Oh, I don't think I ever said this, but I don't own Pokemon. I own Danny
and April and her mom and stuff, though. See? They're right here in my
pocket. Muhahaha. -Pulls little people out of her pocket-
Don't ever doubt me.
~Chapter Eleven~
Mystic pulled her horn out of me. She snorted in surprise.
I paid no attention to her. I began panting for breath. I knead the grass and my hands got caked with dirt, but I didn't care. I began sliding towards the ground, feeling faint.
"Well, I didn't expect THAT," I heard someone say.
I gulped and squinched my eyes shut. It was the same voice I had heard in my head before. "What?" I managed to croak.
"No TAMERhas ever had that reaction," the voice continued. "But then again, you don't even know. . ."
I took a shaky breath and opened my eyes. "Know what?" I whispered. "You'll find out, like your Dad said," the voice answered.
"You. . .know about that?" I stuttered.
"Of course," the voice laughed. "After all, Chris did say to listen to me. . ."
I looked up and gaped at my Dragonair. Mystic was sitting completely still. Her eyes met mine and she nodded slightly.
"Omigosh!" I yelped. "It's YOU?! YOU'RE that voice?!"
"Shhhh," Mystic said. "Yes, I know. But this is going to be one of many shocks to you."
"Like what?" I demanded to know.
"I can't tell you now," Mystic said. "But you'll find out. And now I have to show you something. Stand up."
Clutching Dad's key, just for comfort, I shakily stood up. Mystic piercing my heart had taken a lot out of me.
Mystic slithered towards the lake and glanced at me. Then she gracefully dove in. She popped her head out of the slightly murky water and gestured for me to come in.
I slowly walked to the lake. I stared at the water, took a deep breath, and jumped in.
Mystic was swimming around the bottom of the lake, searching for something. I couldn't see what on earth could be at the bottom of a lake, but she seemed determined to find something.
I began feeling even more faint. I swam to the top of the lake and took another deep breath, and swam towards Mystic, who had stopped looking for something, but was completely still again.
I got worried. I thought she was dead or something, so I nudged her, but she didn't move except for her eyes closing.
"Mysblic," my underwater voice burbled.
"I'm alright," a voice came into head.
"But. . ." I thought. "Why are you sitting so still?"
"I have to be utterly still to talk to you," Mystic said. "And you can TALK to me, you don't have to poison yourself with no oxygen."
"What?" I said out loud. I instantly clapped my hands over my mouth, sure I was going to start coughing or something. But I was fine.
"What?" I said again.
Mystic snorted in amusement. "Of course you're fine. Why on earth did you think I poked your heart?"
"Huh?"
"Doing so, I made you able to breath underwater. You could probably stay underwater for a whole day."
I grinned. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "That's awesome! But why do I have to know how to breath underwater? And how did you learn how to do that? And why--"
"Hold it!" Mystic laughed. "April, you'll find out the answers to everything. Do you EVER listen to your father?"
I laughed, but my I was dying to throw a thousand more questions at Mystic. I was just so confused about everything.
Mystic finally started moving again and started sweeping some dirt around the lake floor. I swam around, noticing that there wasn't any life in the lake, and this place was completely deserted. I was just about to get out of the lake and find a ponytail for my hair that kept floating in my face, when Mystic starting crying out something happily: "Dragooonair! Dragoooooooooon!!!"
I quickly swam over to her. "What is it?" I asked.
Mystic tapped her horn at something. I took a closer look at it and saw it was a lock attached to a huge steel door.
I swam back in surprise. "Woah," I whispered.
Mystic gestured her head back to the door. "Dragonair, nair," she said, pointing her horn at the lock.
I looked at her confused. "I can't open that," I complained. "It's a lock that needs a key, and I don't have any keys."
Mystic rolled her eyes and stretched out her neck. "Dragonair," she said impatiently.
"My neck?" I asked. I tried as best as I could to look at my throat, and Dad's key was floating around on the chain.
I gasped. "Dad's key?" I gulped. "Does this open. . ."
Mystic nodded, her eyes glassy. She seemed happy and sad and excited and worried all in once. I wondered why.
I shrugged and opened the chain. The key started floating away from me, but I grabbed it. I stuffed it into the keyhole and slowly, slowly turned the key. The lock popped off, but the door showed no signs of opening.
"Uh oh," I murmured. Of course there was no handle to the door. How on earth was I supposed to open this thing?
"Draaagoooon," Mystic suddenly called out. She was pointing at something with her tail. I swam over towards her, and saw that there was a handle, but it had been buried under some algae. I stared at the handle in amazement, because it looked exactly like the Dragonair on the key and ring.
"Woooooah. . ." I whispered. I stared and stared at the Dragonair until Mystic poked my arm with her horn, prompting me to just open the door already.
"Oh, yeah," I said. I grabbed the handle with both hands and pulled with all of my might.
~*~*~
After ten minutes of pulling, the door had barely budged. At one point, it had showed a small sign of actually opening, but then it fell down with a boom.
