Another PD drabble that continues another one. If PD had been carried through, this would have been book 8.
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"Okay, so the fact that Mrs. Garrickson was so aggresive when we called her memory-husband...wait a minute, this guy's name was Garrick and his last name was Garrickson? So his name was Garrick Garrickson?" Tuesday raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Proffesor said, as if this was common knowledge.
"Oh, okay. His parents had no creativity. Anyways, was becase Mrs. Garrickson is..." Tuesday paused, as if to think of an appropriate word.
"She's not quite mentally stable concerning her husband's death yet. She's not crazy." Proffesor folded his arms across his chest and looked accusingly at Tuesday.
"I wasn't going to say she was crazy," Tuesday said defensively.
"You were thinking it."
"No I wasn't!" Tuesday shouted.
"I have a mind-reader device and according to it, you were thinking that." Proffesor held up the mindreading device, which was small enough to fit into his pocket. It was shaped like a pen, but it had a small screen on it that displayed text.
"Okay, so I was thinking it," Tuesday admitted, "but I wasn't going to say it.
"Yes you were."
"No I wasn't. What, do you have a lie detector to prove it...wait, you do," Tuesday faltered when he pulled out another device that looked almost exactly the same as the first. "What's up with this house...lab...thing!" Tuesday threw her hands up into the air, frustrated and defeated.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Question Game 7/27/06
Just a little Final Fantasy X drabble. Nothing else much to say.
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"Hey, Tidus," Yuna looked over at Tidus. She was using his stomach as a pillow as the two were laying amidst the tall grasses of the Calm Lands near one of the ledges. The land just seemed to go on forever, and then it abruptly ended with this huge gash. If someone was running and not paying attention, they could run right over the edge and fall into the ednless abyss of the beautiful landscape. Yuna thought that this must have been what it was like when people in Spira thought the world was flat and that you could fall right off of the world if you sailed to far in any direction past the mainland.
"Hmm?" he inquired, lifting his head so he could look into her eyes. His head was resting on his hands since he didn't have Yuna's stomach to use as a pillow himself.
"What's your favorite color?" she asked. Tidus sat up slightly, so as not to disturb Yuna's head, and looked at her incrediously. "Oh come on, if you want me to cherish you, you have to tell me everything. I told you everything."
"Of your journey to find me, but not the small details." Tidus layed back down and thought for a second. "I suppose the color yellow has grown on me, but I'm not really sure. Hey Yuna?"
"Yes?" Yuna closed her eyes as a breeze ruffled the grass around them. The calm lands usually stayed a pretty nice temperture because of the fact that Mount Gagazet's snowy winds occasionally blew through the valley, but the calm land was unusually hot and humid on this day, however Tidus and Yuna felt cozy where they were laying.
"Now that I told you what my favorite color is, you have to tell me yours. How am I supposed to cherish someone when I don't even know their favorite color?" Tidus joked.
Yuna rolled her blue and green eyes and sighed. Tidus' scent hung nicely in the air. He smelled slightly of vanilla and fish. Usually the two scents inc ombination would have made Yuna retch, but on Tidus, they were heavenly. "Purple, though I also like blue." Yuna rolled over so that she had her hands resting on Tidus' stomach and her head on top of her hands. She smiled at tidus, who seemed to enjoy the change of perspective from the back of Yuna's head, to her face. "Hey Tidus, what's your favorite food?"
"Dunno, I suppose cherries, but then again, I liked that coconut thing you made." Tidus smiled up at Yuna who was smiling playfully back. "Hey Yuna, what's your favorite food?"
"I like beets. I don't know why, but Rikku always made fun of me for that," Yuna laughed. Yuna's laughter was music to Tidus' ears. "Hey Tidus, what's your favorite number?"
Tidus shook his head. He wasn't sure what had gotten into Yuna, but he liked this little game. Than again, he liked any game that involved Yuna or Blitzballs...or any combination of the two. "3576 because it's an even number. What about you?"
"Hmm, I never really thought about it. I would have to say seven becaus eit took seven to get me through my pilgrimage. Tidus, what's your favorite letter?" Yuna's eyelids felt heavy as the gentle breeze and Tidus' scent was soothing to her.
