Chapter 14 Ice...
There was a three day period in-between battles, so we decided to camp out.
Well.
I said *we*...
But it wasn't exactly a group decision.
I offered to Teleport us to Ash's house, but he decided he'd rather sleep in the Viridian Forest in hopes that he might see some unique and strong Pokémon.
So here we were...
Huddled shivering around a campfire.
Not a wild Pokémon in sight.
Ash was beginning to regret his decision to not go home and sleep in his own warm comfortable bed.
But I wasn't about to let him back out.
Nope. I'd make him suffer the consequences of his choice to sleep in itchy sleeping bags and freeze half to death, rather than visit his sweet, attention-starved mother.
By looking at and talking to Ms. Ketchum you wouldn't think she was craving her son's attention.
But by golly, I was a Psychic cat and *knew* she wanted him around more.
Besides, she was a mother.
Mothers like their kids at home...
Ash let out a loud sigh, and all heads turned towards him.
It was almost comical, really. A floating cat, a large grounded bird, an electric mouse, a walking and talking egg, a bored girl, and a lounging male, all turning their heads at the same time to look at an average-looking boy in a cap.
Okay.
So it's not that funny.
"What is it *now*, Ash?" Misty grated.
"I was just wondering when the eggs were going to hatch," Ash seemed miffed that Misty was irritated at his sigh.
The time of hatching depends on their environment, Lugia offered. Although it has been my duty over the centuries to watch over the eggs, there has never been a definite hatching time for them. However, they do seem to hatch quicker if there are several Pokémon out of Pokéballs near them. He thought for a moment, I also believe that Moltres hatches quicker in hotter climates, Articuno with a colder atmosphere, and Zapdos in moister air.
"What about the other egg?" Brock questioned.
Seeing as I do not know what type of Pokémon it shall be, I cannot say.
"Mew," I thought out loud. Hmm...
Hey! An idea sprung to my head, and I babbled it quickly. What if you had Wartortle give the yellow egg a slight sprinkle, and have Charizard -well, maybe Vulpix instead, because Charizard probably wouldn't approve of something like that right now, seeing as he's still barely accepting Ash as his trainer, and is still a bit distrustful and would most likely fry the egg for breakfast instead of delicately do his assignment like we'd tell him to- heat the air around the red egg a bit, and have the blue- ...err... My brain juices stopped flowing. Does anyone have any Ice Pokémon?
"Is it not cold enough as it is?" Brock half-joked. His teeth were chattering.
Misty looked like she was about to speak but I interrupted her. True! I became excited again, while Misty looked irritated. Oops. She probably wanted to help, too. Oh well. We don't want to have an Ice Pokémon freeze the egg, just put it in a cooler atmosphere.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Ash stood up, his earlier chill momentarily forgotten. "Let's do it!"
They may not hatch right away, Lugia warned. So don't get too enthusiastic.
So we removed the three identifiable eggs from their nest in the backpack, and placed them softly on the grass several yards away from each other.
Wartortle trickled water on his assigned yellow-shelled-bird, and Vulpix let loose a light flame above Moltres' egg, heating it up a bit.
For a while, everyone watched with wide eyes. But eventually, we all got bored and turned in for some shut-eye. The turtle and fox were getting tired, so Vulpix curled up around its egg to warm it while Wartortle rested his head on his egg, drooling water out of its mouth while it snoozed.
We were asleep for about an hour when I heard a strange noise. I immediately jerked my head to shift my eyes to its general area, and perked my ears up, listening for it.
I didn't hear it again, so I started to fall back asleep.
There it was again!
It sounded like a cracking noise...
I turned my gaze to each of the eggs. The orangey red egg Vulpix was wrapped around was as still as an undisturbed lake. Wartortle's was motionless as well.
I looked at the glittering blue egg suspiciously. It didn't appear to be moving...
No, wait!
I thought I saw it twitch...
Was I going insane?
I probably was...
But it couldn't hurt to take a look...
I finally managed to force myself to go check it out.
