iThis was the second story I wrote that was set in the Pokmon world.
It was about Ash and some other characters from the TV series and some new ones
like Nessa. It features a lot more Pokmon battles. In the background is
Ash's dealing with the situation he was left with at the end of the previous
story, /iGoodbye Raichui. In the foreground is Ash helping Nessa understand
what it means to be a Pokmon trainer.iI recommend that you read /IGoodbye RaichuI before you read this one.
Otherwise you would spoil the first one.bAsh and NessabChapter One -- Nessa Challenges AshP
The two challengers stood facing each other at opposite ends of the stadium.
At one end was a sturdy, sixteen year-old boy with a firm look of determination
in his face. At the other stood a short, scrawny, ten year-old girl looking
quite apprehensive. Lights came on, illuminating the ground and the contestants,
accentuating the differences between them.
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"Challenger Nessa from Celadon City wishes to challenge Cerulean Gym Leader
Ash Ketchum," announced an adjudicator. "You may use up to two Pokmon
each. The contestant with no Pokmon able to battle loses the match.
Begin now!"
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"Don't think that I'll be easy on you," Ash warned the young girl. It was his
usual opening line, but was often untrue. Ash never wanted to crush his gym
challengers, only to defeat them in a way that spurred them on to try harder
next time.
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"You don't need to be," came an unconvincing reply.
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Ash took a Pok ball from his belt and threw it into the stadium. The red
and white halves hinged open while in mid-air, and from inside it materialized a
purplish blue turtle-shaped figure. "I choose Wartortle for my first
Pokmon," called Ash.
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"Then I choose Pikachu," replied the girl, similarly throwing a Pok
ball that released a small yellow mousey-looking creature with tall ears and a
zig-zag tail. "Your water Pokmon is no match for my electric type."
P
Ash felt a touch of envy as soon as he saw the Pikachu. His own very first
Pokmon was a Pikachu, but they parted ways some months earlier, and Ash
missed his former companion deeply. Nessa's Pikachu looked in poorer shape than
the one he used to have, though--it looked almost as scrawny as her.
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Ash wasted no time. "Water gun!" he commanded.
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"Evade the attack," called out Nessa.
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Wartortle obediently opened its mouth and aimed a torrent of water out of it
towards its opponent. The smaller Pikachu was quick off the mark and easily
dodged the attack.
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"Thundershock!" Nessa ordered her Pikachu, excitedly. Pikachu tensed its face,
spat a few sparks from its cheeks as if to prime itself, and shot a bolt of
electricity at Ash's Wartortle.
P
Being slower than Pikachu, Wartortle could not avoid the attack. The
thundershock hit its mark and stunned Wartortle, but it managed to withstand it,
and in a moment was ready for its trainer's next command.
P
Poor Nessa seemed more stunned than Wartortle. "But I thought water
Pokmon were weak against electricity..."
P
Unabe to regain her composure in time to direct Pikachu, Ash seized his chance.
"Wartortle, skull bash, now!" ye yelled, pointing at his opponent's
PokP
Wartortle took several bounds, then dived head-first, straight towards its
little opponent. "Pika!" it cried. Without direction from Nessa, Pikachu was
unsure whether to attack or retreat. It looked back at her uncertainly.
P
"Oh no," exclaimed Nessa. She lifted her Pok ball and attempted to
recall Pikachu. But she was too late. The blue missile struck its target and
knocked the yellow mouse down.
P
Nessa and Ash watched and waited. Pikachu tried to get up once, twice, then fell
flat on its face, too dazed from the impact.
P
"Pikachu is unable to battle," announced the adjudicator.
P
"Oh!" gasped Nessa. She recalled it into its Pok ball and stopped to
think. Ash noticed a worried look on her face.
P
"Please decide which Pokmon you wish to use next," advised the
adjudicator. "Otherwise you will have to forfeit."
P
Without saying another word, Nessa threw another Pok ball into the
arena. A lizard-like Pokmon with a flame at the end of its tail
appeared.
P
"Wartortle, return," called Ash, recalling his first Pokmon into its
Pok ball. Choosing another, he called out, "I choose you! Go,
Bellsprout!"
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Nessa gasped as she saw a wobbly, stalky, plant-like creature with a bell-shaped
head appear. "But Ash," she said, "Wartortle had the type advantage over
Charmander. Your Bellsprout'll be weak against my fire type."
P
"There's more to Pokmon battles than matching types," replied Ash.
"Let's go."
P
"Charmander," ordered Nessa, "ember attack!"
P
"Stun spore," commanded Ash simultaneously.
P
Both Pokmon sent forth their attacks, Charmander issuing a burst of
flame from its mouth and Bellsprout spraying out a mist of fine particles.
Charmander's ember struck its target first and sent Bellsprout reeling over
backwards, obviously shaken by the blast. The stun spore then reached
Charmander, who haplessly breathed some of it in. The effects were immediate:
Charmander became unsteady on its feet, then it started coughing, shook
violently, and finally fell over, paralyzed.
