks and kindle for the fire.
"Misty, don't move." Ash said slowly.
"Why?" Misty asked confused.
"Don't look now, but there's a humongus Wurmple behind you, and a small Caterpie by your foot." Ash said quietly.
Misty jumped up and screamed, running behind Ash. "Ash, do something!" she yelled.
Instead of helping her, she heard him giggle. Soon his giggles turned into belly-shaking laughter as he fell to the ground and clutched his sides. "And just what is so funny?" Misty asked him angrely.
"You fell for it, there is no Wurmple or Caterpie." Ash laughed.
Just as Misty was about to give Ash the mallet-beating of his life, he stopped laughing and looked up at Misty, pointing to something behind her. "What now?" Misty asked with frustration.
"Beedrill!" Ash shouted as he scrambled to his feet and began to run.
"Like I'm gonna believe that." Misty said as she turned around and was met with a whole swarm of Beedrills with their stingers raised. Misty screamed and began to run after Ash, the Beedrill in hot pursuit.
"Pikachu, I need ya buddy." Ash said as he realised a Pikachu from it's pokeball. (It stays in there now) "Use Shockwave on those Beedrill!" he called. Pikachu jumped into the air and shocked the Beedrill into unconciosness. Pikachu landed on the ground and gave Ash the "V for victory" sign with it's right paw. "Thank you Pikachu."
"Pika pi, pikachu."
"Thanks Pikachu, but no thanks to you Ash." Misty grumped.
"Sorry, but I couldn't resist." Ash sighed.
"Well, let's finish collecting firewood so Brock can cook our dinner." Misty said as she began to gather some sticks.
"Yeah, dinner, how could I forget that." Ash said as his stomach rumbled.
"sigh Hopeless." Misty said quietly.
Ash and Misty had returned with the firewood and Brock got the fire started, then he put the food on the fire to cook.
"It should be ready in thirty minutes." Brock said as he stirred the contents of the stew pot.
"Thirty minutes!" Ash shouted as his stomach gurgled. "I can't wait that long."
"Find some way to pass the time." Brock said.
"Pikapika pikapi." Pikachu said while patting Ash on the shoulder.
"Yeah, maybe." Ash replied.
"PI kaaaa. Pikapi."
Ash nodded his head in reply. Danny had been watching the conversation between these two in intreast. He had never seen a trainer understand his own pokemon so well. "Hey Ash." Danny called.
"Yes?"
"How do you and Pikachu understand each other so well?" Danny asked in curiosity.
"Well, me and Pikachu have known each other for a long time. At first, I couldn't understand Pikachu at all, then as I got to know Pikachu and as our friendship grew, I could understand." Ash said as he and Pikachu smiled at each other.
"I wish I had gotten to know Dots better, maybe I would be able to understand what it's trying to tell me." Danny sighed as he looked at the flames of the campfire. A wonderful aroma was starting to make it's self known and Ash's stomach rumbled loudly.
"Well, Pokemon speech is not like words, like we speak, it's more like an emotion. Like a loud tone can mean anger or excitement, and a soft tone could mean eithar sadness or shyness. Just listen to the pokemon's speech with your heart and you'll understand." Ash said as he patted Pikachu's head.
"Makes sense, I'll have to listen with my heart the next time I see Dots." Danny thought aloud.
"Okay guys, stew is ready!" Brock shouted. Ash jumped into the air in glee as Brock began serving the stew to those gathered at the fire.
The next morning, the group woke up and after a quick breakfast, began to head out. The morning sun was shining through the tops of the trees, and Danny closed his eyes in contentment as the sun rays warmed his face.
"It shouldn't be much longer before we reach the end to these forests, about only two hours at the most." Danny replied as he looked back down at the trail.
"Alright! I'm sick of this forest, and maybe tonight I can sleep in a nice warm bed!" Misty exclaimed.
The four suddenly heard a familiar sound. "Cover your ears!" Danny yelled. Ash, Misty, and Brock quickly moved thier hands to their ears to drown out the whistleing noise. This time, instead of three Shiftry, the group found themselves surrounded by hundreds of the creatures.
"Dots has brought it's whole tribe this time." Danny said in a worried tone.
A lone Shiftry jumped down from the forest canopy and landed in front of the group. It looked at Danny and repeated "Try shiftry."
