The Master Six

Chapter Two

Seven years later...

"Aunt Janet!" I shouted as I did everyday when I came home from school," Aunt Janet!  I'm home."  I was twelve now, and I might say, a very beautiful young girl.  I had my brown hair up in pigtails, which Aunt Janet thought looked "cute", blech!  I had dark brown eyes, which if given the right lighting and mood I could make look scary.  I found it kinda fun to make scary faces by just adjusting my face in the light.

But I wasn't a bad little girl, I was good.  It's just that I find some bad things to be quite fun.  My life was good though; I had Aunt Janet, Max, Furball, Sylvester, all the other Meowths, my friends, and myself.  My life was very nice; I got along well with everybody.  All my classmates liked me, as well as all my teachers.  But all that was behind me now.  Soon I was to begin my life.

"Hello dear," Aunt Janet answered me from the kitchen, "how was your last day of school?"

"Oh it was great, and sad," I said putting my backpack down, and taking off my shoes, "we had a farewell party and all, but it's was a sad day.  Vanessa and Jenny, they have to stay here and grow up.  It was said having to say good bye."  Vanessa and Jenny were my best friends.

"Don't worry dear, they'll be at the ceremony tomorrow."

"Yeah, I know," I said as Max came fluttering over to me, "I guess I'm just really excited."

"I'll bet you are, now go get washed up for supper.  It's almost ready."

"Okay"  I rushed off to the bathroom with Max right behind me.  I got up the sink, and began washing my hands.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  Tomorrow was the big day.

School was over, and it was time to start the rest of our lives.  A lot of the kids in my school would be staying in Cerulean City to continue with the family business, only three of us would be going out on our own.

Only three of us would start the life of a Pokemon trainer.

I was one of the three.

Aunt Janet was a sewing woman who worked at home, and I already head a starter pokemon, Max.  There was going to be a big farewell ceremony tomorrow, where all three of us were going to head off.

It was a big moment for me.

I finished washing up, and ran out to get supper.  My last meal at Aunt Janet's for a long time, and she had made my favorite.  Pizza!

I wouldn't stop blabbering all through the meal.  I was so excited.  Aunt Janet, however, seemed distracted.  I didn't pay much attention to it though.

I was so excited.

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VVVVRRRRIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!!!

I bolted upright in my bed at the sound of my alarm.  I whipped my hand around and turned it off.  I smiled at Max as he slowly got up himself.

Today was the day.

The big day.

I ran to the bathroom to get my shower, and do all the necessary morning stuff.  I was so excited I barely got through it all.  I threw on my favorite jeans, and my best purple long-sleeved shirt.  I had picked out what I would wear days ago.  I was totally prepared.

"Aunt Janet!  Aunt Janet!  Wake up!"  I shouted as I ran through the house.  I grabbed the backpack that was filled with everything I would need for my trip.  I found my shoes and put them in a place I knew where to find them.

"I'm in here dear," Aunt Janet replied in a somber voice from the kitchen.

The tone in her voice slowed me down.  Max perched himself on my shoulder like he always does, and I calmly entered the kitchen.  Aunt Janet was sitting at the kitchen table with a steaming cup of coffee off to the side.  She was sort of hunched over the table, hunched over what appeared to be a small, dark box.

A small, dark box?

The small, dark box.

"What is...what is that?" I asked instantly recognizing what was before my Aunt.  We never talked about when my father left all those years ago.  I had only asked about the box once, only a few days after he was gone.  Aunt Janet told me that I would learn what was in that box when I was ready to learn what was in the box.  I was never to ask about it again.

I wasn't ready to learn about that box.

Until now, I guess.

"I know you recognize what I've got here Heather," my aunt said to me in that somber voice, "you know exactly what this represents, and yet you have no idea what is inside.  I had hoped that this day would never come.  I'm glad you're going out on your own, I'd only hoped that I would find a good job that would require you to stay home.  But I couldn't.  Your destiny couldn't be avoided.

"You are meant for great things Heather.  You are meant to go off, and start a new life on your own with Max.  I'd hoped this day would never come, but now I'm glad it has.  Come closer Heather, sit down, it's time that you faced your destiny."

I moved slowly, staring at the box the whole time.  What was it?  What did it hold?

What was...my destiny?

I sat down across from Aunt Janet, and looked at her face.  She didn't look back at me; I guess she refused to accept this moment.  She then took the box, and slid it across the table towards me.  I took it carefully, slowly.  I wasn't sure what to do.

"Go ahead my dear," Aunt Janet said, still not looking up at me.

I opened the box from my past.  I opened the last gift my father ever gave me.  I opened this small, dark box.

I opened up my destiny.  I took out what was inside.

A small, shining, silver, flute.

"A...a flute.  What?" I asked, not understanding.

"That is a magical pokeflute Heather.  It is special, just like you.  I was...has been passed down in our family from a long time ago, and now it has come to you.  It has been slated to go to you since you were still in your mother's tummy.  Heh, the day is finally here."

"What's it do?  Why's it so magical?  What...what?  I don't know anything."

"You have to learn how to use it on your own my dear."

"What, you can't tell me anything?"

"No," she said suddenly, "come now, we mustn't be late for the ceremony.  Get your things, put that whistle away, where's Max?  Come now child, you have a big day to get to."

I pocketed the flute, and grabbed my book bag.  There were so many questions now, and Aunt Janet wasn't talking.  Eh, I would take a look at the flute when I'm well on my way.  It would all be okay.

"C'mon Max," I said to my pet Pidgey, "let's go!"