Hehehe - COSEFT!!
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Chapter twenty-seven - The Destined!
The next morning, they all awoke to a bright morning.
"Whatcha cookin' Brocko?" Asked Jemima as she sidled over.
"Pasta and sausages."
"Err… mmm… appetising…" Said Jemima, unconvinced.
'I miss my best friend so much… I'm not hungry…' Thought Jemima, miserably. 'And I also lost three trusted friends… Ninetales, Lapras and… Persian' She started to almost cry. She went inside an empty tent.
'And Vicky lost Marril, Blastoise and Golem… And if I'd been quicker, the scientists wouldn't have them… If I'd been quicker, Vicky'd be here right now…'
Then, she heard a voice.
"Don't worry. It wasn't your fault Vicky was washed away. And it wasn't your slowness that cost you your Pokémon. Go to the old oak. For there I stand proud, elegant and free. Go to the oak, let me speak with thee."
Jemima looked around, but she didn't see a movement. But then she saw a shadow move across the front of the tent. She whipped the door open to discover… Ash.
"Was that you ya little freak?" Asked Jemima
"Was what me?" Asked Ash
"Oh, I take it then, it wasn't… damn…" Said Jemima as she walked over to Kai.
"Where is the old oak Kai?" She asked
"The old oak? Oh, It's through the forest and into a large clearing, why?"
Jemima had hurriedly thanked Kai for this information and run off. She used her Pidgeot to get her there quickly. Pidgeot swooped down to earth. She slid off its back, called it into its Pokéball, and approached the Old Oak.
"Hello? Anybody out there?"
"Ah! You came! I spoke to you telepathically as I am doing now."
"Who are you? Where are you?"
"I am the guardian of the oak. You may approach and see me inside the hollow now."
Jemima took a few cautious steps forward. She walked right up to the oak and peered inside. Something opened its eye.
"Thank you. Before I reveal myself, you must tell me. Are you really one of the destined? To save our world? The… ahem… Poké-predetermined?"
"Err… I have no knowledge of this being so…" said Jemima
"Then if you are not sure, I cannot reveal myself or my information."
"Well, who are the destined? What do they look like? Why?" Asked Jemima, a little confused.
"The destined are a band of young people, who are a mixture of every quality of a person. Their number is unknown, but still, there is in the large group, a small girl, another girl with large brown eyes, a younger male Pokémon trainer, a few Gym-leaders and two betrayers. It has been prophesied that two will betray the others. And also a girl who has a tough decision to make. And another will join, as a sort of reminder of the past...There are many more things I know about the destined, but there is time for you to learn that later."
"Well, there are a lot of us, I'm a small girl, Topaz has huge brown eyes, Ash is younger than the rest of us… Brock and Misty are gym-leaders… well… Jetstorm and Atomic USED to be in TR., but it can't be them… Well… Vicky had to decide between John and Manic, not a tough decision for ME to make, but its not really my decision anyway…"
"I was sure of it! The moment I set eyes on your group, I knew it! You are the destined! Thank goodness!"
"Do you know of any other prophecies about the destined?" asked Jemima, hoping to find out what was in store for the crew.
"Yes… but I'm not going to tell you, you must discover it on your own."
"Tell me who you are now."
"Fine."
A large figure squeezed itself out of the hole and spread its arms wide. Only it didn't have any arms. Only huge wings which it lifted above its head.
"You're a Fearow!"
"That I am… A very ancient, wise Fearow. Take me back to your camp so I may see the destined once more before I die."
Jemima was a trifle unsure about taking a huge bird, large enough to eat them all. But she took flight on her Pidgeot and told the Fearow to follow. Fearow are most majestic in flight and easily kept pace with Pidgeot. They landed right in the middle of the camp.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Screamed Ash upon noticing the Fearow. He ran inside a tent and hid, quivering under a sleeping bag.
"What's going on Trouble?" Asked Tracey
"Here is… What's your name?"
"Coseft. Coseft the Fearow."
"Err... hi… Coseft…" Said Tracey
"I'm going to sketch a masterpiece!" He said, as he set to work on drawing Coseft.
"Is he a member of your group…?" Said Coseft a little worried. "Because if he is, I'm afraid we may all be doomed…"
" 'Fraid he is a member of our group."
"Ah yes… he must be the… yees…"
"The what?"
"Call the destined out of their current positions."
"Okay… JAY, ARKI, JIGGER, DOODLES, ASHY-BOY, SAMANTHA, JACKIE, FOGGY, BROCKO, TYRES, DITTO, YAK, SQUILLA, TIPSY, STORMY, BOMBIE, SEALION, FLAMIE, MANIAC, TRACING PAPER, KAI-AI-AI, ROZIE, MADONNA, TAUROS, QUILLZA! COME OUT HERE!"
Coseft looked faintly shocked at Jemima's attitude to the other members of the group.
"I'm not one of the Destined, that's for sure. Two from our family are, and those people are Kai and Killa. And also, I know Tora is too." Said Rosita
"It's not fair…" Said Maradonna.
