Copyright note: I do not own Pokémon or Mew. If I did I'd be really rich! Please
don't sue me for writing this.
Author's Note: Please R/R! Flames, praises, anything! (Praises preferred.) ' means the
character is thinking
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It was the late afternoon when it began. You ask what? Simple, the greatest
legend of all time. It starts out with a young boy, the age of 12, who was just relaxing,
watching TV. Now I beware you. Before your read this, you must understand. This story,
is true. It actually, now, in the world of Pokémon, is an amazing campfire story which is
now being written down, in its entirety, in full truth, for all to know. Now, please just sit
back, relax, and read the story, the adventure, of the boy who changed the world, and
fought the greatest battle on earth.
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"We'll be right back after these messages!"
"Oh, dumb commercials." Dylan got up to get a snack when the phone started
ringing. "JEEZ! Why can't I just relax?!"
He walked over to the phone, and checked to see who it was. "Hmmm... Professor
Marcop. I wonder why he's calling." When he picked up the phone, Marcop sounded
exasperated. "Dylan! You'll never believe this! Hurry down to the lab! I think I have a
Pokémon you might want to start training!"
"YES! Finally!" He couldn't believe how lucky he was.
See, he was 12, but when he took the test at 10, he got the best score ever
recorded, a perfect. You may think that that's simple, but the test to become a Pokémon
Trainer is so hard that the average would give you a F on any other test. The closest that
had ever come to a perfect was a -5, until then.
Well, you say, woopedy doo! What's your point? He should still have a Pokémon.
Well, when he passed, they gave him the choice of either starting out with almost any
Pokémon he wanted, or, getting some Pokémon that had never been studied before. You
can guess what he chose.
He ran down to the lab and was amazed to see a huge crowd of people. He tried to
push his way through, but it was hard. He eventually mad his way to the front with a few
bruises and saw Marcop standing in the front. When he saw Dylan, he motioned for him
to follow.
"I tried to be the first person to get to the phone when we found the Pokémon, but
my assistants beat me to it. They apparently called their friends, he called theirs, and it
just kept going, and going, and going, and going, and going, and going, and going, and
going, and going"
He was hit on the head by Dylan who said, "I get the picture, you where saying?"
"Oh, sorry, follow me."
He had been in the lab before. You see, he was one of the Professor's assistants,
but he could barely recognize it. He saw maps, millions of them, e-mail posts taped to
walls, computers running searches, everywhere! Then he saw the thing that explained it
all.
"OH MY GOSH!" His eyes grew bigger than saucers.
"Yes, that's it. That's why we have maps. That's why we have a crowd. THAT is
Mew. And he's yours, if you accept."
"Oh, OF COURSE I ACCPET! That, that is THE Mew! But, well, I know he's
small, but that small?"
"Well, he's a baby. Just born. We have no idea why, it must mean one of three
things. Either there are two other Mews on the Earth, Mews are born pregnant, or he's
just here because he's here."
He walked over to the Mew who looked scared, very scared. It was the most
amazing thing he had ever seen. So small, so innocent, yet so much hidden power. He
couldn't contain himself, it just looked so scared. He picked it up gently, oh so gently,
and petted it. It was trembling, it was trembling hard, but as soon as it felt someone who
cared, it almost immediately stopped trembling and relaxed.
Marcop couldn't believe it. They had been trying to calm it down sense they
caught it. 'We already knew he had the intelligence of a Pokémon Master, and now we
see that he has what matters even more. Something that all the intelligence in the world
couldn't replace. It's almost a sixth sense, but it isn't a sense. It's something only a few
have, and something no words can explain. It doesn't even have a name. But what ever it
is, he has it.'
It had been an hour since he had taken Mew home. Mew was just lying
down, sleeping, seemingly at peace. 'This is amazing. At last... a Pokémon. AND it was
even a Mew!' But, it was something other than that attracted him to Mew. It was probably
the same thing that attracted any Pokémon Trainer to their starting Pokémon. Probably.
Maybe. Possibly.