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Ash's attention was directed to his own Pokmon. "Bellsprout, are you
OK?" he called. He banked on Bellsprout being able to handle one ember attack,
but not two. So he had to act quickly in case Charmander recovered.
P
"Bellsprout, vine whip, now!"
P
Bellsprout got back up onto its root-like feet and shot out two green tendrils
towards its weakened opponent.
P
Meanwhile, Nessa was trying to coax her Pokmon up. "Come on, Charmander,
you can do it! Try and get up."
P
Charmander struggled to overcome its paralysis and pushed itself unsteadily
onto its feet. But before it could gather the energy to continue the fight,
Bellsprout's vine whip struck with a crack, knocking it over again.
P
"Charmander," cried Nessa, almost in tears, "Please keep fighting."
P
Ash was moved. Nessa seemed keen and genuine, but she was hopeless. He didn't
want Charmander to suffer any further attack, but as a gym leader, he couldn't
intentionally allow someone to beat him.
P
"Bell!" uttered Bellsprout, eager to prove itself to its trainer.
P
"Wait, Bellsprout," Ash said. Then to Nessa, he asked, "Do you forfeit?"
P
"I...I don't know," Nessa sobbed.
P
"I still have Wartortle," reminded Ash. "There's no point letting Charmander
suffer. You need to have it treated at a Pokmon Centre."
P
"All...all right. I...forfeit."
P
"Nessa has forfeited the match," promptly announced the adjudicator. "The
victory goes to the gym leader."
P
Poor Nessa burst into tears. She returned Charmander to its Pok ball
and started to run out.
P
"Wait!" Ash called out.
P
Nessa stopped and turned around. Ash ran up to her.
P
"Nessa, don't give up."
P
"That's easy for you to say. You're a gym leader. You're not as bad as me.
No-one can be as bad as me."
P
"Nessa, you need to learn a lot more about training Pokmon, and you have
to keep practising. One day, when you're ready, you can come back and try
again."
P
She looked down thoughtfully at the Pok ball in her hand. A tear fell
onto it. She wiped another from her cheek with her free hand. "I've got to take
Charmander to the Pokmon Centre."
P
"You know where it is?"
P
Nessa nodded. "I'll be OK." She went off, still sniffing. As she reached the
doorway, she turned back for a moment and looked at Ash, then went on her way.
P style="text-align: center; font-size: 8pt" George Politis 2002/P
It was about Ash and some other characters from the TV series and some new ones
like Nessa. It features a lot more Pokmon battles. In the background is
Ash's dealing with the situation he was left with at the end of the previous
story, /iGoodbye Raichui. In the foreground is Ash helping Nessa understand
what it means to be a Pokmon trainer.iI recommend that you read /IGoodbye RaichuI before you read this one.
Otherwise you would spoil the first one.bAsh and NessabChapter One -- Nessa Challenges AshP
The two challengers stood facing each other at opposite ends of the stadium.
At one end was a sturdy, sixteen year-old boy with a firm look of determination
in his face. At the other stood a short, scrawny, ten year-old girl looking
quite apprehensive. Lights came on, illuminating the ground and the contestants,
accentuating the differences between them.
P
"Challenger Nessa from Celadon City wishes to challenge Cerulean Gym Leader
Ash Ketchum," announced an adjudicator. "You may use up to two Pokmon
each. The contestant with no Pokmon able to battle loses the match.
Begin now!"
P
"Don't think that I'll be easy on you," Ash warned the young girl. It was his
usual opening line, but was often untrue. Ash never wanted to crush his gym
challengers, only to defeat them in a way that spurred them on to try harder
next time.
P
"You don't need to be," came an unconvincing reply.
P
Ash took a Pok ball from his belt and threw it into the stadium. The red
and white halves hinged open while in mid-air, and from inside it materialized a
purplish blue turtle-shaped figure. "I choose Wartortle for my first
Pokmon," called Ash.
P
"Then I choose Pikachu," replied the girl, similarly throwing a Pok
ball that released a small yellow mousey-looking creature with tall ears and a
zig-zag tail. "Your water Pokmon is no match for my electric type."
P
Ash felt a touch of envy as soon as he saw the Pikachu. His own very first
Pokmon was a Pikachu, but they parted ways some months earlier, and Ash
missed his former companion deeply. Nessa's Pikachu looked in poorer shape than
the one he used to have, though--it looked almost as scrawny as her.
P
Ash wasted no time. "Water gun!" he commanded.
P
"Evade the attack," called out Nessa.
P
Wartortle obediently opened its mouth and aimed a torrent of water out of it
towards its opponent. The smaller Pikachu was quick off the mark and easily
dodged the attack.
P
"Thundershock!" Nessa ordered her Pikachu, excitedly. Pikachu tensed its face,
spat a few sparks from its cheeks as if to prime itself, and shot a bolt of
electricity at Ash's Wartortle.