"What's not fair?"
"That I don't get to be one of the destined."
"He's just sore, coz his deceased granny could train a better Pidgey than him." Said Tora
Kai and Brock both glared at Tora… a sort of 'Shut-up-now-you're-a-little-too-blunt' look on their faces.
"Yes! I see now! You there! Yes you, with the big brown eyes! You are in the prophecy! Your name is… Don't tell me… Topaz… Am I correct?"
Topaz nodded, her eyes were much larger than usual as she stared in awe at the amazing bird before her.
"You… Blonde girl… fuzzy hair… named… Jig…?"
Jig quickly nodded
"Girl with long golden hair… Yes… Tora aren't you?"
Tora nodded.
"Where is the blue-eyed boy?"
Somebody pushed Kai forwards.
"Ah… yes, Kai the peaceable fighter!"
Kai nodded.
Coseft was smiling as best he could.
"And you are the younger Pokémon trainer, called Ash aren't you…?" Coseft asked, flicking a wing in the general direction of Ash. Ash nodded, squeaked, then ran behind Jetstorm, who quickly reached a hand behind him, grabbed Ash's collar and lifted Ash in front of him. Coseft snorted.
"My time is running out… Red haired girl, Sillabub, Black haired boy, brown eyes… Jacob, Brown haired boy… John… purple… hair, Manic… brown hair… Zak… Red hair, black and white clothes… Killa… Boy… curtains of black… Sam… Tall hair… red with yellow… Jacko… Girl… Orange hair… Misty… older… Brock... brown spiked hair… black hair… Bandanna… Tracey… girl…. Black hair… Ember… betrayers… Jetstorm… Atomic… green hair… small… Jemima…" Said Coseft.
He flopped down onto his front, his beak nearly impaling Ash, and his head in Jemima's lap
"…A boy… with blonde hair… blue eyes… hat… will join for you Jemima… also… a girl… A thief, strangely trustworthy… she will also join… The ones here before us that I have not mentioned are not the Destined… but there are others… I shall leave that as a mystery to you… they will join… wait… where is the girl with the tough decision…?"
"She… she got washed away Coseft…"
Tyra wandered off, bored with the strange bird.
"You will find her… she is alive and well… you will find her… one more… a girl… I can no longer see her… name of Tyra… she is one too… let her do as she wishes… you will meet once more… and remember… Twill all come right, someday or night. No matter… what……….." Coseft trailed off. He was dead.
"What a wonderful bird…" Said Jemima
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Chapter twenty-seven - The Destined!
The next morning, they all awoke to a bright morning.
"Whatcha cookin' Brocko?" Asked Jemima as she sidled over.
"Pasta and sausages."
"Err… mmm… appetising…" Said Jemima, unconvinced.
'I miss my best friend so much… I'm not hungry…' Thought Jemima, miserably. 'And I also lost three trusted friends… Ninetales, Lapras and… Persian' She started to almost cry. She went inside an empty tent.
'And Vicky lost Marril, Blastoise and Golem… And if I'd been quicker, the scientists wouldn't have them… If I'd been quicker, Vicky'd be here right now…'
Then, she heard a voice.
"Don't worry. It wasn't your fault Vicky was washed away. And it wasn't your slowness that cost you your Pokémon. Go to the old oak. For there I stand proud, elegant and free. Go to the oak, let me speak with thee."
Jemima looked around, but she didn't see a movement. But then she saw a shadow move across the front of the tent. She whipped the door open to discover… Ash.
"Was that you ya little freak?" Asked Jemima
"Was what me?" Asked Ash
"Oh, I take it then, it wasn't… damn…" Said Jemima as she walked over to Kai.
"Where is the old oak Kai?" She asked
"The old oak? Oh, It's through the forest and into a large clearing, why?"
Jemima had hurriedly thanked Kai for this information and run off. She used her Pidgeot to get her there quickly. Pidgeot swooped down to earth. She slid off its back, called it into its Pokéball, and approached the Old Oak.
"Hello? Anybody out there?"
"Ah! You came! I spoke to you telepathically as I am doing now."
"Who are you? Where are you?"
"I am the guardian of the oak. You may approach and see me inside the hollow now."
Jemima took a few cautious steps forward. She walked right up to the oak and peered inside. Something opened its eye.
"Thank you. Before I reveal myself, you must tell me. Are you really one of the destined? To save our world? The… ahem… Poké-predetermined?"
"Err… I have no knowledge of this being so…" said Jemima
"Then if you are not sure, I cannot reveal myself or my information."
"Well, who are the destined? What do they look like? Why?" Asked Jemima, a little confused.
"The destined are a band of young people, who are a mixture of every quality of a person. Their number is unknown, but still, there is in the large group, a small girl, another girl with large brown eyes, a younger male Pokémon trainer, a few Gym-leaders and two betrayers. It has been prophesied that two will betray the others. And also a girl who has a tough decision to make. And another will join, as a sort of reminder of the past...There are many more things I know about the destined, but there is time for you to learn that later."