The other Shiftry could be heard shifting unpatienly from foot to foot. Dots turned it's head and called something to them. The Shiftry stopped their restless moving and backed slightly away from the group.
Dots looked into Danny's eyes intently. Dot's face was fierce looking, but Danny stared back without looking away. They stood that way for awhile untill Dots said once more "Try shiftry."
Danny heard the words echo through his mind. He closed his eyes and listened to them. "Try shiftry. Try shiftry. Try aftry. Try aftrn. Try agian."
Danny opened his eyes abruptly and shouted "Try again, you want me to try again!" Dots nodded it's head and called to the other Shiftry. They retreated into the depths of the forest.
"Try shiftry." Dots looked at Danny and threw something at his feet. Danny picked it up and recognized the item as an acorn.
"You want me to go back to when we first met, when you were a Seedot?" Danny asked. Shiftry nodded it's head. Danny smiled and brought the time flute out from his pack and blew it to summon Celebi.
"Guys, continue forward, make no turns what-so-ever and you shall reach Fortree." Danny told them. Ash nodded his head and soon he, Misty, and Brock disappeared from Danny's sight.
Celebi flew beside of Danny with a questioning look in it's eyes. "Celebi, I need you to transport me to the night before we met. I have something I need to do." Danny said, glancing over at Dots.
"Bi biiiiiiiiiiiii" Celebi shouted as it's eye's glowed. Danny laso flet his body glow, and soon all went dark for him.
"What rare pokemon did you catch?" his father asked. "Everyone in this family has started with a rare pokemon, I started with a rare Beldum." his father said as he glanced at the pokeball in Danny's hands.
"I started with a Dratini myself." his mom said as she walked over to the counter to chop some potatoes for the stew she was making. "And your older brother, Hunter, started with a Bagon."
"Let's see it." his father said as he leant back in his chair.
"First I have to tell you something." ten-year-old Danny told his father.
"What is it, son?" his father asked him.
"I know that you and Mom and Hunter all started with rare pokemon, but the one I caught isn't rare. I don't want a rare pokemon, I want my pokemon to be my friend, and the one I caught is my friend, even if it is common." Danny said, then he threw the pokeball that contained his Seedot, Dots.
"Seedot are common in this forest." his father said.
"I know, but this is the pokemon I want to start with, if it's okay with you two." Danny said hopefully.
"What do you think, dear?" Danny's father asked Danny's mother.
"If it's what he wants to start with, it's okay with me."
"Then that Seedot is now your pokemon." Danny's father said as he picked up his newspaper and continued reading the article in it titled, "Time travel, is it possible?"
"Sorry to disturb you, sir, but me and my friends are lost and we were wondering if you could help us." Ash asked the forest ranger.
"Please, call me Danny." Danny said as a Shiftry bounded next to him with a smile upon it's face. "This is my Shiftry, Dots."
"Were heading to Fortree, can you help us?" Ash asked.
"Sure, Ash, right this way." Danny said as he and Dots lead the way into the forest.
"Wait a minute, how'd you know my name was Ash?"
Sunday, May 29, 2005
The Castle Window 5/29/2005
I wrote this AGES ago. I think I meant for it to end up being a romance between Mewtwo and Gardevoir and then he gave her the strength to stand up to her owner or something. Ah well. I'll leave this here.
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Raindrops began slowly at first, but began to come down faster. Lightening flashed a fair distance away so that it took a few seconds for the rumbling of thunder to be heard. Gwen sighed, she hated it when it rained, especially living in an old, Celtic castle. It was always so damp and cold on the interior. Gwen sat down and sighed as she moved away from the open window and sat down on her bed.
Gwen guessed that she should have felt lucky, not many pokemon had a room of their own. Gwen put a green arm to her white temples and began to massage them. It had been another long, boring day. She was a Gardevoir that had never been in a battle. She had just stayed in her room for as long as she could remember. Food was brought to her room and she was never allowed to leave as the door leading in to her room was always locked.
Gwen wasn't sure why the door was always locked, but she never questioned, she just figured it was the way things were meant to be. Gwen would have probably been able to open the door if she knew how to use her psychic powers. Then again, the only reason she knew that she even had powers was from one of the many books that were her only companions. How she was to use them she knew not.