"Well, Y of course. Yours?" Yuna sat up and stretched, then snuggled next to Tidus, resting her head against his shoulder.
"T for you, though you doesn't actually begin with a T." Yuna yawned and closed her eyes. "Hey TIdus, what's your..." Yuna, however, never finished her sentance as she fell asleep. Tidus smiled and put his arms around her slumbering form, holding her closely to him, glad that the fayth had brought him back so he could be with her. Tidus yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep himself.
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"Hey, Tidus," Yuna looked over at Tidus. She was using his stomach as a pillow as the two were laying amidst the tall grasses of the Calm Lands near one of the ledges. The land just seemed to go on forever, and then it abruptly ended with this huge gash. If someone was running and not paying attention, they could run right over the edge and fall into the ednless abyss of the beautiful landscape. Yuna thought that this must have been what it was like when people in Spira thought the world was flat and that you could fall right off of the world if you sailed to far in any direction past the mainland.
"Hmm?" he inquired, lifting his head so he could look into her eyes. His head was resting on his hands since he didn't have Yuna's stomach to use as a pillow himself.
"What's your favorite color?" she asked. Tidus sat up slightly, so as not to disturb Yuna's head, and looked at her incrediously. "Oh come on, if you want me to cherish you, you have to tell me everything. I told you everything."
"Of your journey to find me, but not the small details." Tidus layed back down and thought for a second. "I suppose the color yellow has grown on me, but I'm not really sure. Hey Yuna?"
"Yes?" Yuna closed her eyes as a breeze ruffled the grass around them. The calm lands usually stayed a pretty nice temperture because of the fact that Mount Gagazet's snowy winds occasionally blew through the valley, but the calm land was unusually hot and humid on this day, however Tidus and Yuna felt cozy where they were laying.
"Now that I told you what my favorite color is, you have to tell me yours. How am I supposed to cherish someone when I don't even know their favorite color?" Tidus joked.
Yuna rolled her blue and green eyes and sighed. Tidus' scent hung nicely in the air. He smelled slightly of vanilla and fish. Usually the two scents inc ombination would have made Yuna retch, but on Tidus, they were heavenly. "Purple, though I also like blue." Yuna rolled over so that she had her hands resting on Tidus' stomach and her head on top of her hands. She smiled at tidus, who seemed to enjoy the change of perspective from the back of Yuna's head, to her face. "Hey Tidus, what's your favorite food?"
"Dunno, I suppose cherries, but then again, I liked that coconut thing you made." Tidus smiled up at Yuna who was smiling playfully back. "Hey Yuna, what's your favorite food?"
"I like beets. I don't know why, but Rikku always made fun of me for that," Yuna laughed. Yuna's laughter was music to Tidus' ears. "Hey Tidus, what's your favorite number?"
Tidus shook his head. He wasn't sure what had gotten into Yuna, but he liked this little game. Than again, he liked any game that involved Yuna or Blitzballs...or any combination of the two. "3576 because it's an even number. What about you?"
"Hmm, I never really thought about it. I would have to say seven becaus eit took seven to get me through my pilgrimage. Tidus, what's your favorite letter?" Yuna's eyelids felt heavy as the gentle breeze and Tidus' scent was soothing to her.
"Well, Y of course. Yours?" Yuna sat up and stretched, then snuggled next to Tidus, resting her head against his shoulder.
"T for you, though you doesn't actually begin with a T." Yuna yawned and closed her eyes. "Hey TIdus, what's your..." Yuna, however, never finished her sentance as she fell asleep. Tidus smiled and put his arms around her slumbering form, holding her closely to him, glad that the fayth had brought him back so he could be with her. Tidus yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep himself.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Lost at Sea 3/20/06
I think this was about Tetra and her pirates from Windwaker. I don't like this poem anymore, but I did at the time. Odd.
