The True Beginning

It was a dark night out in the wilderness of Unova. We were camping in a clearing with a clear view of the sky. I couldn't sleep and was sitting outside with Pikachu. It twitched about and looked up at the sky periodically. The wind whistled through the trees and created a gentle swish of the leaves. The green leaves created a monotony of normality. I'm Ash Ketchum and I am a 10 year-old boy. My raven-like hair was drooping over my right eye as I watched a star in the night sky.

Something kept poking me in the side. I looked around, but didn't see anything. The light poking turned into a constant jabbing. A large pain started to burst in my head. I couldn't keep from holding my head from the pressure. It grew brighter, and brighter until I could no longer see the trees around me.

The light faded out in front of me as a fluorescent bulb above me. I looked around and saw myself in a hospital bed with my mother lying in the red chair next to me, asleep. I was a lot larger than I remember I was a few minutes ago. The walls were a dim eggshell color and the tile floor was white speckled with red. A TV was hanging off the ceiling with the TV remote on the arm of the chair "Mom?"

"Ash? You're awake!" Mother screamed. "Oh my God, I thought I would never see you again!" She was so excited from what seemed like less than a year ago.

"What's so surprising?" I asked.

"Oh who am I kidding, like you would remember the accident." She said.

"I still remember. I was attacked by a swarm of Spearow and I was shocked by lightning caused by Pikachu." I explained. "Then, I went on from their with Pikachu to create a lifelong journey. Right?"

"No. You were right about the accident, but you unfortunately had fallen into a coma for the next seven years."

My mind snapped at the sound of that. "What!" I screamed. Just then, the doctor ran in on her and looked frantically. He stared at my body, sitting upright for the first time in apparently years.

"My God, did you tell him?" He asked forcefully while walking over to my Mom. "You know if he is told all at once and not told gently, his mind could literally blow open."

"Oh no. I forgot!" She said.

"How could you forget something that important Delia?" The doctor screamed.

"I didn't think that he would ever wake up! I just forgot over time." Mom said with worry.

"Explain this to me." I said calmly.

"Ok. Your psyche has been creating a fake world to gently carry your mind through the coma." The doctor said. "Everything you imagined is fake. It is completely all imagined with everything that made you feel so good. It was just part of your psyche reading your emotions and creating something to cradle your thoughts. All of the negative things and people in your life was the negative side of your mind balancing your psyche so it didn't collapse from only miracles occurring in your life. If the constant miracles continued, you conscious would realize that something was wrong and your mind would most likely destroy itself."

"It makes sense, but why for seven years?" I asked.

"Theoretically, your mind was unstable and easy to collapse. Your mind had to keep your body and senses distracted so it could focus and stabilize itself to keep from you dying. Different people take different lengths of time to regain control. Most people that took as long as you did to stabilize have died long before they were able to recuperate. You're existence is a scientific miracle."

"So, what can I do?" I asked.

"Now that you're among the living, you could either continue your Pokémon journey, or you could go to school and just take your journey there." Mom answered. "You could go there for a basic beginning while your body rests up."

"That sounds good." I said. I looked over at the calendar and saw that it was October 5th. "It's the middle of the year. How am I supposed to go to school right now?"

"Simple, you see most people contain good memory of their subconscious state. You my friend have experienced an entire Pokémon journey. You should be a genius at the entrance exam for 3rd year staying."

I nodded in acknowledgement and got up. My legs buckled and nearly sent me to the floor. "Of course, the hospital in required to have you wheeled out."

I got off my knees and stumbled into the wheelchair. While he started towards the door, I noticed what I was wearing. First thing that stood out to me was that I was wearing a red shirt with a black jacket over it. I also had gray sweats on. I peered under them and saw black pants. My shoes had a black rim around the side with a white fore body with red around the lip and red tongue. The laces were also black.

I was wheeled out into the pale hallway where a few nurses saw my consciousness. They gasped and some opened the doors of other patients that probably came into the office while I was out. All the doctors that walked by had stopped and watched my weak form. The hallway was no different from my room in design and created a very bland wheeling.

