What if….Ash didn't exist?
What if….There was someone born in his place?
This is the story of what might've been, and it's impossibility
On a calm, tranquil night, Unpheazants, Pidove and all manner of Flying type Pokemon graced the starry sky. It was a night like no other, for the ancient beasts of this world had
Assembled on this night. As it was a night of grave importance.
"What do you mean he is not ready?!"
"He should have been born at this exact moment!"
"What shall we do now?!"
This was the collective cry of the Legendary's in the Hall of Origin. A grand structure, made of only the finest marble and the purest gold. It's tall arches pierced the heavens, and it's floor glistened like freshly fallen snow. The hall was similar to a court. And of course the creator of the universe, Arceus. The proverbial judge and Jury of all existence stood at its peak. His eyes while similar to an olive's, Were as calculating as a professors and as kind as a fathers. He was a father, a father to every being in this universe. And like a father he cared for them.
"SILENCE!"
He was as strict as one too.
Every Pokemon turned their head towards the god of Pokemon. As if they were expecting an answer. And of course. He. Would. Give. Them. One.
"Me, Lugia and Mew have taken precautions in case an event such as this occurs". The Original one said, Of course that was one of his many monikers. But Arceus was catchy after all. Besides he was the creator of the universe, in a sense he is god.
"And do pray tell.. what would these plans be Lord Arceus?" Asked Ho-oh The guardian of the skies. His orange wings unfolded, making him appear as a brazen phoenix basking in the suns glory.
"Another was born on this night, one who is similar in the extreme to Ash. And thus. He was selected"
"ANOTHER?!"
"Well that was unexpected"
If you were the writer, you'd know who these two are, But you do not. So I will explain,
These two Pokemon are Dialga (The former) And Palkia (The latter)
Well without further ado, Lets head to the protagonist. Or his family rather.
In a maternity ward, or similar to it, Lay a shapely brunette woman. Her name was Lalia. Of course, being the way she is, She did not want a marriage, or husbandAnd at the moment, she was crushing her brothers hand because she was going through pregnancy, But how you ask?.
Simple
Sperm donation, thus allowing a female to be impregnated without the need of a present male. Genius one would say . Anyhow the brother. Known as Johnas was a White man, average height, Slim build and a nonathletic body, in short he was skinny, but lazy.
The woman, Lalia was a Pale, Light blue haired woman, around her late 20's roughly. She was slim, kind and hearty though as Brock would think.. Lacking in the chest area.
And after three painful hours of pushing, the child came out.
He was beautiful.
He had pale skin, eyes as blue as the ocean and a smile as warm as the sun.
One would call him, 'Kawaii' if this were a more Asian oriented work of fiction.
The first thing he did, was surprise. And he was good at that.
He smiled, then he giggled
He giggled. Not happily but, mischievously
Looking down upon the young babe, she christened him with his name.
"Alex, Alexander Frost"