Ash's dark chestnut eyes oppened, his calid and confused stare looked in
every direction as his blurred sight attempted to focus, "great Mew...i
feel so dizzy, what happened?" he groaned shutting his eyes tightly as a
wave od daze and a slight headache punctured his brain. He oppened his eyes
once more and stared with interest at the moving brow blurrs that leapt,
ran and paced lazily across a green area, possibly a forest, "wait a min,
wasnt i supposed to be dead?" he suddenly questioned himself with concern
and interest. A gentle voice next to him startled his senses, "no, you
survived somehow i see, ever since you were bornt you have been very ill,
we didnt expect you to live" a female voice explained although by the sound
of it Ash knew it wasnt someone you could mess with and get away without a
scratch. Ash tilted his head as a blurry firgure came slowly into vision, a
brown creature with rather long ears and a fluffy, white chest stared down
at him, although he couldnt make out what it was, "what day is it?"he asked
confused, his voice stuttering a bit in discomfort. The creature tilted her
head a bit to the side like a puppy an sighed, "it's the 7th of July as the
humans call it, day seven of the month of hunting for us" the creature said
kindly but rather matter of factly, as if it was very obvious. Ash's head
tilted to the side in coffusion as he counted in his head, "e...eight
months...eight months, i've been dead or away for eight months..." he said
in a soft, painful whisper as memories came into his mind and a gorgeous,
red haired Elf came into his mind as clearly as if he had Misty right in
front of him. He looked up again to speak to the creature that talked and
his heart skipped a beat as his eyes stared right into a pair of icy blue
eyes, so cold it could freeze you by just looking, and so hard that not
even diamond could break. He could find courage and determination in those
eyes, but he could also see suffering, but a suffering blocked inside,
locked in a box deep into the soul so it wouldnt reflect to the world
outside. As he stared for a moment longer he saw the creature was an
animal, a female animal with a rather beautiful face covered in light,
reddish brown fur of a very silky texture easily explaining this was not a
pup, but not an adult, it was a teen. A tiny black nose the shape of an
equilateral triangle shone with it's natural humidity, the nose of a canine
without doubt. The ears were long as Ash had expected but five silver rings
were pierced along it with three marihuana leaves and two tiny balls, on
the other ear were also a few rings and several balls that decreased in
size as they neared the tip of the ear. The chest was covered with pearly
white fur of a very silky and soft texture, although it looked much like a
fallen mane since it started on the shoulders and floated down like a
silent fog. The legs, obviously canine, were long, and slender, very
musculous, and the claws, of a night black colour, were sharp enough to
slash although commonly used to hold onto the terain while running. The
body itself was slender and thin, very atractive as its muscles were hard,
and apparently in the recent puberty since it still had traces of childhood
in it. The whole body was finished in a long, fluffy tail, like that of a
fox, also covered in brown, silky fur, except for the tip of it wich looked
like a mountain crowned with snow since it was pale that the moon at night.
Ash gasped again although he didnt know if it was surprise or awe, this was
obviously the most beautiful eevee Ash had ever seen, she could be called
atractive, but she was an eevee after all.
Ash stared at her raising an eyebrow, his face reflecting confussion, "you are an eevee!" he exclaimed surprised as his blurry vision had cleared completely and he was able to focus on every tiny detail. The eevee looked down at him, a matter of factly look plastered on her face, "no, really? i though i was Articuno myself" the beautiful creature said making her point clear, and Ash new this really wasnt someone to mess with. Ash's eyes widdened as a new thought striked in his mind like a lightning, and a new reality dawned in his thoughts, "but pokemon dont talk, except legendary i presume" Ash explained with a voice hinting he knew this was right. The eevee looked down at him, and the young teen crawled back a bit fearing the murderous look that had suddenly flashed into the icy blue eyes, "you've been away for some time, havent you? pokemon can talk with pokemon, and humans can talk with humans, or is it that now pokemon are speechless, authist creatures?" the young female said with a hint of a growl in her rather sweet voice. Ash stood up with a leap and found out that his shaky legs could barely mantain his whole body as he lost balance and fell, his hands landing first. His whole body felt numb and weak but for some odd reason he felt much more comfortable on four legs than on his two hind ones. He looked down as a reflect and his mouth drowned a silent gasp, his hands were not hands any more, they were paws, padded paws covered in a reddish brown fur and finished in a collection of black claws. Ash looked around at himself, a painful look in his rather handsome features, and he saw feeling an anguishing pressure in his stomach that his body looked much like the eevee's except for the fact that his fur was darker and his body was slightly larger. He looked forward, not at the eevee, more into empty space, and startling the whole kindergarden of eevee pups, a loud yell escaped his throat, "NOOOOOOOO!" the word echoed in the boundaries of the little, hidden valley sounding more like a high pitched, "hayeeeeeeev". Without a last word or a look behind, his new, slim but musculous legs carried him away, away from the kindergarden or from the colony of eevees, and either the young adult eevee that watched after the pups didnt care about Ash, or she didnt notice him leaving. But someone did. The female eevee's eyes stared at the retreating figure, "hey, where do you think you are going? you are not supposed to leave the colony!" she yelled in a commanding voice. But Ash didnt stop, he didnt turn or hinted in any possible way that he had heard the angry yells of the eevee. The teenage adventurer sighed and her much more experienced paws carried her after the trail left by the young eevee, and although she appeared to be annoyed she felt a wave of excitement rush across her like a volt of electricity. She adored danger, and found breaking rules always exciting and fun.