Also according to these books, Gwen had once been a Ralts, and then had evolved into a Kirlia before reaching this form, but how and if this had occured was not known to her. All Gardevoir could ever remember was always being the way she was now and always being in this room. There was a picture on the wall across from her bed of a man that she assumed was her master. Come to think of it, she had never once seen her master.
Gwen sighed, by the look of the sky night would soon approach. Gwen walked over to her bed and pulled back the blankets so she could climb in underneath them. She grabbed a flower-shaped pillow and hugged it close to her. Her dreams were the only escape she had from this room, but if anyone knew she didn't like it here she wasn't so sure that would be taken well. One time, and the only time, she had questioned, she was told that she was her for safety, the world was dangerous, but she could not see how.
She then thought of how in one of the books it said that there were other creatures like her in the world beyond her room. She had only seen one other kind, a type of crow fly past her window. It said that there were close to 400 species, but so far she had only seen one other. Perhaps it was a fiction book, Gwen was quite familiar with the false stories contained in fiction. Then again if the book was true, then most species could only make noises or say their names. If this were true and Gwen ever managed to get outside, she wouldn't be able to understand them and they wouldn't be able to understand her since Gwen spoke the language of her masters.
The creatures mentioned were called pokemon. As far as she knew, she was more of a human then she could ever be a pokemon. And perhaps, she wasn't a pokemon even though she looked like one. Perhaps these questions would be answered in her dreams.
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Gwen woke up to a song from a bird of some sort, maybe it was even a pokemon. That was one of the things Gwen enjoyed more then any other, music. She had no music in her, but she made a crude flute out of a log that had been brought in for her fire because of the dampness of the castle, catching a chill was easy. Gwen always wondered if it was all pokemon that caught colds, or just her. She could play her flute some, but she mainly only played it at night when no one could hear, or during festivals.
Gwen always loved festival times because the music below would drift up to her window and pervade the air in her room. Gwen could see that the cherry blossum trees were starting to bloom which meant that the cherry blossum festival couldn't be too far behind. Gwen always loved that particular festival since the spring breeze would drift up lazily to her room and filled it with the scents of cherry blossums and with the gentle warmth of spring. The festival music was always the best during the cherry blossum festival. A new song was introduced every year at this particular festival and Gwen couldn't wait to hear this years.
Judging from the growth of the blossums, the festival was only a day or two away, but that would take an eternity to pass. Gwen had read all the books in her bookshelf dozens of times each and could recite them all from memory so she really had no need to open them anymore. There were hardly any pictures and the ones that were in the books she could recall from memory. Gwen sometimes wished her master would buy her more books, but she knew that was impossible.
Gwen got up and paced the room that had been her home, her prison, since before she could remember. She knew every misplaced stitch in the only lavender rug in her room. She knew every wrinkle in her lavender and olive green striped bed spread. She knew every crack in the gray stone bricks that made up the walls of her room. She knew the location of every speck of dust. She knew the pattern of the wood that made up her vanity, book case, and bed. She knew the cold stone under her foot, every misplaced speck, every crack, every spot worn from her pacing.
This room was her world, she had no place in the outside world, this she knew. She had never had contact with another being, human or pokemon, except the person who brought her meals to her thrice a day. "Maybe," Gwen pondered, "there is no world beyond this castle. Perhaps the world isn't as big as I think. Perhaps nothing exsists past where I can see from my window." Gwen signed and sat on her bed. There was no clock in her room so she used the sun and the calls of differant birds to tell the time.
It was only noon, but Gwen felt like years had passed by. There was nothing she could do about her conditions, to think that there was anyplace beyond her room, her castle, was fools play. With one final sigh she sunk into the only place that she could be free, her dreams, once again.
~~~
It had been an entire year since he had witnessed the destruction of Giovanni. HE was now truely free, but he had no where to go. Mewtwo was a creation, not a real flesh and blood pokemon. For one he spoke human, but even beyond that, he had powers that surpassed other pokemon. They feared him and he did not blame them.
Everyday he searched to find a place to call home to no avail. There was no home for him, no place to call his own. Flying on he discovered a small alcove of cherry blossum trees. Mewtwo was ehausted from levitating across the plains three days on end with no rest. He landed and found a small stream nearby. Cupping his hands together he brought water to his mouth until his thrist was fulfilled.