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The ocean waves were ever so bright
The moon above it did alight
wind blowing the surf and sea
treacherous plotting against me
Never once did I guess
that this would be how I would rest
a free spirit tamed by the sea
a whim, a fancy, all for me
to the fast moving wave from the island gabes
nothing could detour me untill this day
a victum of sea, a victum of pride
not a martyr, I had nothing to hide
still the waves pushed me to and fro
I did not fight for I had nowhere to go
I relaxed as they took me and enjoyed the voyage
for the first time I could see the foilage
thinking hard, I felt no pain
and perhaps this is why I felt I did not die in vain
Still the wind blows and the sea delites
now the moon is dim and the sun is bright
not once, but twice I could declare
The love of the sea sparked like a flare
My death was felt, but that's not the ending
this is only someother's begining
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The ocean waves were ever so bright
The moon above it did alight
wind blowing the surf and sea
treacherous plotting against me
Never once did I guess
that this would be how I would rest
a free spirit tamed by the sea
a whim, a fancy, all for me
to the fast moving wave from the island gabes
nothing could detour me untill this day
a victum of sea, a victum of pride
not a martyr, I had nothing to hide
still the waves pushed me to and fro
I did not fight for I had nowhere to go
I relaxed as they took me and enjoyed the voyage
for the first time I could see the foilage
thinking hard, I felt no pain
and perhaps this is why I felt I did not die in vain
Still the wind blows and the sea delites
now the moon is dim and the sun is bright
not once, but twice I could declare
The love of the sea sparked like a flare
My death was felt, but that's not the ending
this is only someother's begining
Friday, February 17, 2006
PD Knight drabble 2/17/06
Another Planet Demension drabble. This one is from the...7th book? I don't remember. It's not important anyways because this series will never be.
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Tuesday's eyes squinted throught the black and white other world she had found herself in. This was only her second time encountering the strange world and it frightened her none the less. She wanted to be strong, but without her powers, she felt more vulnerable then she ever had before. She wasn't even sure how to get back to her own world. She shivered slightly, despite the dessert temple she and Atta were in, as she saw a figure approach them. It was a knight in black armor that seemed to meld into the shadows around them.
"Atta, who's that?" Tuesday asked, hoping her amnesia-ridden, otherworld-connected friend would know something, which was very unlikely.
"He seems familiar," Atta squinted as the knight drew closer to them. The knight raised his sword and pointed it straight at them, preparing to attack them. "Quick, concentrate!" Atta screamed at Tuesday, who grumbled at being ordered around. Tuesday closed her eyes and held her hands together, focusing on forming a ball of enrgy at the tip of Atta's dark blade. Atta threw the blast at the knight as Tuesday opened her eyes.
He grabbed the blast in one hand and tossed it from hand to hand as if the blast were nothing more than a tennis ball. He stopped his throwing to clutch the energy ball as hard as he could, destroying the attack as if it were nothing more than a balloon. He laughed at the two of them, who huddled closer as they glared at the knight. "You think something that weak can stop me?"
"Who are you?" Atta demanded, anger apparent in her strong accent. Atta tried to lunge forward with her sword, but the knight caught it with his own effortlessly. The two swords sent out sparks as they collided. In the sparks they created, Tuesday saw something glint. She walked to the spot and picked it up to discover that it was a bit of what appeared to be limestone created from the sand that surrounded them.
"You two are in the lowest level of this castle and you gave no thought to how the two of you were going to get back. Such stupidity should be rewarded." The knight's figure become transparent as it become water. The water fell to the ground, creating a dark spot in the sand. "Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink," his voice echoed after him.
"He's gone," Atta gasped.
"I wouldn't be so sure," Tuesday said seriously as she heard a rumbling coming from somewhere below them. Suddenly a geyser of water formed in the middle of the room, knocking Tuesday over. She quickly got to her feet just in time to realize that the room was quickly filling with water. Their only escape was a hole in the ceiling twelve feet above them. "We have to get out of here!" Tuesday shouted, running over to Atta.
"How?" Atta panicked as the water began to reach her knees.
"Just leave it to me and hang on!" Tuesday shouted to Atta as she used her dragon pendant to give her the ability of temporary flight. "With this we will only have five minutes to get out of here, so let's not waste any time." Atta grabbed onto Tuesday as she flew up out of the room as fast as she could. The water below them came faster as more geysers shot up at them. the water was high enough to graze Atta's feet as they flew. Tuesday was frustrated because she had to back-track through the rooms they had came through on their way down. She mentally kicked herself for entering the castle with no forethought, which was very unlike her.