I glided through the air to hover my head a few inches above it, my feet sticking up behind me.
It lay still.
I sniffed it.
No movement.
I tried poking it.
Still nothing.
Had I imagined it?
I touched it with my tail,
It wiggled!
...But it didn't seem to be cracked in any way...
I moved closer to inspect it, but there was a sudden sharp noise, a crunching of what seemed like an exploding egg, and a flash of light.
"Mew!" I exclaimed, backing up swiftly to avoid having my eyes punctured by sharp pieces of the shell.
"No!" the little bird cried out with its wings outstretched.
It had hatched!
"Mew?" I cast my eyes down upon it and the broken shell beneath it.
It sparkled brilliantly in the moonlight, and pulled its wings down delicately to its downy blue side. The Ice-type chirped, and then fixed a curious stare upon me. "Coo!" it cried, and tried to hop up to where I was perching in the air, looking confused that it couldn't float like me.
Uh oh.
If it took to me instead of Ash it certainly wasn't going to make my trainer happy...
He'd already lost one hatched Pokémon to Misty from an egg that was rightfully his.
...I "accidentally" extracted a *few* details a few days ago from his mind, so that I could better understand him...
Amazing what had happened from the time he'd started his journey to become a Pokémon Master to now...
I brought my mind back to the matter at hand.
Baby Articuno was looking up at me with adoration shining in its eyes.
It looked so cute as a tiny bird...So different from the large beast that we had seen fighting for its life not too long ago.
"Aart!" it trilled at me. Its red eyes seemed to plead for attention.
"Mew," I sighed. I floated down closer to the ground, and carressed its sparkling miniature blue head with my tail.
It cooed in pleasure.
This was grand.
Needless to say, my thoughts were dripping with sarcasm.
I glanced over at a snoozing Ash.
Should I wake him?
Nah.
Best to go back to sleep.
No sense getting him mad at me.
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Thank you, thank you!
Any suggestions are *very* welcome!
There was a three day period in-between battles, so we decided to camp out.
Well.
I said *we*...
But it wasn't exactly a group decision.
I offered to Teleport us to Ash's house, but he decided he'd rather sleep in the Viridian Forest in hopes that he might see some unique and strong Pokémon.
So here we were...
Huddled shivering around a campfire.
Not a wild Pokémon in sight.
Ash was beginning to regret his decision to not go home and sleep in his own warm comfortable bed.
But I wasn't about to let him back out.
Nope. I'd make him suffer the consequences of his choice to sleep in itchy sleeping bags and freeze half to death, rather than visit his sweet, attention-starved mother.
By looking at and talking to Ms. Ketchum you wouldn't think she was craving her son's attention.
But by golly, I was a Psychic cat and *knew* she wanted him around more.
Besides, she was a mother.
Mothers like their kids at home...
Ash let out a loud sigh, and all heads turned towards him.
It was almost comical, really. A floating cat, a large grounded bird, an electric mouse, a walking and talking egg, a bored girl, and a lounging male, all turning their heads at the same time to look at an average-looking boy in a cap.
Okay.
So it's not that funny.
"What is it *now*, Ash?" Misty grated.
"I was just wondering when the eggs were going to hatch," Ash seemed miffed that Misty was irritated at his sigh.
The time of hatching depends on their environment, Lugia offered. Although it has been my duty over the centuries to watch over the eggs, there has never been a definite hatching time for them. However, they do seem to hatch quicker if there are several Pokémon out of Pokéballs near them. He thought for a moment, I also believe that Moltres hatches quicker in hotter climates, Articuno with a colder atmosphere, and Zapdos in moister air.
"What about the other egg?" Brock questioned.
Seeing as I do not know what type of Pokémon it shall be, I cannot say.
"Mew," I thought out loud. Hmm...