Ash stopped by a stream, the gentle song of the moving water across a slightly wild current calmed his senses a bit. A silent tear escaped his left eyes, and slowly trailed down his cheek as memories from his former life flashed across his mind like excited electrons. He remembered his friends, he remembered his beloved pal, Pikachu, and most of all he remembered Misty, the gorgeous Elven woman he loved, he knew she was an Elf although she tried to hide it. He ignored the sound of trotting pads that aprached at a quick speed, and he completely ignored the only creature that had ever spoken to him, "here you are, you know? we shouldnt be..." she started in a dominant tone but quickly closed her mouth as she saw the silent tear in the pokemon's cheek. The eevee sat down next to him, a look of concern written in her features, and her icy cold eyes flowed like water as they melted with a friendly warmth, "a...are you all right?" she asked obviously concerned. Ash focused her eyes into her's and his pain reflecting in his handsome features was more she could take, she slowly embraced the young, teen eevee in a friendly hug, and Ash new that now he wasnt alone, that he had someone to count on.
Ash told the pokemon his story, faint squetches of his beginning as a pokemon trainer and a vivid explanation of his best friend, Misty, his pokemon Pikachu and the way he died. The eevee listened with interest, her eyes locked into his as he told his story, and her expression changing as the story did, focusing excitement, sorrow, fear or anger. As the teenager finished his story, the female eevee stood up, a smile on her face, "lets go find them!" she said excitedly, the burning fire of adventure glowing brightly in her heart. Ash raised an eyebrow as he stared at the handsome eevee with a look of confussion, "what?" he asked hinting his surprise. The eevee smiled at him showing a set of razor, peraly teeth and sharp fangs, "i said, lets go find your friends, it's obvious you miss them, right? well, go find them, and i'll go with you, i have more experience than you and might come in handy, u know?" she explaing leaping forward and surprising the unaccustomed pokemon. Ash smiled at her and slowly stood up, still getting used to his new body, "by the way, my name is Eloise, but you can call me Elly, actually, you better call me Elly" she said with a wicked smirk before Ash could thank her. Ash's smile got wider as he realized for the first time in a long time that he had a friend, "well, thank you Elly...my name is Ash...i guess..." he smiled with a rather foolish grin, his cheeks blushing slightly. With a loud howl Elly started running leaving the hill far behind, and with another joyful howl Ash was behind her, both eevees running in a game of teenagers, danger meant nothing to either, although their agile trot lead them torwards the depths of the forest, and torwards the biggest adventure of their lives.
To Be Continued...
AN: So how is this coming along? ok? I think it's getting much more interesting as it goes on, doesnt it? So perhaps there were some points a bit rushed, im sorry if that's happening. So review, or dont if you dont like, if you have some good criticism to make i'll be more than pleased to hear it (dont confused critics with flaming, a critic is instructive, a flaming is worthless, and it simply discourages the writer, hurts the author and affects the whole writting itself cuz you always feel "what if its true...?") so well, i just hope you are all enjoying it.
Also i would like to give a special thank you to The Maelstrom Mephisto (if that's how you write it) for his devotion to my stories, this one and The Journey of Chaos, and for his friendly and encouraging comments about my stories and the kind of elements i use to write. Thank you again, my friend.
