Ash's Incredible Journey
A fanfiction by Chipolata
Impmon: Chip doesn't own Pokemon, Digimon, Dragonball Z, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or Star Trek. If you can't figure out what most of these have to do with Ash Ketchum, read on my friend.
A/N: Thanks, Impmon. There are many, many parts to this story. Don't worry, all will be explained.
This is my first Pokemon fan-fic, although a large portion of it is not set on Pokemon Island. Anyway, I'm giving away a lot. On with the story!
PART 1
"In the beginning..."
'Twas a night, pitchest of blacks, lit up by lighting for a split second every now and then. Rain poured down, and trees sway severly in the wind.
Out in this terrible storm there travelled three stranded Pokmon trainers; cold, soaked and worst of all, lost. They huddled together and pulled their raincoats tighter in a futile atempt at warmth.
Onward they weakly marched, until the forver whipping of branches took it's toll, until hunger and fatigue wrecked it's final havoc, until one collapsed from the sheer hopelessnes of being lost.
Her two friends gathered.
"Misty, you gotta get up!" One yelled over the winds, pulling her up.
"I can't Ash, I can't!" she yelled back. "It's too hard. Let's try camp again."
"We can't, the tent blew away, remember?" Ash told her.
Misty choked back a sob.
Brock knelt down next to them. "C'mon! The best way to keep warm is to cover up and exercise. Sitting here isn't helping."
They got up, and coninued the battle against the storm. This time, Ash helped Misty along, holding her up and Brock took the lead against the wind.
Ash, Misty and Brock struggled for what seemed like hours, making very little progress, until they stumbled across a clearing, which was untouched by the storm. As the took the hoods of their heads and walked, awe-struck, into the small circle of light, all the trouble of the storm seem to drift.
But it was just the beginning.
Unknown to the three trainers, their calm patch was just the eye of the storm. As Ash stepped forward, an interdimensional hole ripped open in front of his eyes.
A stunning array of colours shone out from the gap in space, lighting Ash in a brilliant aurora of light.
Suddenly, glowing tentacles shot out of the rip and wrapped themselves around Ash's wrists, ankles, and his waist.
"Ash!" Misty and Brock cried.
"Pika!" Pikachu yelled.
The tentacles began pulling Ash in.
"Misty! Brock!" Ash pleaded. "Help!"
But it was too late. In a sudden jerk, Ash was pulled in.
"Pikachu!!" Ash cried as he disappeared into the phenomenon.
The hole disappeared.
And as the storm cleared around them, Misty, Brock and Pikachu stood stunned, with no idea of the journey Ash was to make, or of how much their lives, and many others, depended on him.
A fanfiction by Chipolata
Impmon: Chip doesn't own Pokemon, Digimon, Dragonball Z, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or Star Trek. If you can't figure out what most of these have to do with Ash Ketchum, read on my friend.
A/N: Thanks, Impmon. There are many, many parts to this story. Don't worry, all will be explained.
This is my first Pokemon fan-fic, although a large portion of it is not set on Pokemon Island. Anyway, I'm giving away a lot. On with the story!
PART 1
"In the beginning..."
'Twas a night, pitchest of blacks, lit up by lighting for a split second every now and then. Rain poured down, and trees sway severly in the wind.
Out in this terrible storm there travelled three stranded Pokmon trainers; cold, soaked and worst of all, lost. They huddled together and pulled their raincoats tighter in a futile atempt at warmth.
Onward they weakly marched, until the forver whipping of branches took it's toll, until hunger and fatigue wrecked it's final havoc, until one collapsed from the sheer hopelessnes of being lost.
Her two friends gathered.
"Misty, you gotta get up!" One yelled over the winds, pulling her up.
"I can't Ash, I can't!" she yelled back. "It's too hard. Let's try camp again."
"We can't, the tent blew away, remember?" Ash told her.
Misty choked back a sob.
Brock knelt down next to them. "C'mon! The best way to keep warm is to cover up and exercise. Sitting here isn't helping."
They got up, and coninued the battle against the storm. This time, Ash helped Misty along, holding her up and Brock took the lead against the wind.
Ash, Misty and Brock struggled for what seemed like hours, making very little progress, until they stumbled across a clearing, which was untouched by the storm. As the took the hoods of their heads and walked, awe-struck, into the small circle of light, all the trouble of the storm seem to drift.
But it was just the beginning.
Unknown to the three trainers, their calm patch was just the eye of the storm. As Ash stepped forward, an interdimensional hole ripped open in front of his eyes.
A stunning array of colours shone out from the gap in space, lighting Ash in a brilliant aurora of light.
Suddenly, glowing tentacles shot out of the rip and wrapped themselves around Ash's wrists, ankles, and his waist.
"Ash!" Misty and Brock cried.
"Pika!" Pikachu yelled.
The tentacles began pulling Ash in.
"Misty! Brock!" Ash pleaded. "Help!"
But it was too late. In a sudden jerk, Ash was pulled in.
"Pikachu!!" Ash cried as he disappeared into the phenomenon.
The hole disappeared.
And as the storm cleared around them, Misty, Brock and Pikachu stood stunned, with no idea of the journey Ash was to make, or of how much their lives, and many others, depended on him.