By BellaWaterFlower
Ok, this bit is short, but…
Promise of Things to
Come…
Two days later, Ash stood
outside his house. He had his backpack, Brock standing on one side, Misty next
to him holding his hand, and Pikachu sitting on his shoulders happily. It was
time to head back to Johto, and accomplish his dreams. Ash knew that with his
loyal Pokémon, his friends by his side, his father waiting for him, and his
mother watching over him, he could fulfil his lifelong dream of becoming the
Pokémon Master. With all the spirit, enthusiasm and encouragement implanted in
his soul at that moment, he could do anything. And nothing could stand in his
way.
THE END
I hope you liked it. I had a
lot of fun writing it, I love writing sad stuff, and I hope you loved reading
it too!
Ciao! Luv Sarah.