Ash stared at her raising an eyebrow, his face reflecting confussion, "you are an eevee!" he exclaimed surprised as his blurry vision had cleared completely and he was able to focus on every tiny detail. The eevee looked down at him, a matter of factly look plastered on her face, "no, really? i though i was Articuno myself" the beautiful creature said making her point clear, and Ash new this really wasnt someone to mess with. Ash's eyes widdened as a new thought striked in his mind like a lightning, and a new reality dawned in his thoughts, "but pokemon dont talk, except legendary i presume" Ash explained with a voice hinting he knew this was right. The eevee looked down at him, and the young teen crawled back a bit fearing the murderous look that had suddenly flashed into the icy blue eyes, "you've been away for some time, havent you? pokemon can talk with pokemon, and humans can talk with humans, or is it that now pokemon are speechless, authist creatures?" the young female said with a hint of a growl in her rather sweet voice. Ash stood up with a leap and found out that his shaky legs could barely mantain his whole body as he lost balance and fell, his hands landing first. His whole body felt numb and weak but for some odd reason he felt much more comfortable on four legs than on his two hind ones. He looked down as a reflect and his mouth drowned a silent gasp, his hands were not hands any more, they were paws, padded paws covered in a reddish brown fur and finished in a collection of black claws. Ash looked around at himself, a painful look in his rather handsome features, and he saw feeling an anguishing pressure in his stomach that his body looked much like the eevee's except for the fact that his fur was darker and his body was slightly larger. He looked forward, not at the eevee, more into empty space, and startling the whole kindergarden of eevee pups, a loud yell escaped his throat, "NOOOOOOOO!" the word echoed in the boundaries of the little, hidden valley sounding more like a high pitched, "hayeeeeeeev". Without a last word or a look behind, his new, slim but musculous legs carried him away, away from the kindergarden or from the colony of eevees, and either the young adult eevee that watched after the pups didnt care about Ash, or she didnt notice him leaving. But someone did. The female eevee's eyes stared at the retreating figure, "hey, where do you think you are going? you are not supposed to leave the colony!" she yelled in a commanding voice. But Ash didnt stop, he didnt turn or hinted in any possible way that he had heard the angry yells of the eevee. The teenage adventurer sighed and her much more experienced paws carried her after the trail left by the young eevee, and although she appeared to be annoyed she felt a wave of excitement rush across her like a volt of electricity. She adored danger, and found breaking rules always exciting and fun.
Ash stopped by a stream, the gentle song of the moving water across a slightly wild current calmed his senses a bit. A silent tear escaped his left eyes, and slowly trailed down his cheek as memories from his former life flashed across his mind like excited electrons. He remembered his friends, he remembered his beloved pal, Pikachu, and most of all he remembered Misty, the gorgeous Elven woman he loved, he knew she was an Elf although she tried to hide it. He ignored the sound of trotting pads that aprached at a quick speed, and he completely ignored the only creature that had ever spoken to him, "here you are, you know? we shouldnt be..." she started in a dominant tone but quickly closed her mouth as she saw the silent tear in the pokemon's cheek. The eevee sat down next to him, a look of concern written in her features, and her icy cold eyes flowed like water as they melted with a friendly warmth, "a...are you all right?" she asked obviously concerned. Ash focused her eyes into her's and his pain reflecting in his handsome features was more she could take, she slowly embraced the young, teen eevee in a friendly hug, and Ash new that now he wasnt alone, that he had someone to count on.
Ash told the pokemon his story, faint squetches of his beginning as a pokemon trainer and a vivid explanation of his best friend, Misty, his pokemon Pikachu and the way he died. The eevee listened with interest, her eyes locked into his as he told his story, and her expression changing as the story did, focusing excitement, sorrow, fear or anger. As the teenager finished his story, the female eevee stood up, a smile on her face, "lets go find them!" she said excitedly, the burning fire of adventure glowing brightly in her heart. Ash raised an eyebrow as he stared at the handsome eevee with a look of confussion, "what?" he asked hinting his surprise. The eevee smiled at him showing a set of razor, peraly teeth and sharp fangs, "i said, lets go find your friends, it's obvious you miss them, right? well, go find them, and i'll go with you, i have more experience than you and might come in handy, u know?" she explaing leaping forward and surprising the unaccustomed pokemon. Ash smiled at her and slowly stood up, still getting used to his new body, "by the way, my name is Eloise, but you can call me Elly, actually, you better call me Elly" she said with a wicked smirk before Ash could thank her. Ash's smile got wider as he realized for the first time in a long time that he had a friend, "well, thank you Elly...my name is Ash...i guess..." he smiled with a rather foolish grin, his cheeks blushing slightly. With a loud howl Elly started running leaving the hill far behind, and with another joyful howl Ash was behind her, both eevees running in a game of teenagers, danger meant nothing to either, although their agile trot lead them torwards the depths of the forest, and torwards the biggest adventure of their lives.
To Be Continued...
AN: So how is this coming along? ok? I think it's getting much more interesting as it goes on, doesnt it? So perhaps there were some points a bit rushed, im sorry if that's happening. So review, or dont if you dont like, if you have some good criticism to make i'll be more than pleased to hear it (dont confused critics with flaming, a critic is instructive, a flaming is worthless, and it simply discourages the writer, hurts the author and affects the whole writting itself cuz you always feel "what if its true...?") so well, i just hope you are all enjoying it.
Also i would like to give a special thank you to The Maelstrom Mephisto (if that's how you write it) for his devotion to my stories, this one and The Journey of Chaos, and for his friendly and encouraging comments about my stories and the kind of elements i use to write. Thank you again, my friend.