Suddenly, the door bell rang. Dylan ran to the door, opening it, to find Shawn
standing there.
"I heard you got a Mew!" Shawn said, with an amazed tone.
"SHHH! He's sleeping. Come on in." He said in a whisper.
"Where is he?"
You may be wondering who Shawn is. Well, Shawn is a trainer that got his first
Pokémon when he was 10, a Pikachu. Since then he had become a Master. He had just
recently returned to home with only 5 more Pokémon to catch: Mew, Mewtwo, Zapdos,
Articuno, and Moltres. He was the only person in all of his small town that beat the Elite
Four.
On the other hand, Dylan had joined the local Pokémon School where he gained
badges for school work, not battling. He had gained all the badges with in 10 months, and
now he was the class president there. All he had to do was beat the Elite Four. And he'd
Become a Pokémon Master
"He's on my bed, SLEEPING!"
"Oh, heh, sorry." Shawn said, finally whispering.
They crept into his bedroom, slowly, and saw Mew sleeping there, peacefully and
happily.
"It's so cute!"
"I know."
They left the room, gently closing the door.
"So when are you planning on beating the Elite Four?"
"As soon as Mew grows up. You had to have seen how small he was. He's just a
baby. Right now, he is a newborn. I'm going to start training him soon, but not to soon."
"Oh, good plan."
Suddenly, his Pikachu jumped onto his shoulder with the area around his mouth
red with ketchup.
"I didn't know Pik- oh, Shawn, don't you ever feed that guy?" Dylan said in
disgust, seeing the ketchup.
"Oh, well, Pikachu seems to love your ketchup. I fed him right before he came
over."
Dylan laughed, patting Pikachu's head. "Well, you are a very bad Pikachu."
Suddenly, Shawn's prototype of the PokéGear started ringing. Shawn picked it up
quickly, remembering Mew was asleep.
"Yeah mom, be right home." Shawn said, hanging up. "I got to go home. That
reminds me, where's your mom?"
"I'm not really sure. I bet she's just at the Poké Center, working. I'll go down and
tell her about Mew."
"Cool, bye Dylan!"
"See ya Shawn!"
After Shawn left, Dylan walked into the room to find Mew starting to wake up
himself.
"Oh, well hello there Mew. We're about to leave, but I bet you're hungry."
He picked up Mew and sat him on his shoulder, walking into the kitchen. When
he got into the kitchen he went to the refregirator and found some milk. He couldn't
find a bottleso he just put it in one of those no spill cup things.
"Here you go Mew." He said, handing it to him.
With that, he walked out of the house, and started towards the Pokémon Center. It
was a long walk, but it would be nice to get acquainted with Mew. As he walked, he
talked with Mew, asking him some things, telling him about himself, but of course never
getting any answers but Mew, mew mew MEEEEEW! but that was just great, he thought
Mew knew what he was talking about.
He eventually got to the Pokémon Center, and found his mom sorting Poké Balls
by type.
"Hey, mom, you'll never guess what I got!"
"Oh sure I will. You got a Mew."
"Wow, how'd you guess?"
She stuck a tape into the local VCR, and he saw one of the News Reporters
talking. His mom fast-forwarded it to where there was suddenly a picture of Mew, lying
down, trembling like crazy, and a News Reporter talking.
"Today, there was an amazing discovery. A Mew was found." The Reporter went
on awhile, and finally got to, "Professor Marcop has decided to give the Mew to this
young boy," Dylan's picture appeared, "Dylan."
His mom ejected the tape and went back to sorting Poké Balls. "That's how."
Dylan laughed and walked out of the Pokémon Center, starting the walk back
home.
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Now you understand how the journey began. Now you understand why this is a
legend. But what you don't understand is what happens next. And you have a very good
reason for it. I haven't told you. Well, maybe you do know what happens, you might of
already heard this story. But have you heard the truth?
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Okay, that was fun! If you want me to write a sequel I'll have to have 10 positive
reviews! Flames are fine too! Beware, if I do write a sequel it's not guaranteed to be
this good. I was in a REALLY good writing mood when I wrote this.
don't sue me for writing this.