I swam up to the top of the lake and got out of the water and sighed. "It's no use," I said. "I can't even pull the door open, for crying out loud!"
Mystic popped her head out from underwater. She gave me a Look that plainly said, "Get back under there right now and open the door or else!"
I sighed again. "I can't Mystic," I complained. "That stupid door won't budge. I need a crane or something to lift it up."
"Draaaaaaaaagon!" Mystic cried. She wrapped her tail around my leg and pulled me back underwater. She pulled me to the door and said, "Draaaaaaaaagonaaaaaair!"
"All right, all right," I moaned. "I'll try again." But before I could even put my hands on the handle, Mystic wrapped her tail around it and pulled. Within seconds, the door slowly creaked open.
I stared at Mystic in amazement, and then in anger.
"Mystiiiiiiic. . .why didn't you do that the FIRST time I tried to open the door, so I wouldn't HAVE TO BREAK MY HANDS TRYING TO PULL IT FOR THE LAST TEN MINUTES?!!!!"
"Dragonaaaaair," Mystic said simply. She looked down at the now-open door.
I took a deep breath. I had to do this. I didn't know what was coming to me, but it had to do with something with Dad--why else would he give me the key?
"Okay, here I go," I murmured. I swam down into the door, with Mystic following me, not knowing what I was getting myself into.
~*~*~
It was seeming as if it would never end. Mystic and I were sliding down a water slide-type thing, sliding and slipping from the lake. My hair was drenched and my jeans probably needed to spend five days in a dryer.
Finally, finally, the water slide ended. Mystic and I landed in a large puddle.
"Oof," I grunted. When I stood up, letting my hair drip into the puddle, I looked around.
"Woah," I whispered. "Where am I?"
It seemed like I was in a whole other world. There was a huge stone staircase leading down into a huge pool. Baskets filled with dead flowers hung from the cave-like ceiling. There was an absolutely humongous door on the right side of the room . "Well, a cave," I guessed. That's what this room looked like. A cave. Well, it looked somewhat like a cave since around the absolutely humongous door were some rosebushes. In the distance, I could see a smaller door on the opposite wall I was standing at. Mystic was trying to open that door, so I stopped gaping at everything and walked on the cement pathways around the pool to her. I opened the door and walked in.
A comfortable-looking bed with a blue-and-white print was placed in the center of the right wall. Some tables were against one wall, and a sheet was covering whatever was on the table. A huge basket with several fluffy pillows was placed near the foot of the bed. Mystic completely ignored the bed and basket though, and slithered right over to the tables.
"Draaaagooon," she cried happily. Then she looked at me and back at the tables.
Curiously, I walked over to the tables and pulled off the sheet and gasped.
Don't ever doubt me.
~Chapter Eleven~
Mystic pulled her horn out of me. She snorted in surprise.
I paid no attention to her. I began panting for breath. I knead the grass and my hands got caked with dirt, but I didn't care. I began sliding towards the ground, feeling faint.
"Well, I didn't expect THAT," I heard someone say.
I gulped and squinched my eyes shut. It was the same voice I had heard in my head before. "What?" I managed to croak.
"No TAMERhas ever had that reaction," the voice continued. "But then again, you don't even know. . ."
I took a shaky breath and opened my eyes. "Know what?" I whispered. "You'll find out, like your Dad said," the voice answered.
"You. . .know about that?" I stuttered.
"Of course," the voice laughed. "After all, Chris did say to listen to me. . ."
I looked up and gaped at my Dragonair. Mystic was sitting completely still. Her eyes met mine and she nodded slightly.
"Omigosh!" I yelped. "It's YOU?! YOU'RE that voice?!"
"Shhhh," Mystic said. "Yes, I know. But this is going to be one of many shocks to you."
"Like what?" I demanded to know.
"I can't tell you now," Mystic said. "But you'll find out. And now I have to show you something. Stand up."
Clutching Dad's key, just for comfort, I shakily stood up. Mystic piercing my heart had taken a lot out of me.
Mystic slithered towards the lake and glanced at me. Then she gracefully dove in. She popped her head out of the slightly murky water and gestured for me to come in.
I slowly walked to the lake. I stared at the water, took a deep breath, and jumped in.
Mystic was swimming around the bottom of the lake, searching for something. I couldn't see what on earth could be at the bottom of a lake, but she seemed determined to find something.
I began feeling even more faint. I swam to the top of the lake and took another deep breath, and swam towards Mystic, who had stopped looking for something, but was completely still again.
I got worried. I thought she was dead or something, so I nudged her, but she didn't move except for her eyes closing.
"Mysblic," my underwater voice burbled.
"I'm alright," a voice came into head.
"But. . ." I thought. "Why are you sitting so still?"
"I have to be utterly still to talk to you," Mystic said. "And you can TALK to me, you don't have to poison yourself with no oxygen."
"What?" I said out loud. I instantly clapped my hands over my mouth, sure I was going to start coughing or something. But I was fine.
"What?" I said again.
Mystic snorted in amusement. "Of course you're fine. Why on earth did you think I poked your heart?"
"Huh?"
