Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon. I do not own the characters in the anime,
nor do I own any of the concepts in the game.
I want to thank Dragoness for allowing me permission to use some of her ideas. Such as the Legend of Mew and parts of her storyline. However, the plot of this fan fiction is mine so ask before you copy any of this.
This means:
[Telepathic communication]
(Thoughts)
{Scene, story, or point of view information}
*Poke speech translated *
"Regular dialogue"
Now, having said that on with the story:
Pokemon: Oak Styled
Prevision: Dreamed conversations
The young boy stared at the ceiling of his room. Around him slept his friends, human and pokemon. But this did not concern him, as they brought no comfort. His bed he rested in, his home for the first ten years of his life, they too had no meaning. What did was what was his dreams, no his nightmares.
Every night for the last couple of weeks his existence was plagued by horrible dreams. These apparitions were made worse in the fact that they weren't just dreams. They were seeings, events that hadn't happened but could. Visions of death and betrayal, darkness and slavery, all caused by the events surrounding one individual; A small pink pokemon that just happened to be Ash Ketchum, the dreamer himself.
(Why am I being tormented? Why do I have to die? Why did they die?) He thought fearing to go to sleep. These two questions ran through his mind over and over again, making him just want to do anything to end his suffering. While this was going on through the plagued boy's head, the dreaded event happened unnoticed by the worrier. He fell asleep.
Ash opened his eyes to a featureless black void. But strangely he could see his body floating with his pajamas on, even though there was no light. (Strange when the visions end I usually wake up.
[Interesting, I thought you were stronger than that. Still what you went through in that time line would probability drive even me into despair. ] Said a voice. [Even worse is that the dark emptiness was let in by the chosen himself. And rather than allowing himself to start anew with little or no ties he set himself up for more pain.] the voice continued to speak.
"Who are you?" Ash asked the void.
[Someone who doesn't like to see others in pain. I am a friend, or I will be if you let me.] The voice replied.
"Why should I trust someone who won't tell me their name?" He asked in a heated fashion.
[Because I can make sure those dreams go away for good. I can make sure you don't evolve.] Whispered the voice. [But I will do nothing if you tell me to. I will allow you to see if you are strong enough to fight fate, and win.]
"How?" He asked his voice showing signs of hope, suspicion, and despair.
[I, with permission from certain parties, will change the past. You will not go on the road you did, and your fate will be different. You pokemon journey, and the actions you had taken on it that fulfilled the prophecy of the chosen one will not be done by you. But know this, if you do not do what you did, those tasked must be done. The people you helped, all the good you have done, and the accomplishments you have done will be undone. And the world as you no it could be far different from you remember it.] Said the voice in a grave tone.
"I don't care, I rather live in a different world then destroy this one. I don't want to evolve," he responded.
[You will destroy the world or may?] Asked the voice. Sensing some hesitation the voice continued. [Ash, Chosen one, Poke friend and savior of the world, remember the good in your heart before you answer. You are fated to have this great gift because of your pure heart. Remember yourself as you truly are and not how you might be or how you might have been,] pleaded the voice.
Ash paused and thought for a moment, which might have lasted hours or seconds. "I don't want to.die. And I don't want that power," he said softly.
[As you wish chosen. Your fate will go to another. Rest child. For when you wake up this will be just a faded dream.
1 The vision fades to a new concept.
I want to thank Dragoness for allowing me permission to use some of her ideas. Such as the Legend of Mew and parts of her storyline. However, the plot of this fan fiction is mine so ask before you copy any of this.
This means:
[Telepathic communication]
(Thoughts)
{Scene, story, or point of view information}
*Poke speech translated *
"Regular dialogue"
Now, having said that on with the story:
Pokemon: Oak Styled
Prevision: Dreamed conversations
The young boy stared at the ceiling of his room. Around him slept his friends, human and pokemon. But this did not concern him, as they brought no comfort. His bed he rested in, his home for the first ten years of his life, they too had no meaning. What did was what was his dreams, no his nightmares.
Every night for the last couple of weeks his existence was plagued by horrible dreams. These apparitions were made worse in the fact that they weren't just dreams. They were seeings, events that hadn't happened but could. Visions of death and betrayal, darkness and slavery, all caused by the events surrounding one individual; A small pink pokemon that just happened to be Ash Ketchum, the dreamer himself.
(Why am I being tormented? Why do I have to die? Why did they die?) He thought fearing to go to sleep. These two questions ran through his mind over and over again, making him just want to do anything to end his suffering. While this was going on through the plagued boy's head, the dreaded event happened unnoticed by the worrier. He fell asleep.
Ash opened his eyes to a featureless black void. But strangely he could see his body floating with his pajamas on, even though there was no light. (Strange when the visions end I usually wake up.
[Interesting, I thought you were stronger than that. Still what you went through in that time line would probability drive even me into despair. ] Said a voice. [Even worse is that the dark emptiness was let in by the chosen himself. And rather than allowing himself to start anew with little or no ties he set himself up for more pain.] the voice continued to speak.
"Who are you?" Ash asked the void.
[Someone who doesn't like to see others in pain. I am a friend, or I will be if you let me.] The voice replied.
"Why should I trust someone who won't tell me their name?" He asked in a heated fashion.
[Because I can make sure those dreams go away for good. I can make sure you don't evolve.] Whispered the voice. [But I will do nothing if you tell me to. I will allow you to see if you are strong enough to fight fate, and win.]
"How?" He asked his voice showing signs of hope, suspicion, and despair.
[I, with permission from certain parties, will change the past. You will not go on the road you did, and your fate will be different. You pokemon journey, and the actions you had taken on it that fulfilled the prophecy of the chosen one will not be done by you. But know this, if you do not do what you did, those tasked must be done. The people you helped, all the good you have done, and the accomplishments you have done will be undone. And the world as you no it could be far different from you remember it.] Said the voice in a grave tone.
"I don't care, I rather live in a different world then destroy this one. I don't want to evolve," he responded.
[You will destroy the world or may?] Asked the voice. Sensing some hesitation the voice continued. [Ash, Chosen one, Poke friend and savior of the world, remember the good in your heart before you answer. You are fated to have this great gift because of your pure heart. Remember yourself as you truly are and not how you might be or how you might have been,] pleaded the voice.
Ash paused and thought for a moment, which might have lasted hours or seconds. "I don't want to.die. And I don't want that power," he said softly.
[As you wish chosen. Your fate will go to another. Rest child. For when you wake up this will be just a faded dream.
1 The vision fades to a new concept.