Author's Note: Please R/R! Flames, praises, anything! (Praises preferred.) ' means the
character is thinking
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was the late afternoon when it began. You ask what? Simple, the greatest
legend of all time. It starts out with a young boy, the age of 12, who was just relaxing,
watching TV. Now I beware you. Before your read this, you must understand. This story,
is true. It actually, now, in the world of Pokémon, is an amazing campfire story which is
now being written down, in its entirety, in full truth, for all to know. Now, please just sit
back, relax, and read the story, the adventure, of the boy who changed the world, and
fought the greatest battle on earth.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"We'll be right back after these messages!"
"Oh, dumb commercials." Dylan got up to get a snack when the phone started
ringing. "JEEZ! Why can't I just relax?!"
He walked over to the phone, and checked to see who it was. "Hmmm... Professor
Marcop. I wonder why he's calling." When he picked up the phone, Marcop sounded
exasperated. "Dylan! You'll never believe this! Hurry down to the lab! I think I have a
Pokémon you might want to start training!"
"YES! Finally!" He couldn't believe how lucky he was.
See, he was 12, but when he took the test at 10, he got the best score ever
recorded, a perfect. You may think that that's simple, but the test to become a Pokémon
Trainer is so hard that the average would give you a F on any other test. The closest that
had ever come to a perfect was a -5, until then.
Well, you say, woopedy doo! What's your point? He should still have a Pokémon.
Well, when he passed, they gave him the choice of either starting out with almost any
Pokémon he wanted, or, getting some Pokémon that had never been studied before. You
can guess what he chose.
He ran down to the lab and was amazed to see a huge crowd of people. He tried to
push his way through, but it was hard. He eventually mad his way to the front with a few
bruises and saw Marcop standing in the front. When he saw Dylan, he motioned for him
to follow.
"I tried to be the first person to get to the phone when we found the Pokémon, but
my assistants beat me to it. They apparently called their friends, he called theirs, and it
just kept going, and going, and going, and going, and going, and going, and going, and
going, and going"
He was hit on the head by Dylan who said, "I get the picture, you where saying?"
"Oh, sorry, follow me."
He had been in the lab before. You see, he was one of the Professor's assistants,
but he could barely recognize it. He saw maps, millions of them, e-mail posts taped to
walls, computers running searches, everywhere! Then he saw the thing that explained it
all.
"OH MY GOSH!" His eyes grew bigger than saucers.
"Yes, that's it. That's why we have maps. That's why we have a crowd. THAT is
Mew. And he's yours, if you accept."
"Oh, OF COURSE I ACCPET! That, that is THE Mew! But, well, I know he's
small, but that small?"
"Well, he's a baby. Just born. We have no idea why, it must mean one of three
things. Either there are two other Mews on the Earth, Mews are born pregnant, or he's
just here because he's here."
He walked over to the Mew who looked scared, very scared. It was the most
amazing thing he had ever seen. So small, so innocent, yet so much hidden power. He
couldn't contain himself, it just looked so scared. He picked it up gently, oh so gently,
and petted it. It was trembling, it was trembling hard, but as soon as it felt someone who
cared, it almost immediately stopped trembling and relaxed.
Marcop couldn't believe it. They had been trying to calm it down sense they
caught it. 'We already knew he had the intelligence of a Pokémon Master, and now we
see that he has what matters even more. Something that all the intelligence in the world
couldn't replace. It's almost a sixth sense, but it isn't a sense. It's something only a few
have, and something no words can explain. It doesn't even have a name. But what ever it
is, he has it.'
It had been an hour since he had taken Mew home. Mew was just lying
down, sleeping, seemingly at peace. 'This is amazing. At last... a Pokémon. AND it was
even a Mew!' But, it was something other than that attracted him to Mew. It was probably
the same thing that attracted any Pokémon Trainer to their starting Pokémon. Probably.
Maybe. Possibly.
Suddenly, the door bell rang. Dylan ran to the door, opening it, to find Shawn
standing there.
