Chapter 9 The Legend of the Phoenix
We were all exchanging triumphant glances, and the humans high-fives, when we suddenly remembered the dying birds at our feet, and looked down.
Misty set Togepi down next to Pikachu, who seemed very sad. "We need to get them to a Pokémon Center right away!"
Moltres wheezed out, "Mol...tres..."
I translated, They don't trust humans. I passed my gaze over them, And it's no wonder why.
"But they'll die if they don't go," Ash pleaded.
Articuno trilled, "Art...Ti-Cuune...O..."
Articuno says that if it's their time to go, so be it. They simply refuse...
Zapdos nodded, the small action causing it intense pain.
"Can't we just force-"
No! I interjected. You humans can't understand!
Forcefully, I told them, It. Is. Their. Time.
I sighed, To force them to do something against their will, whether it is for their own good or not, would be no better than something Giovanni might do.
Ash looked at me stubbornly.
I stared back at him in defiance.
His face softened.
Maybe he did understand...
I got the impression he understood a lot more than he ever let on...
Swallowing, and with a mournful tone in his voice, he asked, "Can you put them to sleep so they will no longer feel pain?"
For a moment I wasn't sure if he was planning on capturing them and taking them anyway, but his eyes spoke otherwise. "Mew." Okay. I could do that.
I floated a little bit closer, placing my tail on one head after the other to increase the effectiveness of the soothing sleep that I placed on them.
As their eyes closed, the gratitude in them was greater than any words could hope to offer.
I closed my eyes, That's it.
"Are they..." Misty didn't finish.
Before I could answer, there was a bright flash of yellow light, a sudden cool gust of wind and light sprinkle of snow, and then their bodies burst up into flames.
Even Moltres' body was being cremated.
We backed up a considerable amount, and watched in a respectful and sorrowful silence.
The fire finally died down, leaving a great pile of ashes.
The flash-gust-snow-flame thing repeated the second after we thought it was done, but this time it was over in a moment, and it left behind something in its wake.
No.
Make that somethings.
"What are those?" Ash was puzzled.
I went quickly to the pile of ashes, and looked closely down. Lying next to each other on their nest of ashes were four eggs: a orangey red one, a sparkling blue one, a yellow egg with black lightning-bolt zig-zags, and a strange multi-colored egg that seemed to continuously change its colors. The fourth one was mystical and seemed to enshroud itself in mystery. They're eggs... I was stunned.
The others jogged over, Pikachu reaching my side first. "Pi..." it was astonished, too.
"They're beautiful," Misty said quietly. She ran her hands over them lightly, admiring them, especially the rainbow-ish one.
Brock smiled, "I guess Moltres, Zapdos, and Articuno didn't really die. They're going to be reborn."
"Yeah...But what kind of egg is *that* one..." Ash pointed to the odd one with swirling colors.
I started to reply, but paused when I felt a strange presence breathing behind me.
I turned slowly around.
Author's note: In case you haven't read Harry Potter, (or didn't really catch the part about Fawkes) or didn't know it anyway from something else, the legend of the Phoenix is that when it dies it's reborn from its own ashes. Hehe, ASHes...
~Sorry~ Anyway...I know I changed it a bit, but it has the same basic principle!
We were all exchanging triumphant glances, and the humans high-fives, when we suddenly remembered the dying birds at our feet, and looked down.
Misty set Togepi down next to Pikachu, who seemed very sad. "We need to get them to a Pokémon Center right away!"
Moltres wheezed out, "Mol...tres..."
I translated, They don't trust humans. I passed my gaze over them, And it's no wonder why.
"But they'll die if they don't go," Ash pleaded.
Articuno trilled, "Art...Ti-Cuune...O..."
Articuno says that if it's their time to go, so be it. They simply refuse...
Zapdos nodded, the small action causing it intense pain.
"Can't we just force-"
No! I interjected. You humans can't understand!
Forcefully, I told them, It. Is. Their. Time.
I sighed, To force them to do something against their will, whether it is for their own good or not, would be no better than something Giovanni might do.
Ash looked at me stubbornly.
I stared back at him in defiance.
His face softened.
Maybe he did understand...
I got the impression he understood a lot more than he ever let on...
Swallowing, and with a mournful tone in his voice, he asked, "Can you put them to sleep so they will no longer feel pain?"
For a moment I wasn't sure if he was planning on capturing them and taking them anyway, but his eyes spoke otherwise. "Mew." Okay. I could do that.
I floated a little bit closer, placing my tail on one head after the other to increase the effectiveness of the soothing sleep that I placed on them.
As their eyes closed, the gratitude in them was greater than any words could hope to offer.
I closed my eyes, That's it.
"Are they..." Misty didn't finish.
Before I could answer, there was a bright flash of yellow light, a sudden cool gust of wind and light sprinkle of snow, and then their bodies burst up into flames.
Even Moltres' body was being cremated.
We backed up a considerable amount, and watched in a respectful and sorrowful silence.
The fire finally died down, leaving a great pile of ashes.
The flash-gust-snow-flame thing repeated the second after we thought it was done, but this time it was over in a moment, and it left behind something in its wake.
No.
Make that somethings.
"What are those?" Ash was puzzled.
I went quickly to the pile of ashes, and looked closely down. Lying next to each other on their nest of ashes were four eggs: a orangey red one, a sparkling blue one, a yellow egg with black lightning-bolt zig-zags, and a strange multi-colored egg that seemed to continuously change its colors. The fourth one was mystical and seemed to enshroud itself in mystery. They're eggs... I was stunned.
The others jogged over, Pikachu reaching my side first. "Pi..." it was astonished, too.
"They're beautiful," Misty said quietly. She ran her hands over them lightly, admiring them, especially the rainbow-ish one.
Brock smiled, "I guess Moltres, Zapdos, and Articuno didn't really die. They're going to be reborn."
"Yeah...But what kind of egg is *that* one..." Ash pointed to the odd one with swirling colors.
I started to reply, but paused when I felt a strange presence breathing behind me.
I turned slowly around.
Author's note: In case you haven't read Harry Potter, (or didn't really catch the part about Fawkes) or didn't know it anyway from something else, the legend of the Phoenix is that when it dies it's reborn from its own ashes. Hehe, ASHes...
~Sorry~ Anyway...I know I changed it a bit, but it has the same basic principle!