I'm back! This is rather exciting, cuz I'm usually a really lazy person, but I've made a vow to actually get this project done! Woo hoo! Anyways, the first few chapters of this story are probably gonna be kinda boring... mainly cuz there's no Ben yet *sob*. But I'm really gonna try my best! Oh, and if I get a lot of reviews, I may throw a bonus chapter in soon (okay... it's probably gonna get in anyways, but I love getting reviews! They make me feel so loved!) and it's gonna be pretty epic. Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Misha doesn't own Pokemon. For reals. Don't worry, she was just as surprised as you are.
Summer was quickly snapped back into reality by the freezing water of the ocean. Luckily, she had always loved swimming, and was rather good at it, though her clothes were weighing her down and she was still reeling from the long drop into the ocean. Looking around, however, she realized that she couldn't see any land, and she began to panic. "I'm going to die," she thought, though the thought still wasn't fully registering. "Oh my god... I'm going to die!"
Warning! Warning! Your Styler has fallen off... war...wa...rning... bzzttt... re-attach the style... r... bzzztttt... -
Startled, Summer glanced at her wrist and saw that the styler's vocal system was right, her capture styler had broken off during the fall! Glancing down, she thought she saw a faint glint sinking down into the ocean. Taking a deep breath, she dove down after it, hoping she could catch up to it quickly.
Underwater, Summer opened her eyes, and was glad to see the styler lying safely on a rock jutting out from the seafloor. Swimming quickly down, she noticed a Mantyke nearby, also focused on the shiny styler. She tried to cry out, but all that came out were bubbles and a slight gurgling sound, and she had also used up a lot of her air supply. The Mantyke still swam to the styler, picking it up in its mouth and carrying it deeper.
Summer started freaking out. She was underwater, losing air rapidly, and her styler was being carried swiftly deeper by the Mantyke. Instinct took over, and she swam as quickly as she could, chasing the pokemon. Soon, however, she began feel her oxygen running out, and she was losing hope until she saw the Mantyke drop the styler and flee, looking terrified. Summer swam faster, reaching her styler and picking it up off a stone dais. Entranced, she stared at the colors and patterns on the stone, forgetting about needing oxygen and about the Mantyke that had fled. She was slowly losing consciousness, without even realizing it, until she heard her styler again.
Warning! War...ning! A s...strong current approoooooaches! Get... bzzttttt... get... -
The voice brought Summer back, and she looked around until she saw a huge black shape in the water that was moving quickly towards her. All around it, pokemon were fleeing, and the sea was filled with their cries. Summer, weak from her lack of oxygen, swam up to the surface as fast as she could, black spots clouding her vision. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was seeing the black shape looming ahead and being swept away by the current. "Ben...I'm sorry," she thought, and closed her eyes.
The sun shone brightly on Dolce island, reflecting off of the clear water and illuminating the pure white sand of the beach. The island was a quiet paradise, filled only with the sounds of pokemon and the waves crashing on the beach. Suddenly, the harsh sounds of engines filled the air as a fleet of aircraft flew to the island, crashing through the trees and passing over a girl lying in the sand at the waters edge.
Summer woke up with the sun in her eyes, water gently lapping over her feet. She groggily opened her eyes, and tried to sit up, only to collapse with exhaustion. Lying still, she tried to remember what had happened, only remembering being in the water and suddenly realizing that she had survived. Turning her head, she took in her surroundings, seeing only a vast expanse of sand and some palm trees in the distance. Coughing, she finally sat up, brushing sand off her clothes.
"Uhh... where am I?" she asked out loud, still groggy and confused. She didn't know where she was or how she had gotten there, but now all she think of was Ben, and she prayed that he was all right.
Ok... so this chapter kinda sucks. I'm trying to get through the beginning of the story as quickly as possible cuz I really wanna get to the part where Ben comes back. ^.^ So sorry that it's kinda boring and long, I promise that it's gonna get better! Please review!