"I heard you got a Mew!" Shawn said, with an amazed tone.
"SHHH! He's sleeping. Come on in." He said in a whisper.
"Where is he?"
You may be wondering who Shawn is. Well, Shawn is a trainer that got his first
Pokémon when he was 10, a Pikachu. Since then he had become a Master. He had just
recently returned to home with only 5 more Pokémon to catch: Mew, Mewtwo, Zapdos,
Articuno, and Moltres. He was the only person in all of his small town that beat the Elite
Four.
On the other hand, Dylan had joined the local Pokémon School where he gained
badges for school work, not battling. He had gained all the badges with in 10 months, and
now he was the class president there. All he had to do was beat the Elite Four. And he'd
Become a Pokémon Master
"He's on my bed, SLEEPING!"
"Oh, heh, sorry." Shawn said, finally whispering.
They crept into his bedroom, slowly, and saw Mew sleeping there, peacefully and
happily.
"It's so cute!"
"I know."
They left the room, gently closing the door.
"So when are you planning on beating the Elite Four?"
"As soon as Mew grows up. You had to have seen how small he was. He's just a
baby. Right now, he is a newborn. I'm going to start training him soon, but not to soon."
"Oh, good plan."
Suddenly, his Pikachu jumped onto his shoulder with the area around his mouth
red with ketchup.
"I didn't know Pik- oh, Shawn, don't you ever feed that guy?" Dylan said in
disgust, seeing the ketchup.
"Oh, well, Pikachu seems to love your ketchup. I fed him right before he came
over."
Dylan laughed, patting Pikachu's head. "Well, you are a very bad Pikachu."
Suddenly, Shawn's prototype of the PokéGear started ringing. Shawn picked it up
quickly, remembering Mew was asleep.
"Yeah mom, be right home." Shawn said, hanging up. "I got to go home. That
reminds me, where's your mom?"
"I'm not really sure. I bet she's just at the Poké Center, working. I'll go down and
tell her about Mew."
"Cool, bye Dylan!"
"See ya Shawn!"
After Shawn left, Dylan walked into the room to find Mew starting to wake up
himself.
"Oh, well hello there Mew. We're about to leave, but I bet you're hungry."
He picked up Mew and sat him on his shoulder, walking into the kitchen. When
he got into the kitchen he went to the refregirator and found some milk. He couldn't
find a bottleso he just put it in one of those no spill cup things.
"Here you go Mew." He said, handing it to him.
With that, he walked out of the house, and started towards the Pokémon Center. It
was a long walk, but it would be nice to get acquainted with Mew. As he walked, he
talked with Mew, asking him some things, telling him about himself, but of course never
getting any answers but Mew, mew mew MEEEEEW! but that was just great, he thought
Mew knew what he was talking about.
He eventually got to the Pokémon Center, and found his mom sorting Poké Balls
by type.
"Hey, mom, you'll never guess what I got!"
"Oh sure I will. You got a Mew."
"Wow, how'd you guess?"
She stuck a tape into the local VCR, and he saw one of the News Reporters
talking. His mom fast-forwarded it to where there was suddenly a picture of Mew, lying
down, trembling like crazy, and a News Reporter talking.
"Today, there was an amazing discovery. A Mew was found." The Reporter went
on awhile, and finally got to, "Professor Marcop has decided to give the Mew to this
young boy," Dylan's picture appeared, "Dylan."
His mom ejected the tape and went back to sorting Poké Balls. "That's how."
Dylan laughed and walked out of the Pokémon Center, starting the walk back
home.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Now you understand how the journey began. Now you understand why this is a
legend. But what you don't understand is what happens next. And you have a very good
reason for it. I haven't told you. Well, maybe you do know what happens, you might of
already heard this story. But have you heard the truth?
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Okay, that was fun! If you want me to write a sequel I'll have to have 10 positive
reviews! Flames are fine too! Beware, if I do write a sequel it's not guaranteed to be
this good. I was in a REALLY good writing mood when I wrote this.