Hungry, he looked for some kind of nourishment, luckily there were cherry trees mixed with the cherry blossum trees. Mewtwo ate his fill of these and settled down on the cool grass for a long sleep.
~
Raindrops began slowly at first, but began to come down faster. Lightening flashed a fair distance away so that it took a few seconds for the rumbling of thunder to be heard. Gwen sighed, she hated it when it rained, especially living in an old, Celtic castle. It was always so damp and cold on the interior. Gwen sat down and sighed as she moved away from the open window and sat down on her bed.
Gwen guessed that she should have felt lucky, not many pokemon had a room of their own. Gwen put a green arm to her white temples and began to massage them. It had been another long, boring day. She was a Gardevoir that had never been in a battle. She had just stayed in her room for as long as she could remember. Food was brought to her room and she was never allowed to leave as the door leading in to her room was always locked.
Gwen wasn't sure why the door was always locked, but she never questioned, she just figured it was the way things were meant to be. Gwen would have probably been able to open the door if she knew how to use her psychic powers. Then again, the only reason she knew that she even had powers was from one of the many books that were her only companions. How she was to use them she knew not.
Also according to these books, Gwen had once been a Ralts, and then had evolved into a Kirlia before reaching this form, but how and if this had occured was not known to her. All Gardevoir could ever remember was always being the way she was now and always being in this room. There was a picture on the wall across from her bed of a man that she assumed was her master. Come to think of it, she had never once seen her master.
Gwen sighed, by the look of the sky night would soon approach. Gwen walked over to her bed and pulled back the blankets so she could climb in underneath them. She grabbed a flower-shaped pillow and hugged it close to her. Her dreams were the only escape she had from this room, but if anyone knew she didn't like it here she wasn't so sure that would be taken well. One time, and the only time, she had questioned, she was told that she was her for safety, the world was dangerous, but she could not see how.
She then thought of how in one of the books it said that there were other creatures like her in the world beyond her room. She had only seen one other kind, a type of crow fly past her window. It said that there were close to 400 species, but so far she had only seen one other. Perhaps it was a fiction book, Gwen was quite familiar with the false stories contained in fiction. Then again if the book was true, then most species could only make noises or say their names. If this were true and Gwen ever managed to get outside, she wouldn't be able to understand them and they wouldn't be able to understand her since Gwen spoke the language of her masters.
The creatures mentioned were called pokemon. As far as she knew, she was more of a human then she could ever be a pokemon. And perhaps, she wasn't a pokemon even though she looked like one. Perhaps these questions would be answered in her dreams.
~~~
Gwen woke up to a song from a bird of some sort, maybe it was even a pokemon. That was one of the things Gwen enjoyed more then any other, music. She had no music in her, but she made a crude flute out of a log that had been brought in for her fire because of the dampness of the castle, catching a chill was easy. Gwen always wondered if it was all pokemon that caught colds, or just her. She could play her flute some, but she mainly only played it at night when no one could hear, or during festivals.
Gwen always loved festival times because the music below would drift up to her window and pervade the air in her room. Gwen could see that the cherry blossum trees were starting to bloom which meant that the cherry blossum festival couldn't be too far behind. Gwen always loved that particular festival since the spring breeze would drift up lazily to her room and filled it with the scents of cherry blossums and with the gentle warmth of spring. The festival music was always the best during the cherry blossum festival. A new song was introduced every year at this particular festival and Gwen couldn't wait to hear this years.
Judging from the growth of the blossums, the festival was only a day or two away, but that would take an eternity to pass. Gwen had read all the books in her bookshelf dozens of times each and could recite them all from memory so she really had no need to open them anymore. There were hardly any pictures and the ones that were in the books she could recall from memory. Gwen sometimes wished her master would buy her more books, but she knew that was impossible.
Gwen got up and paced the room that had been her home, her prison, since before she could remember. She knew every misplaced stitch in the only lavender rug in her room. She knew every wrinkle in her lavender and olive green striped bed spread. She knew every crack in the gray stone bricks that made up the walls of her room. She knew the location of every speck of dust. She knew the pattern of the wood that made up her vanity, book case, and bed. She knew the cold stone under her foot, every misplaced speck, every crack, every spot worn from her pacing.
