A Little Girl In Palette
Chapter 1- The Past- As Told By Ash
by Tigersword and Allycat
Authors' Notes:
Hey! Me (Tigersword) and Allycat here to bring you a AAMayl fic. We're trying to give people out there a chance to see an epic AAMayL take place. I hope this fic changes your minds about the opinion you have about these limited fics. We'll update quicky and try to make sure you enjoy what we have to write.
Hi! I'm Allycat! This is the first time I've ever co-written a fic. I was confronted by Tigersword and I was asked to write an AAMayL fic along with him/her. I hope that I don't screw this story up, although my experience in RPing may help me write along side Tigersword. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a successful story though! Enjoy the fic! AAMayL 4-ever!
It happened eight years ago when I lost and found my life. It was that eight years ago I found my purpose to be a Pokemon master yet I lost her completely. Back when I was four, I met May.
The air was cold and the snow covered the land completely. I waited outside, alone on a little seat I formed from the snow. It was circular and a little more than a foot high. I stared out into the greyed sky, bored with my surroundings and friends. I wanted something interesting to happen.
At that age interesting had a different meaning. It meant that a car would crash, something would explode, or a house would catch fire. My mind was chaotic a bit back then but the other kids concocted many more horrible ideas than me.
Suddenly I felt a small pressure on my shoulder. I turned to see a little girl with brown hair which reached the back of her neck. Her hair was much longer in the front than at the back of her head. These two long strands were parted so she could see.
She opened her mouth and a small voice came out, "Hello, I'm lost..."
I was nervous wreck. I couldn't even stand girls looking at me, let alone touch me. I thought they would give me a disease of some sort. But what made me even more shaky was that she talked to me. Now I was positive that if I got sick it would be because of her and not the bitter whether I was exposing myself to.
"Get off of me, you girl. You girl people are so nasty!"
I feel of my seat. "See what you made me do!"
She looked like she was about to cry.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to find my daddy..."
Tears started to foorm in her eyes. They slowly dripped down her cheek. But soon the little drops formed rivers covering her face. She covered her visage and sat on the ground. More and more tears came pouring out of endless pools, which were her eyes.
Something started to hurt in me. I felt my conscience get a hold of me. I wanted to cry to. Feelings of pity and guilt flowed in my blood.
"I'll help you find your dad. There's no need to ruin the snow..."
I grabbed her mitten-encased hand and pulled her up. I looked into her eyes and saw the tears were still slightly dripping. I wiped them off as quick as I could. Touching a girl was a direct obstruction of rules I had set for myself as a child. I broke that sacred code anyway for her. The reason is still a mystery.
"Did you Pops tell you where he was going to be?"
"Pops? What's that?"
"Your Daddy!"
The girl looked liked she was going to leak a million tears once more.
"Umm..... That's what we call our Daddy's here in Palette! They don't do that anywhere else!" I said in a fake sort of laughter.
"Oh! He's supposed to be in the Pokemart."
I gulped. I gazed at the many boundaries that confined me. Those were the walls that was imaginarily drawn to me at the end of the block since I was a child. A line that I couldn't cross. The Pokemart was much farther away then that. How could I help this young girl?