Finally they reached the entrance they had come out of and Tuesday flew out of the castle and onto the sand, losing her wings and flying abillity for the rest of the day. Atta and Tuesday stared at the castle as water began to trickle out of it. The casdtle began to pulse and then it exploded as the water inside grew too much. The strangly shaped castle that had once stood there was now scattered rubble, but the water continued to push forward, though not as strongly as before. Soon the entire desert was covered in a layer of water that came to Tuesday's ankles.
"Are you two okay?" Tuesday heard a british accent harold her from what seemed to be the sky. Tuesday forgot that Frog, Butter P, and the forest spirit, a giant wood moth named Laura, could see her through the other world detector.
"I'm fine, Frog. I found a bit of limestone down there. Maybe Came can use it like he used that mirror shard on the detector..." Tuesday's voice trailed off as she Seboya fly over head. The great owl was the parralell of Laura and, as such, was the desert spirit.
"Water!" Seboya shouted, landing and beging to gulp greedily at the water. "Water!" Seboya cried again as he drank more and more water.
"Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink," Atta mused, repeating the line the knight had said.
"Not a drop to drink? This water must be tainted somehow. Seboya, stop!" Tuesday cried frantically, but Seboya would not listen. "Atta, use that sword blast of yours," Tuesday called as she began to concentrate. Atta obeyed, shooting a beam at seboya, who stopped drinking to glare at them.
Seboya was panting heavily and it began to caw unintelligibly. The great desert spirit then began to change appearances, become more vulture like. Seboya glared at them, then rushed forward to attack. Tuesday suddenly felt lightheaded and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she noticed that she was in her rightful world. "Tuesday!" Frog cried out triumphantly, but she ignored him.
"Atta's in trouble. The spirit attacked her and now I'm here." Tuesday looked frantically at her friends. Laura simply began to float carefree over head them. Tuesday still had trouble fighting the irresistable urge to exterminate the overly large wood moth.
Came's voice came from the device that they were watching Atta dodge attacks on. "Out the lime stone in the slot on the side of the device. I think we can use it for something." Tuesday put the stone in the slot and commanded them to hurry as she did. Came seemed annoyed at her tone, but didn't say anything.
Atta was dodging attacks fruitlessly. "Tuesday, can you help me?"
"Yeah, Came is analyzing the limestone we found. I'll concentrate for you." Tuesday resumed her concentrating position, ignoring Laura's airheaded comments that rained down from above them. Atta shot the blasts at Seboya, but it didn't seem to do any good. She also was reluctant to possibly anger another spirit. The Artic pelt bird that protected the snow covered mountains already had such dislike for her.
"Okay, analization is complete. The limestone is a type of filter that can filter impurities out of something. If you can get Atta to keep that thing she's fighting still, we can filter out the impurities it consumed while drinking that water." Came explained, then grumbled, "No, I do not want tea! Argh, this creator guy has started a herb garden and it's driving me bonkers!"
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Tuesday mumbled. "Atta, do you think you can get Seboya to stay still? I think we can filter out the impurities he drank if I can use this filter on him, but you have to get him to stay in one spot."
"I'll try!" Atta shouted up to the sky, though Tuesday could hear her perfectly fine through the gadget if she hadn't screamed. Atta grabbed Seboya's feet and stuck the sword in one of his talons. Seboya screamed as he tried to get away, but Atta was stronger than she looked.
"Okay, we have him locked!" Came called from through the gadget. "Now filtering!" There was a humming sound and on the screen, Tuesday saw a light surround Seboya. Atta let go of Seboya, grabbing her sword out of his talon before landing. She stepped away from the spirit as he glowed brighter. He stopped glowing and had the appearance of the owl that he had been when Atta had first met him.
"Thank you," he muttered, breathing heavily, "Attaleene, you may have done unspeakable things, but you know right from wrong."
"Unspeakable things? Like what?" Atta asked, but Seboya faded and as he faded away, so did the desert around Atta. It resembled the Laura Woods that Tuesday was in on her own world. On her shoulder, Atta's magpie Adriel squawked happily at the sight of such a lush forest. "He's dead," she whimpered.
"Not dead," Laura landed beside Tuesday, "because he's already dead as everything is in the other world. He just finally accomplished his purpose so he can rest in the spirit world now," he explained. "That's also why the landscape now matches this one."
