Hallo thar! XDD Bad english! mwee! This be the author with one of those cool authors notes! I was inspired to edit one of me old stories I was working on after reading a Star Fox fanfic on this very site: "The Past Story" by french-charlotte. If I ever get my own site set up (which might take a few years XP) It'll be on my list of MUST READS. good stuff, good stuff! Can't wait for the next update! D (FC, your work has forever been immortalized on someone else's fanfic! Be proud! D This Falco fangirl loves ya! X3 )

Lucky for you, that means I get to share my Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Story with, and get to vent some of the creative energy I have been storing up since I was... like 5 ; I first hosted this story on neopets, so I had to change some of the wording... did you know you can't write "a hole" or "bad as" on there? S My characters have bee digging "an hole" that's "bad like" the author has no clue how to use proper english (least not in meh aouthor notes )... and all because people abuse thouse phrases! I think I got most of those out, though... Also, no spell check on my laptop yet, but it's not a priority as I'm not the absolute worst speller (Spelling bee champ 5-8 grade 3 ) I will get one on eventually

I know this is a bad place to ramble on about... well, nothing, so I'll cut it off here... only after this little what I actually own... and totally don't

All pokemon, characters and Mystery Dungeon characters, the Pokemon mystery Dungeon Game, senario, music (if you hum it while reading the story and sumsuch) and lots of that stuff all belong to their respective owners... Nitendo and the pokemon company, and any of the others I can't really think of... G.G All I really own is basically the personality of the charachters... even though The main two charachters have different features, they are still pokemon, and thus I cannot claim them X( Darn...

And now for the reason you're probably here:

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The smell of the salty sea filled the air. It wasn't the warmest beach, but it certainly wasn't cold. Rays of sunshine beamed down warm and bright. The waves were crashing against the nearby rocks, and the water rising up and down, slowly eroding the newly made trail leading from the ocean. A tiny, orange lizard lay face down on the ground, unmoving, but still breathing. His tiny fingers curled up into a fist and were pulled back to the lizards sides. He pushed up in order to lift his body in preperation of standing up, but he fell back down, too tired from his long swim. He laid there and fell into a light sleep.

His dreams were filled with nothing but nightmares. A castle being attacked. Walls falling in, and stones crushing nearby guards and other unlucky castle dwellers. And two guards, one in front and one behind, running, trying to find a way to escape, a way to get their prince to safety...and the young prince between them. He had been watching, through the window in his room, the dark army approaching the castle. But the comfort and false sense of security in the fortified castle had made him unaware of the real threat of this invasion. It wasn't until a guard came knocking at his door, yelling something to another guard about keeping the prince out of the witches clutches that he realized something was wrong. The young prince was grabbed and dragged out and through the halls, the guards being as careful as they could to avoid falling debris, while still maintaining a hurried pace.

They had managed to find their way through the chaotic castle and down to a dead end room with a table, chair, and decript old bookcase in the very back. Together, the two guards pushed the bookcase aside to reveal an old, elaboratley decorated door, rusted from age. It took both guards to push the door open enough to let their small prince through. Though the two guards had no time left as a steel Serpant, who had been one of the attacking army's member came barreling into the rooming, swinging it's heavy tail at the escapees, trying to block off their path. The guards had little time to argue over their next course of action. The older of the two gave orders to the prince...

Go to the docks, stow away on a ship, Get as far away from this country as possible, Don't worry about us, we'll find you later...

The two guards pushed the prince through and told he to run and flee the country, that they would catch up with him. He did as he was told, running down towards the docks, and finding a boat that had just finished making preparations to leave... the prince had managed to sneak on and find a place below deck to hide away. He had managed to stay hidden for quite a long time, stealing little bits of food when he could get them, but not so much that he would be caught. And he managed to stay cleverly hidden until a Charmeleon on board had found him, and soon the sailors had thrown him overboard. He couldn't really swim that well, and was floundering for his life. The ship continued on, leaving the stowaway to his fate. There was land nearby, and after the prince began to get some control over his swimming he began to make his way towards that piece of sanctuary...land...

The orange lizard opened his eyes a few hours later. He was still in pain, but it was not nearly as bad as before. He was at least able to sit himself up. He looked around. This beach was mostly empty, save for a few trees. And a rock near one of the trees... not really much else. He looked up and saw a large, frosty mountain in the distance. Maybe if he got up there he could see where he was... He got up and began to walk around the beach, looking for someway up the cliffs that enclosed the small beach. After about an hour of looking, he finally gave up and plopped himself on that single rock he saw earlier. He began to think of what he should do now. He could maybe take a bit of a swim around to see if maybe there was another way up... but he decided this would be a last resort idea... the thought of swimming really didn't apeal too much to him at the moment. What if the cliffs went all the way around the island? But...what else could he do? With no food or water, he wouldn't be able to last very long...

"YE-OW!" the tiny lizard jumped up in shock. The rock he was sitting on moved! But how?! He bent over to examine the rock a little closer... there were six holes alround the sides of it! A little turquoise head popped out of one of them. The little orange lizard jumped back. Apparently he hadn't been sitting on a rock at all, but some sort of turtle shell!