P
Being slower than Pikachu, Wartortle could not avoid the attack. The
thundershock hit its mark and stunned Wartortle, but it managed to withstand it,
and in a moment was ready for its trainer's next command.
P
Poor Nessa seemed more stunned than Wartortle. "But I thought water
Pokmon were weak against electricity..."
P
Unabe to regain her composure in time to direct Pikachu, Ash seized his chance.
"Wartortle, skull bash, now!" ye yelled, pointing at his opponent's
PokP
Wartortle took several bounds, then dived head-first, straight towards its
little opponent. "Pika!" it cried. Without direction from Nessa, Pikachu was
unsure whether to attack or retreat. It looked back at her uncertainly.
P
"Oh no," exclaimed Nessa. She lifted her Pok ball and attempted to
recall Pikachu. But she was too late. The blue missile struck its target and
knocked the yellow mouse down.
P
Nessa and Ash watched and waited. Pikachu tried to get up once, twice, then fell
flat on its face, too dazed from the impact.
P
"Pikachu is unable to battle," announced the adjudicator.
P
"Oh!" gasped Nessa. She recalled it into its Pok ball and stopped to
think. Ash noticed a worried look on her face.
P
"Please decide which Pokmon you wish to use next," advised the
adjudicator. "Otherwise you will have to forfeit."
P
Without saying another word, Nessa threw another Pok ball into the
arena. A lizard-like Pokmon with a flame at the end of its tail
appeared.
P
"Wartortle, return," called Ash, recalling his first Pokmon into its
Pok ball. Choosing another, he called out, "I choose you! Go,
Bellsprout!"
P
Nessa gasped as she saw a wobbly, stalky, plant-like creature with a bell-shaped
head appear. "But Ash," she said, "Wartortle had the type advantage over
Charmander. Your Bellsprout'll be weak against my fire type."
P
"There's more to Pokmon battles than matching types," replied Ash.
"Let's go."
P
"Charmander," ordered Nessa, "ember attack!"
P
"Stun spore," commanded Ash simultaneously.
P
Both Pokmon sent forth their attacks, Charmander issuing a burst of
flame from its mouth and Bellsprout spraying out a mist of fine particles.
Charmander's ember struck its target first and sent Bellsprout reeling over
backwards, obviously shaken by the blast. The stun spore then reached
Charmander, who haplessly breathed some of it in. The effects were immediate:
Charmander became unsteady on its feet, then it started coughing, shook
violently, and finally fell over, paralyzed.
P
Ash's attention was directed to his own Pokmon. "Bellsprout, are you
OK?" he called. He banked on Bellsprout being able to handle one ember attack,
but not two. So he had to act quickly in case Charmander recovered.
P
"Bellsprout, vine whip, now!"
P
Bellsprout got back up onto its root-like feet and shot out two green tendrils
towards its weakened opponent.
P
Meanwhile, Nessa was trying to coax her Pokmon up. "Come on, Charmander,
you can do it! Try and get up."
P
Charmander struggled to overcome its paralysis and pushed itself unsteadily
onto its feet. But before it could gather the energy to continue the fight,
Bellsprout's vine whip struck with a crack, knocking it over again.
P
"Charmander," cried Nessa, almost in tears, "Please keep fighting."
P
Ash was moved. Nessa seemed keen and genuine, but she was hopeless. He didn't
want Charmander to suffer any further attack, but as a gym leader, he couldn't
intentionally allow someone to beat him.
P
"Bell!" uttered Bellsprout, eager to prove itself to its trainer.
P
"Wait, Bellsprout," Ash said. Then to Nessa, he asked, "Do you forfeit?"
P
"I...I don't know," Nessa sobbed.
P
"I still have Wartortle," reminded Ash. "There's no point letting Charmander
suffer. You need to have it treated at a Pokmon Centre."
P
"All...all right. I...forfeit."
P
"Nessa has forfeited the match," promptly announced the adjudicator. "The
victory goes to the gym leader."
P
Poor Nessa burst into tears. She returned Charmander to its Pok ball
and started to run out.
P
"Wait!" Ash called out.
P
Nessa stopped and turned around. Ash ran up to her.
P
"Nessa, don't give up."
P
"That's easy for you to say. You're a gym leader. You're not as bad as me.
No-one can be as bad as me."
P
"Nessa, you need to learn a lot more about training Pokmon, and you have
to keep practising. One day, when you're ready, you can come back and try
again."
P
She looked down thoughtfully at the Pok ball in her hand. A tear fell
onto it. She wiped another from her cheek with her free hand. "I've got to take
Charmander to the Pokmon Centre."
P
"You know where it is?"
P
Nessa nodded. "I'll be OK." She went off, still sniffing. As she reached the
doorway, she turned back for a moment and looked at Ash, then went on her way.
P style="text-align: center; font-size: 8pt" George Politis 2002/P