"What was his purpose?" Tuesday asked.
"He gave Atta her full name; Attaleene." Laura responded as he drifted overhead.
"Attaleene," Atta tried the name on for herself.
"Meh, I like Atta better." Tuesday stuck out a toungue at her dislike. Sudden;y the gadget she was holding began to vibrate. "I think I've got mail." She pressed a button and a message from Thatch appeared on screen. "It seems he wants us to meet him in Laura City. Any ideas where that is?" Tuesday asked.
"I can take you there if you follow me." Laura began to drift away as the group followed her from the ruins.
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Tuesday's eyes squinted throught the black and white other world she had found herself in. This was only her second time encountering the strange world and it frightened her none the less. She wanted to be strong, but without her powers, she felt more vulnerable then she ever had before. She wasn't even sure how to get back to her own world. She shivered slightly, despite the dessert temple she and Atta were in, as she saw a figure approach them. It was a knight in black armor that seemed to meld into the shadows around them.
"Atta, who's that?" Tuesday asked, hoping her amnesia-ridden, otherworld-connected friend would know something, which was very unlikely.
"He seems familiar," Atta squinted as the knight drew closer to them. The knight raised his sword and pointed it straight at them, preparing to attack them. "Quick, concentrate!" Atta screamed at Tuesday, who grumbled at being ordered around. Tuesday closed her eyes and held her hands together, focusing on forming a ball of enrgy at the tip of Atta's dark blade. Atta threw the blast at the knight as Tuesday opened her eyes.
He grabbed the blast in one hand and tossed it from hand to hand as if the blast were nothing more than a tennis ball. He stopped his throwing to clutch the energy ball as hard as he could, destroying the attack as if it were nothing more than a balloon. He laughed at the two of them, who huddled closer as they glared at the knight. "You think something that weak can stop me?"
"Who are you?" Atta demanded, anger apparent in her strong accent. Atta tried to lunge forward with her sword, but the knight caught it with his own effortlessly. The two swords sent out sparks as they collided. In the sparks they created, Tuesday saw something glint. She walked to the spot and picked it up to discover that it was a bit of what appeared to be limestone created from the sand that surrounded them.
"You two are in the lowest level of this castle and you gave no thought to how the two of you were going to get back. Such stupidity should be rewarded." The knight's figure become transparent as it become water. The water fell to the ground, creating a dark spot in the sand. "Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink," his voice echoed after him.
"He's gone," Atta gasped.
"I wouldn't be so sure," Tuesday said seriously as she heard a rumbling coming from somewhere below them. Suddenly a geyser of water formed in the middle of the room, knocking Tuesday over. She quickly got to her feet just in time to realize that the room was quickly filling with water. Their only escape was a hole in the ceiling twelve feet above them. "We have to get out of here!" Tuesday shouted, running over to Atta.
"How?" Atta panicked as the water began to reach her knees.
"Just leave it to me and hang on!" Tuesday shouted to Atta as she used her dragon pendant to give her the ability of temporary flight. "With this we will only have five minutes to get out of here, so let's not waste any time." Atta grabbed onto Tuesday as she flew up out of the room as fast as she could. The water below them came faster as more geysers shot up at them. the water was high enough to graze Atta's feet as they flew. Tuesday was frustrated because she had to back-track through the rooms they had came through on their way down. She mentally kicked herself for entering the castle with no forethought, which was very unlike her.
Finally they reached the entrance they had come out of and Tuesday flew out of the castle and onto the sand, losing her wings and flying abillity for the rest of the day. Atta and Tuesday stared at the castle as water began to trickle out of it. The casdtle began to pulse and then it exploded as the water inside grew too much. The strangly shaped castle that had once stood there was now scattered rubble, but the water continued to push forward, though not as strongly as before. Soon the entire desert was covered in a layer of water that came to Tuesday's ankles.
"Are you two okay?" Tuesday heard a british accent harold her from what seemed to be the sky. Tuesday forgot that Frog, Butter P, and the forest spirit, a giant wood moth named Laura, could see her through the other world detector.