Hey! An idea sprung to my head, and I babbled it quickly. What if you had Wartortle give the yellow egg a slight sprinkle, and have Charizard -well, maybe Vulpix instead, because Charizard probably wouldn't approve of something like that right now, seeing as he's still barely accepting Ash as his trainer, and is still a bit distrustful and would most likely fry the egg for breakfast instead of delicately do his assignment like we'd tell him to- heat the air around the red egg a bit, and have the blue- ...err... My brain juices stopped flowing. Does anyone have any Ice Pokémon?
"Is it not cold enough as it is?" Brock half-joked. His teeth were chattering.
Misty looked like she was about to speak but I interrupted her. True! I became excited again, while Misty looked irritated. Oops. She probably wanted to help, too. Oh well. We don't want to have an Ice Pokémon freeze the egg, just put it in a cooler atmosphere.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Ash stood up, his earlier chill momentarily forgotten. "Let's do it!"
They may not hatch right away, Lugia warned. So don't get too enthusiastic.
So we removed the three identifiable eggs from their nest in the backpack, and placed them softly on the grass several yards away from each other.
Wartortle trickled water on his assigned yellow-shelled-bird, and Vulpix let loose a light flame above Moltres' egg, heating it up a bit.
For a while, everyone watched with wide eyes. But eventually, we all got bored and turned in for some shut-eye. The turtle and fox were getting tired, so Vulpix curled up around its egg to warm it while Wartortle rested his head on his egg, drooling water out of its mouth while it snoozed.
We were asleep for about an hour when I heard a strange noise. I immediately jerked my head to shift my eyes to its general area, and perked my ears up, listening for it.
I didn't hear it again, so I started to fall back asleep.
There it was again!
It sounded like a cracking noise...
I turned my gaze to each of the eggs. The orangey red egg Vulpix was wrapped around was as still as an undisturbed lake. Wartortle's was motionless as well.
I looked at the glittering blue egg suspiciously. It didn't appear to be moving...
No, wait!
I thought I saw it twitch...
Was I going insane?
I probably was...
But it couldn't hurt to take a look...
I finally managed to force myself to go check it out.
I glided through the air to hover my head a few inches above it, my feet sticking up behind me.
It lay still.
I sniffed it.
No movement.
I tried poking it.
Still nothing.
Had I imagined it?
I touched it with my tail,
It wiggled!
...But it didn't seem to be cracked in any way...
I moved closer to inspect it, but there was a sudden sharp noise, a crunching of what seemed like an exploding egg, and a flash of light.
"Mew!" I exclaimed, backing up swiftly to avoid having my eyes punctured by sharp pieces of the shell.
"No!" the little bird cried out with its wings outstretched.
It had hatched!
"Mew?" I cast my eyes down upon it and the broken shell beneath it.
It sparkled brilliantly in the moonlight, and pulled its wings down delicately to its downy blue side. The Ice-type chirped, and then fixed a curious stare upon me. "Coo!" it cried, and tried to hop up to where I was perching in the air, looking confused that it couldn't float like me.
Uh oh.
If it took to me instead of Ash it certainly wasn't going to make my trainer happy...
He'd already lost one hatched Pokémon to Misty from an egg that was rightfully his.
...I "accidentally" extracted a *few* details a few days ago from his mind, so that I could better understand him...
Amazing what had happened from the time he'd started his journey to become a Pokémon Master to now...
I brought my mind back to the matter at hand.
Baby Articuno was looking up at me with adoration shining in its eyes.
It looked so cute as a tiny bird...So different from the large beast that we had seen fighting for its life not too long ago.
"Aart!" it trilled at me. Its red eyes seemed to plead for attention.
"Mew," I sighed. I floated down closer to the ground, and carressed its sparkling miniature blue head with my tail.
It cooed in pleasure.
This was grand.
Needless to say, my thoughts were dripping with sarcasm.
I glanced over at a snoozing Ash.
Should I wake him?
Nah.
Best to go back to sleep.
No sense getting him mad at me.
Author's note: I appreciate all reviews. More reviews=Quicker I put more chapters.
...Usually, at least.
Thank you, thank you!
Any suggestions are *very* welcome!