I reached the main lobby and I managed to stand up and limp out the door. I heard a crowd of applause come up from behind me. My mom walked over and got in her blue sedan, which had black leather seats. I walked over and sat into the back seat. I didn't fit whatsoever. I was too tall to fit in the car's back seats.

I sat up in the front seat and took down the mirror to look at myself in the mirror. What I thought was brown eyes turned out that they were an odd shade of blue that appeared like purple. I was very pale and had jet black hair. It was long enough to touch my elbows. A large amount of hair covered my right eye. I tried to hide my face with my seven-year-old hat during the drive, but people that walked and drove by still saw me and stopped dead still. All this attention was probably why my psyche made people forget about the feats I preformed in my coma.

We got home and Mom took out a yardstick. The house's main room was a living room with sea green paint. A tan fuzzy couch sat in front of an entertainment center with a 30" HDTV sitting in the main compartment. The wooden floors were accented with a white rug sitting in front of the couch. She looked at yardstick for a moment and measured me. It didn't even make halfway up my body before stacking over again. After she measured me, I turned out to be 6' 10".

I walked back out and looked out around the town. The front porch was a pale white with a 4-foot high white railing all around it. Two white patio chairs sat around a black wicker table that has been reinforced over the years. I sat in one of the chairs looked out at a little kid that was walking down the street. He stopped and turned towards me. His mouth dropped open and he started to stumble back.

An oncoming car was barreling down the road. The kid tripped over himself and fell on the street. Scared, he started to scream out for someone to help him because he skinned his leg. I jumped up and ran down the yard. I ran over the street and tried to pick up the child. My weak body wasn't very capable of this though, and I stumbled from the extra weight of the child. I was still on the ground when something cast its shadow over me and lifted us both off the street.

"Thanks for that," I said as I stood up. The car passed by and the child ran back down the street. I stood up and at first saw only the black shirt and purple pants. I looked up to see the face and hair of Gary Oak. "I never thought you would stoop to helping me."

"Why not? You're weak, both psychically and mentally. You just came out of a coma and famous." Gary retorted. I walked down the street until I noticed a building larger than the others. Kids were pouring out of the building at the time. That must have been the place that Gary came from. School. I still had to take that entrance exam I realized.

I shoved my way past the other teens that were spilling out of the school and walked down the hallway. I noticed that the hallways were a bright light orange. The lockers were a dark blue that complemented the walls. The ceiling and floor was a bland yellow.

I strolled down the hallway until I bumped into a teacher. He wore a pale sea green shirt with a yellow tie. He had on khakis and brown loafers. He had rectangular glasses and a baldhead. He was Caucasian of origin.

"Here to owe detention I guess?" The teacher said.

"No, I came to speak with a teacher for an entrance exam to the school." I politely commented his vomit colored tie and he pointed me down the hallway and then to the left. I walked into the office and looked around in the room. There were a few administrators sitting around a desk that wrapped around the oddly light blue room. It was lined with computers and phones. A female administrator looked up at me.

"I would like to obtain the entrance exam for the third year of this school." I wisely said.

"Come this way." She said and walked out of the room down the hall. I followed her into a room that reminded me of a solitary confinement room in a prison. It was white washed on all of the walls and ceiling. A single desk with a chair sat in the middle of room pointed back at the door. I walked over and sat in the desk. She handed me a 5-page packet and an answer sheet for about 30 questions. "This is your exam. I will take your Pokédex and any other devices that could give you answers." I handed her my Pokédex and cell phone. She walked out of the room and shut the door behind her.

The test was made of questions that ranged from simplicity to really deep thinking questions. One of the simplest questions was "In what region can you find a Swellow?" The answer was Hoenn. One of the worst questions was, "If your Pokémon is one of a cruel nature, then what kind of berries does it enjoy the most?" After thinking about it, I decided it was bitter. They, along with all 28 other questions were right. I walked back up the hallway and handed the older woman the test and she looked it over. "How?" she gasped. "You managed to get every answer correct. That hasn't ever happened to someone who just walked in the door one day. You passed with flying colors! Come back tomorrow, because you're going to this school!"

I calmly walked down the hallway and past the room with the other teacher I had met. I looked in the window and saw a few kids sitting in the room. The appearance of one them completely startled me and stirred up memories of my coma state.