This room was her world, she had no place in the outside world, this she knew. She had never had contact with another being, human or pokemon, except the person who brought her meals to her thrice a day. "Maybe," Gwen pondered, "there is no world beyond this castle. Perhaps the world isn't as big as I think. Perhaps nothing exsists past where I can see from my window." Gwen signed and sat on her bed. There was no clock in her room so she used the sun and the calls of differant birds to tell the time.
It was only noon, but Gwen felt like years had passed by. There was nothing she could do about her conditions, to think that there was anyplace beyond her room, her castle, was fools play. With one final sigh she sunk into the only place that she could be free, her dreams, once again.
~~~
It had been an entire year since he had witnessed the destruction of Giovanni. HE was now truely free, but he had no where to go. Mewtwo was a creation, not a real flesh and blood pokemon. For one he spoke human, but even beyond that, he had powers that surpassed other pokemon. They feared him and he did not blame them.
Everyday he searched to find a place to call home to no avail. There was no home for him, no place to call his own. Flying on he discovered a small alcove of cherry blossum trees. Mewtwo was ehausted from levitating across the plains three days on end with no rest. He landed and found a small stream nearby. Cupping his hands together he brought water to his mouth until his thrist was fulfilled.
Hungry, he looked for some kind of nourishment, luckily there were cherry trees mixed with the cherry blossum trees. Mewtwo ate his fill of these and settled down on the cool grass for a long sleep.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Tracey: 4-29-05
I don't know what I was trying to accomplish with this. I know one of my favorite things is to give characters backstory. I suppose that's what I was attempting with this. I don't care for this writing, based around Tracey from Pokemon, but it is something I cared enough about when I wrote to put it on a website.
~~
No one liked him, he was an outkast and no one in his grade wanted to play with him. Tracey sat in a corner, silently staring into space, tears trickling down his face.
"Keep your chin up dear." his older sister said, walking over to him. Tracey tried to quickly wipe away the tears so she wouldn't see.
"I don't understand, why am I differant?" Tracey looked up at her, sorrow in his eyes. "I wish mom and dad were still alive, then maybe I could fit in."
"Well," his siter began, "why would you want to? Being differant is what makes you special. Here, I got you something." she pulled out a package wrapped in brown paper.
Tracey eagerly ripped it open and discovered a special sketch book with a Marill embossed on the cover as well as a pack of pencils with differant types of bug pokemon on them. "Oh, thank you so much sis!" he hugged her tightly.
"Anytime," she smiled. "Now stand up, I want to take a picture of you to remember your happiness forever." she pulled out a disposable camera and took a picture of a blushing Tracey.
Two years later, she died.
Tracey just stood at the side of the coffin, emotionless. First his parents, and then his sister. Everyone he was close to had died. He was alone now and he couldn't bear it. He didn't care that the funeral was still in progress, he ran outside, his tie blowing over his shoulder and the wind blowing through his growing black hair.
He was still wearing his pink headband, his sister had given that to him when he had longer hair and it kept getting in his face. Tracey ran all the way to the lab at the center of Manderin Island. Inside he was greeted by Proffesor Ivy. "Hello Tracey, isn't your sister's funeral today?" she asked him.
"Yeah, but I can't stand everyone crying and everything, I'm sick of all of them." Tracey sat down on a bench, after knocking off the assorted socks and other misplaced items.
"Have some hot choclate, I just made some. It's unusually cold today." Professor Ivy poured him a cup and Tracey accepted it, taking a timid sip. Professor Ivy downed her first cup and got another. "Anything I can do for you today?"
"Well, I just turned ten, and I know that's the age you can get your first pokemon, I was wondering if I could get a pokemon today, you know, maybe it may help keep me company." Tracey sighed.
"Well, we don't have any starter pokemon in, but I'm sure we can find something for you. What would you like?" Professor Ivy set her cup down and put the pot of hot choclate back on the stove.
"Well, my sister was fond of bug pokemon, and I guess I've become so too. Maybe a Venonat." Tracey remembered that there was a Venonat on the pencils his sister had given him two years earlier.
"Luckily I know we have one. It's a foriegner, so it's colors are non-tropical. Someone abandened it who was visting from Kanto. I've been in a tizzy trying to figure out what to do with it." Prfessor Ivy adjusted her lab coat.
