Title: Dreams are Reality
Prologue
Dean Harrison was a young boy at that time when the truth that was passed on for generations after generations was let on to him...
Dean had always had an immense dream of being a scientist, who studied odd and strange creatures. He was seventeen years old with big glacial blue eyes and raven hair. He was considered to be the most curious and smart guy out of his three other brothers. His whole life changed when the family secret was passed onto him. It all started like this...
He woke up from a deep slumber. He could feel his eyelids drooping with sleep but he had heard something that night. He was usually a very light sleeper.
Could the air conditioner be switched off?
Dean could hear distant but faint snores coming from his elder brother's room. Now, he knew that Dan snored although he usually denied it. He tugged aside his blankets and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He got up and went over to the window. And that was when he heard it. He heard footsteps. Slippery footsteps.
It was not coming from outside but outside his bedroom door! Then, he heard voices. A male, a female and an odd sound.
Am I imagining...or what?
Dean rubbed his eyes, furiously and pinched himself.
He winced at the pain and moved stealthily over to the door. He placed his ear on the door and waited quietly for more sounds.
I really must be imagining things!
He shook his head and then scrambled back into bed.
Poor Dean...he did not know that something was amiss. That voices he heard was actually true. If only he had heard harder...
The next day was a wet and gloomy one. Dean sat on the couch with a magazine and a fresh mug of hot coffee.
"Aren't you going out with the rest of us for dinner? "Mrs. Natalie Harrison, his mother asked, as she fastened another earring onto her left ear.
"No, mum. I'll order some pizza or something. I really need to work on that Science modeling project. I truly need to win the prize. "Dean told his mother. "I'll be just fine. Don't worry about me. "
"Okay, "his mother sighed and followed her husband out the door.
Soon, the rumble of the car engine was heard and they were gone.
Just then, he heard a shuffling noise upstairs. He could hear it quite clearly.
What was that?
He got up, heart thumping wildly in his chest, and made his way to the stairs.
"Grandpa? "he called. "Is that you? "
No answer. Everything was silent including the shuffling that had stopped.
He started to climb the steps, carefully.
One...two...three...four...seven...ten
With each step he took, his heart thumped wilder.
"Grandpa? "he called again.
Still no reply. Nothing.
He continued to edge closer to his grandfather's room. He could hear soft but rapid footsteps pacing the floor.
He pushed open the door and rushed in, eyes scanning the room wildly.
He saw something, which turned his blood cold...
"Wh-what are you? "Dean managed in a soft but weak whisper as his knees turned to jelly and he sank to the floor. The creature, he was looking at, was a cat. Rather a violet cat with a red charm in between a pair of darker shade of mauve eyes. It took no notice of him but continued cleaning its body with its red tongue. All of a sudden, Dean felt strange as he watched the creature. Tears of fear ran down his cheeks as he struggled to move.
All he wanted to do was to get out of the room and out of the house.
There must be more of this purple cat in here.
Just then, the purple cat switched its piercing gaze at him. It screeched, warningly, and its beautiful coat of fur bristled on ends as if preparing to attack. Dean just sat there, making no move, defenseless. The cat moved towards him with great caution and began to surround him. Fear took over his body and he stood there shaking uncontrollably. After a moment, the air lost its tension.
Plucking up his courage, he reached out and patted the creature's head, gently.
The cat purred softly and rubbed its head against Dean's arm.
"Wh-what the hell? "a voice behind them hollered. Dean immediately spun around. It was Grandpa!
"Grandpa! "Dean stammered. The old man quickly placed a finger to his lips and closed the door.
"What are you doing here? I thought you and the others left for dinner? "Dean asked his grandfather, confused.
"Shh, I was out back feeding my pokemon- " the old man started but was cut off by Dean.
"Pokemon? What are they? And what is this purple cat? "Dean demanded, seriously.
"Oh, that's Espeon, a certain cat pokemon, " explained Grandpa, with an amused smile.
"Okay...and you mean that there are more of this Pokemon thingies? "Dean asked, bemused.
"Yes, it's been the Harrison's secret passed down from generations to generations. Only the chosen ones are allowed to keep and control these pokemon. "The old man told Dean, patiently.
"You mean that there are more of this pokemon? "Dean asked.
"More than you can ever imagine, "his grandfather answered, simply.
"So...you are saying that I am- "Dean could not continue anymore as he was filled with shock.
"The chosen one is indeed you, "The old man finished.