Life is nothing more then a random coalition of moments. Sure, some of these moments are memorable and some situations treasured, they really don't mater in the long run. All we do is come into to being, go through a series bodily functions, then die. Yet as simple as it all can be, sometimes some things aren't explained by this simple logic. It is proclaimed that our personalities are not just some electric impulses in our brains but we have a soul. That soul then at our deaths travels to another place...



Ash opened wearily opened his eyes. He had been hit by something, something very hard.

Whatever had hit him had to be a very heavy object and something very dense he thought. His vision was very blurry, so decided to rub them to help clear his vision. He did and he about passed out from what he saw.

What he saw, was compounded by what he felt. He rolled to his left to try and get a better view of what he saw when he heard a crumpling sound. What he was on was something fine, in fact finer than most powders. He then looked down to see that he was rolling in sand. Not just any sands, but pristine and untouched sand.

It was incredible, he was on a beach, which would confirm the gorgeous sunset that he had seen. The sunset, made what he saw from the plane just a few days earlier look like finger paintings next to a Van Gogh or De Vinci. It was dotted with intricate colors, with flicks of odd colors everywhere. He could see shapes, honest to God shapes out in the clouds. The shapes seemed to look familiar, they were Pokemon. Ash looked harder at what he saw, and was able to identify a Pikachu, Muk, and Lapras.

Then the colors caught his eyes. The incredible shades of red, blue, and yellow danced delicately out on the horizon. They shifted, each one changing the shade a little bit every moment. What had once been a dark sky of the primary colors of had within thirty seconds transformed into a fireworks display of teals and neons.

Ash could have gazed out towards the horizon forever, when his brain kicked in, and went to work. He remembered having run everything through his head already, falling off the platform, getting trapped in vines, then black. Now the question was, where was he? This was a beautiful place but still the question had to be asked. Had Pikachu managed to beat Sandslash, and now he was on the World Tour, and had lost months of time? Was he dreaming, and he was still at the stadium with Pikachu electrocuting Sandslash? His brain was racing at top speed when something happened that would alter Ash's life forever.

Like all life-changing things, what would change the course of Ash's forever was just as simple as everything else. It was someone just contracting and relaxing the muscles in their face. Along with a series of complex sound enhancements through the human sound system, it would come out as talking. The word that changed Ash's life forever? It was just a simple "Hello"....



Ash froze with fear. That voice, that voice...it just couldn't be he thought to himself. Ash was always haunted by ghosts of some sort. He thought he had vanquished his only one left, his regret for leaving Misty. Now this one had to rear its ugly head, its painful and distressing head.

Ash had to make a choice. He had no idea where he was, and was trapped with one of his ghosts that he thought he had buried a very long time ago. That voice couldn't be faked, it was what he feared. Now he could face his nightmares, the endless decent into madness that had plagued his mind or he could run. He had come far in the past two days to be brought back into that pit of emotional hatred of yourself for something you did a long time ago. He began to turn to face what his nightmare had been for all those years.



Ash gritted his teeth, he had no choice, none at all. He was in a tropical paradise with that demon. One of those demons that doesn't just haunt you, but consumes you. It wraps itself across every fiber of your being and makes you destroy yourself for not being able to do anything. This was it, finally, he had to confront it.

He turned around, and stood up. Time locked itself into a incredibly slow motion as he stood up. He knew that fate was toying with him, for that was what it liked to do. Ash had always been tied to Fate, a relationship that always seemed to guide through what life threw his way. Fate had also seen the separation of himself from his friends and the decent into madness that had become his life. Now as it had toyed with him for five years, it was toying with him now.

He finally finished his ascent and turn, and saw what he had feared. It was him, after so many years, so many long nights of wondering. His eyes narrowed and he was overcome with a flurry of emotions. "It's you." he choked, his throat was almost swollen shut from shock.

"Hello Kiddo, welcome to Paradise." the man said. He looked the same as he had when Ash was nine. He was six feet and three inches with Ash's pitch black hair. You'd have thought that with a mother with bright red hair, Ash would have gotten something a little brighter than pitch black as a color.

"It has been a long time Dad..." he said, as the same questions filled his head that had years ago. Where were you? Are you OK? Did you make it? All were things he had though about before, but never thought he'd get a chance to ask. "Where are we? I thought your plane went down over the Central Pacific..." he said as it finally fell into place...the reason he was seeing his father was because he was dead.

Ash began to panic, although he knew it was pointless. He was dead, that explained it all. The beach, the sunset, the strange clouds....his father. He was in Heaven...and he had left behind everything he cared about...

Then he felt a hand come across his shoulders. It was bigger than he remembered, but he knew it was his father's. "Yeah, I did go down over the Central Pacific...and this is the Great Beyond." he said, being as blunt as possible.

"Then that means I'm dead..." Ash stammered.

"No, it's not your time. You still have a lot to do down there Kiddo. You have people to meet, places to see, and two people who love you very much down there." Ash's father said warmly.

"Mom and Misty right?" Ash asked his Dad.

"Yeah, the Big Guy wants for you and Misty to be together." His father said slowly, as he gazed out towards the sunset.

"Does that mean that Misty and I were destined to be together Dad?" Ash asked inquisitively, with his curiosity peaked.

"Well...no, but God does look for good people. Now...you have to go." He said, and headed back to where he had been as the beach faded into a mist. Everything faded into a dull grey, a sinister grey. The new fog covered everything and what had once been a beach disappeared and was lost in an abyss. Then in an instant he was sent rocking through the abyss of forever...



Bleep, bleep, bleep....that was the first thing Ash heard when he woke up. He couldn't see, and his senses were overwhelmed by what they felt. Everything in his chest felt like it was broken. Every muscle seemed to throb as if it were in pain. He was trapped in some sort of endless cycle of mindless torment in eternal darkness...

Like most things though, Ash struck out. For he finally managed to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was the only thing he wanted to see, it was Misty. Ash couldn't move a muscle, and he knew it although Misty still wanted to show him she cared. She gently grabbed left hand and gave it a tender squeeze.

Ash almost winced, but he loved the feeling even if it did hurt. He began to say that he loved when she beat him to it. Well, kinda beat him to it. She just shushed him with her index finger and again kissed him on the forehead. Ash knew that although he hadn't said a thing, there would be plenty of time to say things later. For he knew one thing that no one else in the world knew....that they'd be together forever.