"That'd be so perfect, a Venonat of my own." Tracey smiled, but then quickly frowned as he remembered the reasoning for his wanting a pokemon.
Prfessor Ivy told him to wait while she went in the back. About fifteen minutes later, she came back with a pokeball. "There you go, inside is the Venonat. Poor creature, it will do him good to get off of the island. Are you going to go for badges now?" she asked him.
"No, I want to draw pokemon. Maybe Venonat can help me."
~~
No one liked him, he was an outkast and no one in his grade wanted to play with him. Tracey sat in a corner, silently staring into space, tears trickling down his face.
"Keep your chin up dear." his older sister said, walking over to him. Tracey tried to quickly wipe away the tears so she wouldn't see.
"I don't understand, why am I differant?" Tracey looked up at her, sorrow in his eyes. "I wish mom and dad were still alive, then maybe I could fit in."
"Well," his siter began, "why would you want to? Being differant is what makes you special. Here, I got you something." she pulled out a package wrapped in brown paper.
Tracey eagerly ripped it open and discovered a special sketch book with a Marill embossed on the cover as well as a pack of pencils with differant types of bug pokemon on them. "Oh, thank you so much sis!" he hugged her tightly.
"Anytime," she smiled. "Now stand up, I want to take a picture of you to remember your happiness forever." she pulled out a disposable camera and took a picture of a blushing Tracey.
Two years later, she died.
Tracey just stood at the side of the coffin, emotionless. First his parents, and then his sister. Everyone he was close to had died. He was alone now and he couldn't bear it. He didn't care that the funeral was still in progress, he ran outside, his tie blowing over his shoulder and the wind blowing through his growing black hair.
He was still wearing his pink headband, his sister had given that to him when he had longer hair and it kept getting in his face. Tracey ran all the way to the lab at the center of Manderin Island. Inside he was greeted by Proffesor Ivy. "Hello Tracey, isn't your sister's funeral today?" she asked him.
"Yeah, but I can't stand everyone crying and everything, I'm sick of all of them." Tracey sat down on a bench, after knocking off the assorted socks and other misplaced items.
"Have some hot choclate, I just made some. It's unusually cold today." Professor Ivy poured him a cup and Tracey accepted it, taking a timid sip. Professor Ivy downed her first cup and got another. "Anything I can do for you today?"
"Well, I just turned ten, and I know that's the age you can get your first pokemon, I was wondering if I could get a pokemon today, you know, maybe it may help keep me company." Tracey sighed.
"Well, we don't have any starter pokemon in, but I'm sure we can find something for you. What would you like?" Professor Ivy set her cup down and put the pot of hot choclate back on the stove.
"Well, my sister was fond of bug pokemon, and I guess I've become so too. Maybe a Venonat." Tracey remembered that there was a Venonat on the pencils his sister had given him two years earlier.
"Luckily I know we have one. It's a foriegner, so it's colors are non-tropical. Someone abandened it who was visting from Kanto. I've been in a tizzy trying to figure out what to do with it." Prfessor Ivy adjusted her lab coat.
"That'd be so perfect, a Venonat of my own." Tracey smiled, but then quickly frowned as he remembered the reasoning for his wanting a pokemon.
Prfessor Ivy told him to wait while she went in the back. About fifteen minutes later, she came back with a pokeball. "There you go, inside is the Venonat. Poor creature, it will do him good to get off of the island. Are you going to go for badges now?" she asked him.
"No, I want to draw pokemon. Maybe Venonat can help me."
Friday, February 11, 2005
Praise Poem 2/11/05
I got invited to attend a workshop given by an author when I was still in high school. She had us write praise poems there. This was mine.
~
I am who I am, for non-other has ever been like me
From rising sun to crashing sea, who is this me?
I keep to myself, hide in my tortoise shell
Though when I'm around others the words do fly
Sometimes my words can annoy, like a common house fly.
I come from many places, so many that all the names blend
One place I do remember is my home state Florida.
And let me tell you, as much as I hate the color
And love the fruit, I am just like that Florida orange.
Red is my hidden anger and secrets
Yellow are my social tendencies
Blended to form a shell outside and a sweet, sweet inside.
Many don't know the true me, but who am I?
I fly like a swallo, but hide quickly in that old oak tree.