"Doing so, I made you able to breath underwater. You could probably stay underwater for a whole day."
I grinned. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "That's awesome! But why do I have to know how to breath underwater? And how did you learn how to do that? And why--"
"Hold it!" Mystic laughed. "April, you'll find out the answers to everything. Do you EVER listen to your father?"
I laughed, but my I was dying to throw a thousand more questions at Mystic. I was just so confused about everything.
Mystic finally started moving again and started sweeping some dirt around the lake floor. I swam around, noticing that there wasn't any life in the lake, and this place was completely deserted. I was just about to get out of the lake and find a ponytail for my hair that kept floating in my face, when Mystic starting crying out something happily: "Dragooonair! Dragoooooooooon!!!"
I quickly swam over to her. "What is it?" I asked.
Mystic tapped her horn at something. I took a closer look at it and saw it was a lock attached to a huge steel door.
I swam back in surprise. "Woah," I whispered.
Mystic gestured her head back to the door. "Dragonair, nair," she said, pointing her horn at the lock.
I looked at her confused. "I can't open that," I complained. "It's a lock that needs a key, and I don't have any keys."
Mystic rolled her eyes and stretched out her neck. "Dragonair," she said impatiently.
"My neck?" I asked. I tried as best as I could to look at my throat, and Dad's key was floating around on the chain.
I gasped. "Dad's key?" I gulped. "Does this open. . ."
Mystic nodded, her eyes glassy. She seemed happy and sad and excited and worried all in once. I wondered why.
I shrugged and opened the chain. The key started floating away from me, but I grabbed it. I stuffed it into the keyhole and slowly, slowly turned the key. The lock popped off, but the door showed no signs of opening.
"Uh oh," I murmured. Of course there was no handle to the door. How on earth was I supposed to open this thing?
"Draaagoooon," Mystic suddenly called out. She was pointing at something with her tail. I swam over towards her, and saw that there was a handle, but it had been buried under some algae. I stared at the handle in amazement, because it looked exactly like the Dragonair on the key and ring.
"Woooooah. . ." I whispered. I stared and stared at the Dragonair until Mystic poked my arm with her horn, prompting me to just open the door already.
"Oh, yeah," I said. I grabbed the handle with both hands and pulled with all of my might.
~*~*~
After ten minutes of pulling, the door had barely budged. At one point, it had showed a small sign of actually opening, but then it fell down with a boom.
I swam up to the top of the lake and got out of the water and sighed. "It's no use," I said. "I can't even pull the door open, for crying out loud!"
Mystic popped her head out from underwater. She gave me a Look that plainly said, "Get back under there right now and open the door or else!"
I sighed again. "I can't Mystic," I complained. "That stupid door won't budge. I need a crane or something to lift it up."
"Draaaaaaaaagon!" Mystic cried. She wrapped her tail around my leg and pulled me back underwater. She pulled me to the door and said, "Draaaaaaaaagonaaaaaair!"
"All right, all right," I moaned. "I'll try again." But before I could even put my hands on the handle, Mystic wrapped her tail around it and pulled. Within seconds, the door slowly creaked open.
I stared at Mystic in amazement, and then in anger.
"Mystiiiiiiic. . .why didn't you do that the FIRST time I tried to open the door, so I wouldn't HAVE TO BREAK MY HANDS TRYING TO PULL IT FOR THE LAST TEN MINUTES?!!!!"
"Dragonaaaaair," Mystic said simply. She looked down at the now-open door.
I took a deep breath. I had to do this. I didn't know what was coming to me, but it had to do with something with Dad--why else would he give me the key?
"Okay, here I go," I murmured. I swam down into the door, with Mystic following me, not knowing what I was getting myself into.
~*~*~
It was seeming as if it would never end. Mystic and I were sliding down a water slide-type thing, sliding and slipping from the lake. My hair was drenched and my jeans probably needed to spend five days in a dryer.
Finally, finally, the water slide ended. Mystic and I landed in a large puddle.
"Oof," I grunted. When I stood up, letting my hair drip into the puddle, I looked around.
"Woah," I whispered. "Where am I?"
It seemed like I was in a whole other world. There was a huge stone staircase leading down into a huge pool. Baskets filled with dead flowers hung from the cave-like ceiling. There was an absolutely humongous door on the right side of the room . "Well, a cave," I guessed. That's what this room looked like. A cave. Well, it looked somewhat like a cave since around the absolutely humongous door were some rosebushes. In the distance, I could see a smaller door on the opposite wall I was standing at. Mystic was trying to open that door, so I stopped gaping at everything and walked on the cement pathways around the pool to her. I opened the door and walked in.
A comfortable-looking bed with a blue-and-white print was placed in the center of the right wall. Some tables were against one wall, and a sheet was covering whatever was on the table. A huge basket with several fluffy pillows was placed near the foot of the bed. Mystic completely ignored the bed and basket though, and slithered right over to the tables.
"Draaaagooon," she cried happily. Then she looked at me and back at the tables.
Curiously, I walked over to the tables and pulled off the sheet and gasped.