The Story of Silver Ketchum
Ch. 9-The Mysterious Birthday Gift
Mew yawned itself awake. Finding her master still asleep and unable to release any of her other pals from their Pokéballs, Mew rummaged around in Silver's backpack, looking for something to do. Silver's Pokédex, Albert, flopped out of the bag and opened, automatically activating itself.
"Ping the date is July 12 Ping the time is 7:52 and three seconds Ping no pokémon to identify Ping enter authorization code to access other features …10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1. User has failed authorization. Beginning alarm. BREEE! BREEE! BREEE!"
"Mew!" Mew squeaked in surprise at the pokedexes loud outburst. Silver and Jacen were jerked awake by the alarm, which Silver quickly shut off.
Later that morning, Silver was hit by a revelation. Just as she was about to send Mew after a wandering Vileplume, she remembered what day it was.
"My god, I can't believe that I forgot it was my birthday!"
The Vileplume scurried away, but Silver didn't really care.
"You forgot that it was your birthday?!" Jacen sat next to where the stunned Silver had slid to the ground.
"I can't believe it. But it is. July 12. I'm fourteen now."
"Man, I wish you had told me. I'd have bought something in Pewter. Hey, wait a minute…" Jacen dived into his backpack.
He pulled out a small object, the size of a flat, asymmetrical golf ball. He grinned. "I knew this would come in handy sometime." Jacen ceremoniously handed it to Silver. "Happy Birthday!"
Silver gasped in awe. The stone Jacen had given her was unlike anything she had ever seen. Smooth and cool to the touch, inside its glasslike surface was a shimmering, silver-gray mist. The mist flowed and mover as if it were fog contained within the shiny stone. "It's beautiful," she breathed.
"I have no idea what it is," Jacen continued, "It looks like an evolution stone, but it doesn't seem to do anything to any pokémon I've tried it on. It just appeared in my backpack after I left Celadon."
Meanwhile, Mew had taken a definite interest in the stone. Suddenly she grabbed it from her owner, tail-whipped it into the air, and fixated an intense gaze upon it. The stone seemed to float, and suddenly a bolt of light appeared from it, bathing Mew in its glow. As it plopped to the ground, Mew's body continued to glow, and now Mew had taken a new form, stretching taller than Jacen or Silver. Mew's arms and legs stretched into powerful limbs, her tail thickened, balancing her now kangaroo-like form. Mew had become a Mewtwo.
Hello, Silver. An eerie tingle ran through both Silver and Jacen. Mew/Mewtwo's psychic voice was unlike anything they had ever heard. I am not truly Mewtwo. I am only the form, the essence of one. I have not the personality of him. This stone is the legendary Mist Stone. Mewtwo had vowed to destroy it, but his reform prevented him from ever doing any more harm. I will soon return to my original form, but I sense danger for us all. I am afraid Mewtwo is still alive, after all these years…now that we can communicate, your safety will be more guaranteed. This is my message to you: if ever I, in my Mew form, jump onto your backpack, Silver, please evolve me with the stone. I am afraid Mewtwo will attempt to harm the Stone's bearer, if only to destroy it. Mew again performed her evolution trick, but now shrank back to the body of a Mew.
This had truly shaken Jacen and Silver, but they continued to travel through the cave-riddled area outside of Cerulean City. That night, they decided to camp inside a cave at the foot of Mt. Moon. Just as their fire started, a crash from deep inside the cave caused Mew to jump hurriedly onto Silver's backpack. But Silver never even got a chance to open the pack.
All at once a large something smashed the extremely terrified Silver against the wall. Where is it? Tell me! Wait! Are you…no, it couldn't be…you are! You are the great granddaughter of that incorrigible Ash Ketchum! Well, where is it?!
"Wh-where's what?" Silver stared directly into the face of a Mewtwo-the Mewtwo, sorry.
TELL ME! Where is the Stone? Where did you get it? Must I destroy you, too? No…you do not know where it came from…it was only given to you…
Mewtwo released its psychic hold on Silver, who slid to the ground with a scared whimper. He glanced around, like a bloodhound on the scent. You…you are the one who held the Stone first…tell me who gave it to you…Mewtwo stared menacingly at Jacen.
"I-I don't know. It-it just appeared."
No. You're holding something back. I can sense it. Your thoughts give it away…tell me…tell me or it will be worse for you.
"Really, I-I don't know where it came from, believe me."
Mewtwo shook its head. It could sense a weakness in the human. The girl. You wouldn't want to see her hurt, destroyed…Mewtwo turned, fixated on a stalactite, cracking it with his psychic power. It hurtled toward Silver-and stopped, suspended by Mewtwo's sheer will. Silver gaped, paralyzed with fear. Tell me, human, or else!
Stop! Don't you dare hurt either of them!
Mew had finally opened Silver's backpack and used the Mist Stone.
Impostor! You have no power over me! Your ancestors tried to do as you are doing, tried to stop me and be the hero…I struck them all down. You have no control over my actions…
Mew glanced at the stalactite hanging precariously over Silver. It instantly crumbled into harmless dust. I don't?
What? How could you…impossible! How…
Your power is waning. The search for this stone has weakened you. If I allow you to destroy it, will you swear to forever leave humans in peace?
Yes…I see now that you are correct. I will promise as you ask.
Mew de-evolutionized one last time, and the mist stone floated toward Mewtwo. He glowed, and a huge blast of dark energy enveloped the stone, blasting it into a million microscopic pieces.
As the dust stirred by the attack cleared, it was apparent that Mewtwo had disappeared.
Later…
Silver toweled off her hair after a long shower at the Cerulean City Pokécenter. It felt good to be back in civilization again. Spotting a long white box on her bedside table, she curiously walked over and opened it. Inside was the most beautiful necklace Silver had ever beheld. A gold chain as fine as spider's silk, from which hung a tiny pendant in the shape of a Mew, perhaps a centimeter long, with a minuscule diamond eye. There was no tag, but there was really no need for one. "Thank you, Jacen," she whispered as she admired the gift in the mirror.
The End
To Be Continued, as usual
Well, what did you think? Too warm and fuzzy? TOUGH BEANS! I like it. Anyway, the next one will probably be a hilarious April Fool's Day one, so be prepared!