Mistorie Of the real Poke'mone Master
Chapter one
Pain filled memories
Summery Ash has only one memory left of his dad,but why dosen't he remember more?Is there something behind it?And what had his father meant when he said Ash was the true Pok'emon master?Is there more to being a Pok'emon master than just Pok'e mon? With Team Rocket breathing down his back,and Misty nagging in his ear,while Brock is dropping dead over all the nurse Joy's and officer Jenny's,can Ash find out his dad's secret?
Ash sat looking glumly out the window of his room in the hotel that him,Misty,and Brock had rented.
Sighing degectedly as he watched the rain fall out of the darkend sky,droplets of water making there way down the stain glass window,he felt a tear of his own go down his face.
He was fourteen ,he thought to himself angirely, why should He be so sad..so so upset about HIM?!
He turned and flopped down on his small bed,looking blankly up at the ceiling listening to the rain pound down hard on the roof.
*You are the real Pok'emon master Ash.You are, just trust me.It dosn't go down to how many you catch.Maybe...maybe, someday I'll tell you*
That was the last thing he remembered him saying.
Ash's big amber eyes closed momentarily at the sweet memory that he relished over of his father.He did know why,but once his father had left- and a little while after-he couldn't remember a thing before then.He had been five-a time to remember stuff-both good and bad.Yet he had not.
Raking a hand through his messy raven black hair he growled. What had his dad meant?There's more to it?How could there be more too it?All you have to do is catch all the pok'emon and of course be a good trainer...but something was bugging him,he had to find out what his dad meant.
"Pika?"said a soft slightly squeaky voice to his right.Looking to the table he smiled as he saw Pikachu and started to pet his head.
"You know Pikachu,"he whisperd and Pikachu looked up,"I was always broke up that my dad left,but I had tryed to drown out the feeling with thinking of becoming a Pok'emon master.But..."the words left his lips and he didn't seem to know what to say.
"But..it isn't right.Something about being a Pok'emon master.What had my dad meant?It dosn't matter how meany Pok'emon I catch?"
Ash looked down to Pikachu,"I shouldn't be worring you little buddy.Lets get some sleep." Reluctantly Pikachu nodded in agreement.They needed sleep,and he curled up beside Ash listening to the rythmatic heart beat that was slowing slighty,and the drizzle of rain on the roof and window.
Something was worng,and it was much more than just the regular Pok'emon.Something was terribly,horribly wrong. ~~~~~~~
Summery Ash has only one memory left of his dad,but why dosen't he remember more?Is there something behind it?And what had his father meant when he said Ash was the true Pok'emon master?Is there more to being a Pok'emon master than just Pok'e mon? With Team Rocket breathing down his back,and Misty nagging in his ear,while Brock is dropping dead over all the nurse Joy's and officer Jenny's,can Ash find out his dad's secret?
Ash sat looking glumly out the window of his room in the hotel that him,Misty,and Brock had rented.
Sighing degectedly as he watched the rain fall out of the darkend sky,droplets of water making there way down the stain glass window,he felt a tear of his own go down his face.
He was fourteen ,he thought to himself angirely, why should He be so sad..so so upset about HIM?!
He turned and flopped down on his small bed,looking blankly up at the ceiling listening to the rain pound down hard on the roof.
*You are the real Pok'emon master Ash.You are, just trust me.It dosn't go down to how many you catch.Maybe...maybe, someday I'll tell you*
That was the last thing he remembered him saying.
Ash's big amber eyes closed momentarily at the sweet memory that he relished over of his father.He did know why,but once his father had left- and a little while after-he couldn't remember a thing before then.He had been five-a time to remember stuff-both good and bad.Yet he had not.
Raking a hand through his messy raven black hair he growled. What had his dad meant?There's more to it?How could there be more too it?All you have to do is catch all the pok'emon and of course be a good trainer...but something was bugging him,he had to find out what his dad meant.
"Pika?"said a soft slightly squeaky voice to his right.Looking to the table he smiled as he saw Pikachu and started to pet his head.
"You know Pikachu,"he whisperd and Pikachu looked up,"I was always broke up that my dad left,but I had tryed to drown out the feeling with thinking of becoming a Pok'emon master.But..."the words left his lips and he didn't seem to know what to say.
"But..it isn't right.Something about being a Pok'emon master.What had my dad meant?It dosn't matter how meany Pok'emon I catch?"
Ash looked down to Pikachu,"I shouldn't be worring you little buddy.Lets get some sleep." Reluctantly Pikachu nodded in agreement.They needed sleep,and he curled up beside Ash listening to the rythmatic heart beat that was slowing slighty,and the drizzle of rain on the roof and window.
Something was worng,and it was much more than just the regular Pok'emon.Something was terribly,horribly wrong. ~~~~~~~