"I'm fine, Frog. I found a bit of limestone down there. Maybe Came can use it like he used that mirror shard on the detector..." Tuesday's voice trailed off as she Seboya fly over head. The great owl was the parralell of Laura and, as such, was the desert spirit.
"Water!" Seboya shouted, landing and beging to gulp greedily at the water. "Water!" Seboya cried again as he drank more and more water.
"Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink," Atta mused, repeating the line the knight had said.
"Not a drop to drink? This water must be tainted somehow. Seboya, stop!" Tuesday cried frantically, but Seboya would not listen. "Atta, use that sword blast of yours," Tuesday called as she began to concentrate. Atta obeyed, shooting a beam at seboya, who stopped drinking to glare at them.
Seboya was panting heavily and it began to caw unintelligibly. The great desert spirit then began to change appearances, become more vulture like. Seboya glared at them, then rushed forward to attack. Tuesday suddenly felt lightheaded and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she noticed that she was in her rightful world. "Tuesday!" Frog cried out triumphantly, but she ignored him.
"Atta's in trouble. The spirit attacked her and now I'm here." Tuesday looked frantically at her friends. Laura simply began to float carefree over head them. Tuesday still had trouble fighting the irresistable urge to exterminate the overly large wood moth.
Came's voice came from the device that they were watching Atta dodge attacks on. "Out the lime stone in the slot on the side of the device. I think we can use it for something." Tuesday put the stone in the slot and commanded them to hurry as she did. Came seemed annoyed at her tone, but didn't say anything.
Atta was dodging attacks fruitlessly. "Tuesday, can you help me?"
"Yeah, Came is analyzing the limestone we found. I'll concentrate for you." Tuesday resumed her concentrating position, ignoring Laura's airheaded comments that rained down from above them. Atta shot the blasts at Seboya, but it didn't seem to do any good. She also was reluctant to possibly anger another spirit. The Artic pelt bird that protected the snow covered mountains already had such dislike for her.
"Okay, analization is complete. The limestone is a type of filter that can filter impurities out of something. If you can get Atta to keep that thing she's fighting still, we can filter out the impurities it consumed while drinking that water." Came explained, then grumbled, "No, I do not want tea! Argh, this creator guy has started a herb garden and it's driving me bonkers!"
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Tuesday mumbled. "Atta, do you think you can get Seboya to stay still? I think we can filter out the impurities he drank if I can use this filter on him, but you have to get him to stay in one spot."
"I'll try!" Atta shouted up to the sky, though Tuesday could hear her perfectly fine through the gadget if she hadn't screamed. Atta grabbed Seboya's feet and stuck the sword in one of his talons. Seboya screamed as he tried to get away, but Atta was stronger than she looked.
"Okay, we have him locked!" Came called from through the gadget. "Now filtering!" There was a humming sound and on the screen, Tuesday saw a light surround Seboya. Atta let go of Seboya, grabbing her sword out of his talon before landing. She stepped away from the spirit as he glowed brighter. He stopped glowing and had the appearance of the owl that he had been when Atta had first met him.
"Thank you," he muttered, breathing heavily, "Attaleene, you may have done unspeakable things, but you know right from wrong."
"Unspeakable things? Like what?" Atta asked, but Seboya faded and as he faded away, so did the desert around Atta. It resembled the Laura Woods that Tuesday was in on her own world. On her shoulder, Atta's magpie Adriel squawked happily at the sight of such a lush forest. "He's dead," she whimpered.
"Not dead," Laura landed beside Tuesday, "because he's already dead as everything is in the other world. He just finally accomplished his purpose so he can rest in the spirit world now," he explained. "That's also why the landscape now matches this one."
"What was his purpose?" Tuesday asked.
"He gave Atta her full name; Attaleene." Laura responded as he drifted overhead.
"Attaleene," Atta tried the name on for herself.
"Meh, I like Atta better." Tuesday stuck out a toungue at her dislike. Sudden;y the gadget she was holding began to vibrate. "I think I've got mail." She pressed a button and a message from Thatch appeared on screen. "It seems he wants us to meet him in Laura City. Any ideas where that is?" Tuesday asked.
"I can take you there if you follow me." Laura began to drift away as the group followed her from the ruins.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Creation 10/17/2005
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.
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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.
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?"
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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?"
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