"I'm so sorry, Squirtle! I didn't mean to bother you!" he quickly apologised. The little turquoise head groggily looked his direction, and a pair of arms and legs came out of the shell, also.

"Wha... Squirtle?" The tiny turtle answered sleepily, "My name's not Squirtle... it's Monica..."

"I'm sorry... I just figured that since you were a squirtle..." the orange lizard said sheepishly.

"Wha? I'm not a squirtle... I human!" The tiny turtle looked at the little lizard with a stern face that soon after reflected shock "HA-AH! Y-y-...You're a charmander?!"

The little lizard looked confused, "Of course I'm a charmander... My name's Charming! Prince of the Fire Kingdom!" the charmander laughed.

"What's going on?! Pokemon don't talk!" the squirtle asked confused. She brought her hands to the side of her head and shook it left and right, trying to wake herself up from this really weird dream.

"But you're a pokemon... and you can talk..." Charming tried to reason, now interested in this incredibly odd pokemon.

"I am not a pokemon! I'm human!" the squirtle shouted at him.

"But you look like a squirtle in every way... and...um... here, do this," Charming held out his claws in front of his face and flexed them.

"Why would I want to do that?" Monica asked, a little more than annoyed with this guy who apparently only wanted to play games...

"Just do it!" the charmander urged.

"Fine..." the squirtle did exactly as Charming had done, sarcastically holding her hands out in front of her and flexing them, "But I still don't know what you're trying to pro--AAH!"

Monica jumped about three feet in the air it seemed, "WHA-- These aren't... m-my hands..."

"Are you okay?" Charming asked worriedly, but Monica didn't answer... she was too busy running up and down the beach.

"Ohmygawd, ohmygawd, ohmygawd, ohmygawd, ohmygawd, ohmygawd, ohmygawd--" she yelled, continuing to run back and forth, back and forth...

"Um..." Charming wasn't really sure how to react... this pokemon sure was weird. He stepped in front of the squirtle one of the times she came running back and caught her.

"I'm a squirtle!" she was bawling, not really aware of the charmander holding on to her.

"But you're a pretty squirtle," Charming tried to cheer her up, a kind smile on his face.

The squirtle glared at him and pushed out of his arms.

"I was just trying to be nice... gee, you're wierd," Charming said , "But I suppose that means you don't live around here, do you..."

Monica was baffled by the sudden change of topic, "No... I don't..."

"Oh well... I was hoping you did, so you could tell me how to get off this beach..." Charming looked a little downcast,"You see, I don't really got any other place to go..."

Monica couldn't help but look concerned, "What's wrong"

"Well, you see, My country came under attack," he explained, "and to get away, I had to stow away on a ship. But they found me and threw me overboard..."

"That's awful!" Monica replied, "So you're trying to get back home?"

"Yeah... but first I need to get off this beach..., " the charmander pointed at the cliff surrounding the beach, "I already looked around the area... there's no way up the cliffs on this beach, but I thought that maybe there might be a way if I could swim around the edge... that there might be another way up off this beach... but I can't really swim all that well... and I'm still awfully tired..."

"I can help!" Monica offered excitedly, "I'm a pretty good swimmer! I can probably carry ya too! I took lifeguard classes a couple of years ago! It should be no problem!"

"Lifegaurd?" Charming raised a brow, "What's that?"

"Well, It's when a person is drowning and--" Monica began.

"Well, whatever! I'm glad you'll help!" he smiled at her. He kinda liked this pokemon. She was really nice!

The two pokemon had walked to the far left end of the beach, and Monica had hopped in the water. But it was weird for her... Her squirtle body was built better for swimming than her human body was, but it was still unfamiliar... she had to get used to it a bit... It wasn't much later that she told Charming he'd be better off clinging to her shell, than to have her carry him with her tiny arms. Soon they were off, swimming around the edge, trying to find a way up.

"Over there!" Charming pointed to a sloping area of rock not too far away. Monica swam over to it, and Charming jumped off, trying to drag a now weary Monica up onto the rocks so she wouldn't float away.

"That... was rough... guess a couple of years since bein' a lifeguard is a really long time..." she said wearily. She looked up at the nearby, frost-covered mountain, raising a hand and pointing "Is that where you're headed?"

"Yup." the charmander confirmed, "I'm hoping if I can get up there, I can see quite a ways around and maybe try to find out where I am..."

"Sounds like a plan," The weary squirtle smiled, "Mind if I tag along?"

Charming smiled back, "Sure!"

He had hoped he wouldn't have to make this trip alone... Not after meeting his new friend...

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End chapter one! tell me what ya think! Submit a review! It'd be totally appreciated! D Tell me what I can fix, and I'll be totally ecstatic! I may even huggle you! or glomp... depends on the mood.. is totally serious

A shout out to meh guild homies! Hey, guys! XDD I got my worked published! neato!