Abigail Kaori Christelle
Where Am I? - 3
"Now, let's see…" I took a moment to recollect the next part.
"Hey, dad?" Aiko asked.
"What is it?"
"Nothing. So, after Abigail had explored the house..."
I walked out of the room that I decided was going to be mine. I opened the fourth room. The key repeated its procedure. I gaped at the sight of a hallway behind the door. Whoa, this house is bigger than it looks! There were eight doors, four on each side. They looked like this inside: -
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After that, I asked Lugia, "Am I to stay here?"
"Yes," he replied, "And soon you will learn to summon the portals on your own."
Then he opened up another portal. I assumed it was to enter the first world, and stepped in. I recall falling from a height of 53 kilometers before I blacked out.
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I woke up to find that I was in a clinic of some sort. A woman with soft red hair and a white-and-pink nurse's uniform entered the room.
"Oh!" she appeared to be startled, but regained her composure quickly. "You're awake." She left the room only to come back a few seconds later with three people.
The first had on a white-and-red cap with a foreign logo over his messy, raven black hair. His eyes were blackish-brown, and his skin slightly tanned. He was wearing a white shirt with a blue vest and jeans with sneakers. The second was a head taller, and looked African. He wore an orange shirt with a green vest and dark brown pants. The third was a girl, about an inch taller than the raven haired kid. She had short, fiery red hair that she put in a side ponytail. She also wore a short-sleeved yellow shirt with overall jean-shorts and red-and-white sneakers. Well, here goes nothing…
Brock's Point Of View
We were walking, on our way to… oh, who am I kidding!? We're lost. Misty and Ash are fighting, as usual. An Eevee came up to us, pulling Misty's leg.
"What is it? Do you want us to follow you?" she asked. We followed it to a clearing.
"Oh my god!" Ash exclaimed. There was a girl lying there unconscious! "We have to get her to a Pokémon center, and fast!"
Misty's Point Of View
We took the girl to the nearest Pokémon center. Before long, Nurse Joy called us from the waiting room.
"Is she alright?" Ash asked.
"Yes."
"Do you know... who she is?" I asked.
"No. Why don't you come in and ask her yourself?"
So we went in. The girl that was sitting on the bed was…beautiful! She wore a sky blue shirt and jacket, that went with her sky blue eyes. She had brown hair and light brown skin. She also wore jeans. I was the first to speak.
"May I ask who you are?"
Abby's Point Of View
I tried to speak, but couldn't. Puzzled, I settled for writing on my notepad.
I wrote,
Please tell me who you are and where I am first.
The first one read it and replied, "You're at a Pokémon center. I'm Ash. This," he pointed to the tall one. "Is Brock. And this," He pointed to the redhead. "Is Misty. Who are you?"
I wrote,
My name is Abigail.
Misty asked, "Why won't you speak?"
I don't know, actually.
After writing this, I remembered when Lugia told me that some of my abilities would be limited. I erased my answer before Misty saw it, and wrote;
I've never been able to speak. It's a genetic defect.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have anywhere to go?" She asked me.
Well… I'll figure something out. And… what is that creature on Ash's shoulder?
They all appeared to be shocked.
Brock spoke up. "You mean you really… don't know what Pokémon are?!"
I'm afraid I don't.
Misty fainted.
"Well then... I know! We'll get Professor Oak to explain!" Brock said.
I agreed, and got off of the bed, only for a searing pain to rip through my left leg as soon as I put pressure on it. Ash helped me back on to the bed, and I smiled weakly at him in thanks.
"That settles it," Misty said. "You're traveling with us as soon as you're finished with your treatment." I tried to protest, but she wouldn't listen. And so, I found myself starting on a journey, unaware of the many adventures to come...
"That's all for tonight, kids!" I tucked them in.
"But dad!" they all chorused, disappointed.
"No." I spoke firmly. "If you'd like, I'll tell you the rest of the story tomorrow since it'll be a Saturday, but only if you all go to bed now!" I heard nothing but silence after that. Satisfied, I walked to the living room and took out a photo album of me and Abigail in our younger days.
Abby, I miss you...