Let me tell you, I'm no walk on that diamond beach.
I am the day on which the maethyst shines,
I am the full moon in the night sky.
I am the rainbow, varying and refracted,
but when you reach the barebones
I am only a pearl embossed dove looking for a perch of sweet, soft love.
~
I am who I am, for non-other has ever been like me
From rising sun to crashing sea, who is this me?
I keep to myself, hide in my tortoise shell
Though when I'm around others the words do fly
Sometimes my words can annoy, like a common house fly.
I come from many places, so many that all the names blend
One place I do remember is my home state Florida.
And let me tell you, as much as I hate the color
And love the fruit, I am just like that Florida orange.
Red is my hidden anger and secrets
Yellow are my social tendencies
Blended to form a shell outside and a sweet, sweet inside.
Many don't know the true me, but who am I?
I fly like a swallo, but hide quickly in that old oak tree.
Let me tell you, I'm no walk on that diamond beach.
I am the day on which the maethyst shines,
I am the full moon in the night sky.
I am the rainbow, varying and refracted,
but when you reach the barebones
I am only a pearl embossed dove looking for a perch of sweet, soft love.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
The Way Things Were 1/11/2005
I remember being quite proud of this poem. I even had an awesome illustration to go with it.
~
There I sat’ alone at the edge of the woods
A gentle breeze blew my hair and I was happy
Many thought me to be sad because I sat all alone
But they couldn’t see that I was happy
Because I liked it that way.
There I could think of many things
That others would think weird
Like what is the purpose of my being and
When is the end of forever.
I liked to think of the impossible mysteries
And I was happy
Because I liked it that way.
After many years had gone by,
The woods were cut down
And the breeze ceased to blow,
But I had my memories
And I continued to be happy
Because I had liked it that way.
~
There I sat’ alone at the edge of the woods
A gentle breeze blew my hair and I was happy
Many thought me to be sad because I sat all alone
But they couldn’t see that I was happy
Because I liked it that way.
There I could think of many things
That others would think weird
Like what is the purpose of my being and
When is the end of forever.
I liked to think of the impossible mysteries
And I was happy
Because I liked it that way.
After many years had gone by,
The woods were cut down
And the breeze ceased to blow,
But I had my memories
And I continued to be happy
Because I had liked it that way.
Saturday, January 8, 2005
The World was Deahtly Silent 1/8/05
I remember being proud of this back in the day as well. I wrote it while using the bathroom
~
The silence was insufferable,
and nothing was heard.
And nothing seemed to move,
Not even the fluttering wings of a bird.
The clock seemed trapped at a minute to four,
no one had passed me by yet,
and as I walked shut were the doors,
and at the school the bell was silent.
Not a thing did move,
even the hands of the clock..
As I began to wonder if
I was the only living thing on the block.
On the playground, not a kid was there,
And at the lake, not a duck in sight.
I passed a bee upon a flower, he was deathly still,
And as I looked up, not a single bird in flight.
I began to run, someone had to be here,
But as I ran through the town,
In restaurants, in parks, in stores,
Not a single person was around.
The air was beginning to smell musty,
And not a car was upon the road.
I began to shiver in fear, something’s not right here,
As I began to sweat, I had a feeling of forebode.
I finally heard a faint bittersweet sound,
Like the ringing of a bell.
And as I turned and saw a black-hooded figure,
I then realized this was hell.
~
The silence was insufferable,
and nothing was heard.
And nothing seemed to move,
Not even the fluttering wings of a bird.
The clock seemed trapped at a minute to four,
no one had passed me by yet,
and as I walked shut were the doors,
and at the school the bell was silent.
Not a thing did move,
even the hands of the clock..
As I began to wonder if
I was the only living thing on the block.
On the playground, not a kid was there,
And at the lake, not a duck in sight.
I passed a bee upon a flower, he was deathly still,
And as I looked up, not a single bird in flight.
I began to run, someone had to be here,
But as I ran through the town,
In restaurants, in parks, in stores,
Not a single person was around.
The air was beginning to smell musty,
And not a car was upon the road.
I began to shiver in fear, something’s not right here,
As I began to sweat, I had a feeling of forebode.
I finally heard a faint bittersweet sound,
Like the ringing of a bell.
And as I turned and saw a black-hooded figure,
I then realized this was hell.
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