Why am I doing this? Hey Wargrass here and here is chapter 3. I have no idea what will be in this chapter, so let's just hope it is good.
"AHHHHHHHH" announced Ash at the top of his lungs.
"Ashton?" Leaf proceeded to the the young male, hugging him to calm Ash down. "Are you alright now?"
He nodded, mesmerized by Pika, not looking away for a second.
"What did the child from your dream look like?"
"Why must you know?"
Ashton finally looked away from Pika and stated, "I just need to."
"Skinny, young, colorless except his hair that appeared to be the color of a wishcass."
"He aloud me to understand Pika."
"Grandfather, you hit him too hard."
"And that is the end." Ashton told the two.
"I am sorry sir, but it is somewhat hard to believe." There apparent grandfather said to the boy.
"How can I prove it?"
"I am not sure... Unless." A brilliant concoction popped into Oak's head. "Honey, please go and tell your beast something and then whisper it to me." Oak pleasantly asked Leaf.
"Why sir?"
"Evidence."
She then nodded and did as requested. Telling the two. Sadly he can't hear me or else I could have told him myself, yeah instead it is just you guys... this isn't awkward at all... so, you like pokemon?
As Ash learned what Leaf had told the growlithe, conflict finally arrived.
*Ponyta neighing a cry of pain in which Ash did not want to translate* "Oh no, someone's here." Squeaked Oak.
Leaf got in front of Ash to protect him, but nothing could protect him from the cries of so many innocent creatures, Ash was being tortured by his own gift. "No!" He scearmed. "Stop it, stop it now!" The 10 year old cried out in pain, feeling everything these beasts were feeling. "It-t hURts, PLEasE NoW. AHHHGGGGHEHHEGG!" Black out.