"Well, there are a lot of us, I'm a small girl, Topaz has huge brown eyes, Ash is younger than the rest of us… Brock and Misty are gym-leaders… well… Jetstorm and Atomic USED to be in TR., but it can't be them… Well… Vicky had to decide between John and Manic, not a tough decision for ME to make, but its not really my decision anyway…"
"I was sure of it! The moment I set eyes on your group, I knew it! You are the destined! Thank goodness!"
"Do you know of any other prophecies about the destined?" asked Jemima, hoping to find out what was in store for the crew.
"Yes… but I'm not going to tell you, you must discover it on your own."
"Tell me who you are now."
"Fine."
A large figure squeezed itself out of the hole and spread its arms wide. Only it didn't have any arms. Only huge wings which it lifted above its head.
"You're a Fearow!"
"That I am… A very ancient, wise Fearow. Take me back to your camp so I may see the destined once more before I die."
Jemima was a trifle unsure about taking a huge bird, large enough to eat them all. But she took flight on her Pidgeot and told the Fearow to follow. Fearow are most majestic in flight and easily kept pace with Pidgeot. They landed right in the middle of the camp.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Screamed Ash upon noticing the Fearow. He ran inside a tent and hid, quivering under a sleeping bag.
"What's going on Trouble?" Asked Tracey
"Here is… What's your name?"
"Coseft. Coseft the Fearow."
"Err... hi… Coseft…" Said Tracey
"I'm going to sketch a masterpiece!" He said, as he set to work on drawing Coseft.
"Is he a member of your group…?" Said Coseft a little worried. "Because if he is, I'm afraid we may all be doomed…"
" 'Fraid he is a member of our group."
"Ah yes… he must be the… yees…"
"The what?"
"Call the destined out of their current positions."
"Okay… JAY, ARKI, JIGGER, DOODLES, ASHY-BOY, SAMANTHA, JACKIE, FOGGY, BROCKO, TYRES, DITTO, YAK, SQUILLA, TIPSY, STORMY, BOMBIE, SEALION, FLAMIE, MANIAC, TRACING PAPER, KAI-AI-AI, ROZIE, MADONNA, TAUROS, QUILLZA! COME OUT HERE!"
Coseft looked faintly shocked at Jemima's attitude to the other members of the group.
"I'm not one of the Destined, that's for sure. Two from our family are, and those people are Kai and Killa. And also, I know Tora is too." Said Rosita
"It's not fair…" Said Maradonna.
"What's not fair?"
"That I don't get to be one of the destined."
"He's just sore, coz his deceased granny could train a better Pidgey than him." Said Tora
Kai and Brock both glared at Tora… a sort of 'Shut-up-now-you're-a-little-too-blunt' look on their faces.
"Yes! I see now! You there! Yes you, with the big brown eyes! You are in the prophecy! Your name is… Don't tell me… Topaz… Am I correct?"
Topaz nodded, her eyes were much larger than usual as she stared in awe at the amazing bird before her.
"You… Blonde girl… fuzzy hair… named… Jig…?"
Jig quickly nodded
"Girl with long golden hair… Yes… Tora aren't you?"
Tora nodded.
"Where is the blue-eyed boy?"
Somebody pushed Kai forwards.
"Ah… yes, Kai the peaceable fighter!"
Kai nodded.
Coseft was smiling as best he could.
"And you are the younger Pokémon trainer, called Ash aren't you…?" Coseft asked, flicking a wing in the general direction of Ash. Ash nodded, squeaked, then ran behind Jetstorm, who quickly reached a hand behind him, grabbed Ash's collar and lifted Ash in front of him. Coseft snorted.
"My time is running out… Red haired girl, Sillabub, Black haired boy, brown eyes… Jacob, Brown haired boy… John… purple… hair, Manic… brown hair… Zak… Red hair, black and white clothes… Killa… Boy… curtains of black… Sam… Tall hair… red with yellow… Jacko… Girl… Orange hair… Misty… older… Brock... brown spiked hair… black hair… Bandanna… Tracey… girl…. Black hair… Ember… betrayers… Jetstorm… Atomic… green hair… small… Jemima…" Said Coseft.
He flopped down onto his front, his beak nearly impaling Ash, and his head in Jemima's lap
"…A boy… with blonde hair… blue eyes… hat… will join for you Jemima… also… a girl… A thief, strangely trustworthy… she will also join… The ones here before us that I have not mentioned are not the Destined… but there are others… I shall leave that as a mystery to you… they will join… wait… where is the girl with the tough decision…?"
"She… she got washed away Coseft…"
Tyra wandered off, bored with the strange bird.
"You will find her… she is alive and well… you will find her… one more… a girl… I can no longer see her… name of Tyra… she is one too… let her do as she wishes… you will meet once more… and remember… Twill all come right, someday or night. No matter… what……….." Coseft trailed off. He was dead.
"What a wonderful bird…" Said Jemima