Blazing Pathway, Freezing Sky

Chapter 1

The Path Less Traveled

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Disclaimers: Pokemon isn't mine, just the fake names and locations I made up in this story

Llolia nor Solarite are my ideas either, its Jagex's, I just thought it would sound cool as a region and ore.

And I'm going to say ash is 14, not 10, even though he was invented at age 10 around 12 years ago -.-

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Ash woke up to the call of the stupid alarm clock at 5:30 AM. It was time for his journey to begin anew.

It had been three months since Dawn had left to go pursue her dream of being the best Pokemon coordinator the Hoenn championships, and this time Ash was planning to travel only with Brock to the Llolia region, a foreign one across the ocean that was said to house some rare Pokemon, and even possibly a new legendary…

Ash was ready.

Upon going downstairs, he was immediately and without warning grabbed in a backbreaking hug by his mom. Again. She had been doing that all week, and his back couldn't take much more.

"Comon Mom! I'm not a baby anymore! I need to get ready for Llolia!" Ash gasped out, eventually getting let of his mother's death-grip hug.

"Well, you had better start getting ready then! Your plane leaves at noon, and Brock will be waiting there for you at the Airport." Delia Ketchum said to her son. She then noticed that he was sleeping in a standing up position, with his head leaning backwards and small snores emitting from his mouth. Ash wasn't an early bird.

"Well, if you want to play it that way.." Ash's mom sighed, grabbing something that she knew she would need. "Then you can have your bath now, sleepyhead.", Throwing the pail of ice cold water all over Ash.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!", yelled a very cold, wet fourteen year old. What a way to start a new journey.

An hour later, ash was ready. He was dressed in a new outfit, a habit he had acquired from doing so every region. He had gone back to the original hat he had won in that contest so long ago, his pants similar to the last two sets, except dark black, as well as the same shirt, except with red stripes in place of the yellow ones. He had 12 pokeballs, including Pikachu's only-used-once one, to last throughout the first few weeks of his travel through Llolia.

At 6:30, Pikachu was still snoring away, and ash, not being the brightest tool in the shed, grabbed Pikachu, hoisted him up into the air, and yelled "Time for Llolia!!!"

For the second time in that day, Ash let out another large yell and received a very large thunderbolt to the face. Luckily, he had invested into his clothes for once, and they could conduct electricity into the ground. Less pain = good, were the thoughts of Ash when he was saving up his money to buy little conductors to put in his underwear.

Outside, Professor Oak was waiting with Delia to see the two off. All of Ash's Pokemon save for Pikachu were safely crowding up Oak's lab and yard, giving Oak more to worry about.

It was time for Ash to go, and he got one last ruffle of the hair by Oak and three more death hugs from his mom, and off he went, with the message fresh in his mind to communicate more often, as both of the adults drilled into his head.

Freedom and the thrill of adventure was soaring in the air all around Ash and Pikachu, giving them both a reason to run along the path towards the bus.

As Ash walked along, the earth seemed to shift. The wind shifted, blowing some autumn leaves in front of Ash, giving a very dramatic feel. Then the sun rose with astonishing agility, shining a beacon of light straight into Ash's eyes, leaving him seeing stars. Unfortunately, you can guess what happened from here.

With himself temporarily blinded, he accidentally tripped over a loose stone, falling towards a bike rack. One became dislodged, and managed to roll over Pikachu's tail. This triggered one of the most natural reactions in the great mouse-type Pokemon. Thunderbolt the crud out of whatever just flattened his tail.

So, with electricity charged up greatly from not using much for three months, a great thunderbolt with nearly as much power that fried the Pokemon center four years ago, hit the bike and it soared upwards.

Up, up, up it went, then down, down, down… straight into a gas pump.

To put it shortly, there was not much left of the bike or the gas station by the time the explosion had died out. He would find out later that the gas station was due to be destroyed anyway, so that was a relief.

All of a sudden, a tinkling noise came from across the street. A certain girl came out of it holding a single shopping bag.

Ash wished he started his journey tomorrow.

With superhuman speed, Misty grabbed the handle of her fried bike, and now that Ash could look at it in focus, clearly had a blackened price tag on it.

For the third time that day, and in less then three hours for that matter, Ash got to scream again.

It looked like Misty was going to follow along again, ending his girl-less trip. -.-.

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On the Island of Twilight, Drake felt that change was to come, and that the one he had been guarding since he became of age might be able to break the prison of its own making, and be able to smell fresh air and see the warm sun again.

He shook his head however. It was just a feeling.

So, starting up a whistling tune with his lipless mouth, Drake went back to extracting Solarite from the stone.

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Hi readers!

This is my first story, so rate and say what you liked/didn't like!

And thank you Winter (wintermoon13, winter sounds cooler tho :p) for giving my inspiration to write with from your friendliness

Sorry for it being so short... Its hard to tell what it looks like on word .

-Xaviertrix