Title - Off to see Mr. Pokemon. :)
Disclaimer - I don't own pokemon. If I did, May would've died a horrible death
and Ash and Misty would be married fighting ever after.
"Ugh. This is one hot day. Where's the nearest pool?" I whinge to Silver.
"No duh. And I don't know." A smooth, yet powerful voice said.
"Wha...? Silver, did you hear that?" I spin around, trying to find the source of
the voice.
"I was that voice."
"That was you?" I ask the lion-puppy incredulously.
"No. it was that tree over there."
"Hey cool! A talking tree!" I scan the area looking for that tree in particular.
"Idiot." Silver rolls her eyes.
"Silver, why are you... that was you, wasn't it?" I stop scanning the area and
look at the puppy. "How come you can do that?"
"My father was a green Chimecho. I inherited the telepathic ability of all
psychic and ghost pokemon." Silver looks at me quietly. "Anyway," Silver starts
walking again, as we had stopped (a/n duh) "shouldn't we get to Mr. Pokemons'
house soon? You do want to be home before tonight, I take it?"
"Oh, yeah. Right." I start to jog to catch up to my furry friend.
*
"Shouldn't be too much longer." I say to Silver, who is sitting at my feet, with
huge amounts of drool hanging out of her mouth. "You know that's gross, right?"
I ask her.
"I know. But since I've finished my sandwich, I want yours."
"Figures." I mutter to myself. "Heres some water instead." I put a bowl of the
cool, clear liquid onto the ground underneath the berry tree we were sitting
next to.
"Thanks." Silver immediately starts to lap up the liquid, making her drool even
more.
"Gross. You finished that already?!? Oh well. Anyway, lets get going." I get up,
pick up the bowl and remanants of our snack, and Silver and I continue to walk
down the route.
A little while later, Silver calls to me "I think I found it, Hunter! See? I was
doing something constructive, not just nosing around the bushes because its
fun... even though it is." Silver ended in a hurry.
"Ok, coming." I call to my friend, and have to do a good bush-bash to get to
her, and then notice the track leading from where I was to the clearing.
"That must be it." I say to Silver. "Come on, let's go in."
The biggest Pidgeot I had ever seen seemingly guarded the cabin I was heading
towards.
"Uh-Oh..." I say to myself. "How we gonna get past that?" I turn to Silver.
"Growl! Growlithe Growl!" Silver barked to the Pidgeot.
Raising its elegant head, the Pidgeot replies "Pidgeoort pidgeor." And the
magnificent bird starts preening its glossy feathers.
"We can go through, and this is the house we were looking for." Silver says to
me, trotting towards the door.
"Uh...cool." I say, a bit wary of the eagle and its huge talons.
"Hellooo? Anyone home?" I call to the cabin in general while banging
continuously on the door. "Hello?"
"Hello?" a male voice says behind the door. "Who is there?"
"Uh. I'm Hunter, originally from Johto, now from Littleroot Town. I've come to
see Mr. Pokemon." I say to the door.
"Oh. That's me. Oh that's right! Professor Elm told me you were coming. Oh, come
in, come in." Mr. Pokemon Opens the door to reveal and oldish looking man with
grey-shot deep brown hair.
"Growlithe! Growlithe Growl!" Silver starts to yelp and barges her way inside.
"Growlithe Growl Growl Growlithe! Lithe Growl!"
"This, Hunter, is my good Friend, Professor Oak. I get the feeling that Your
Growlithe..."he pauses for a second, only just realising that Silver was not an
ordinary growlithe"...where were we... oh, yes. I have a feeling, that your
Growlithe knows Professor Oak from somewhere."
"Your quite right, Fred." professor Oak says to Mr. Pokemon, then turns to me
"Oh, hello, you must be Hunter. You look so much like your father. You know that
he was the one that sent you your growlithe?" I nod my head, and he continued
on. "Yes, your growlithe was brought to my lab before being sent to Professor
Elm, and then, you. She is a very fit and energetic Growlithe, and she seems to
like you very much. You have the same charisma that your father did- any Pokemon
he met liked him. it must be a good thing, look how far he's got!" The professor
finished, but not before adding " Does this Growlithe have a nickname?"
"yes." i reply to the grey haired Oak. " Her nickname is Silver."
"I thought so. your Father named her the very same thing. oh, yes. i want you to
have this." He hands me a red and blue ... thing.
"uh... what IS it, exactly?" i ask everyone in the room.
"It's a Pokedex. Have you never seen one before? Here, i'll show you how to use
it." Professor Oak opens the little plastic package, and presses a few buttons.
Pointing it at silver, the little thing beeps-
"This is a White Growlithe. they are very rare, and thought to be of legend.
Only a few known sightings of White Growlite are recorded, and so are highly
sought. One Trainer reported a large pack of them in the southern arctic regions
of Hoenn (A/N: guess where this is going) but the report is unconfirmed." the
Pokedex said.
We just looked at Silver.
Silver had begun to shake, and seemed like she was re-living a lot of memories.
Short, really short, I know. The next one will be longer, and focus on Silvers
life before meeting Hunter. Maybe a bit more, but that's the plan at the moment.
Sory for not getting this up sooner – ive been really busy what with uni,
socialising, going clubbing, having a bit too much to drink and all. (in
Australia, legal drinking age is 18. I'm so lucky to live there ?)
Ok, I'll go now. Adios, fanfic readers and Trainers!
Disclaimer - I don't own pokemon. If I did, May would've died a horrible death
and Ash and Misty would be married fighting ever after.
"Ugh. This is one hot day. Where's the nearest pool?" I whinge to Silver.
"No duh. And I don't know." A smooth, yet powerful voice said.
"Wha...? Silver, did you hear that?" I spin around, trying to find the source of
the voice.
"I was that voice."
"That was you?" I ask the lion-puppy incredulously.
"No. it was that tree over there."
"Hey cool! A talking tree!" I scan the area looking for that tree in particular.
"Idiot." Silver rolls her eyes.
"Silver, why are you... that was you, wasn't it?" I stop scanning the area and
look at the puppy. "How come you can do that?"
"My father was a green Chimecho. I inherited the telepathic ability of all
psychic and ghost pokemon." Silver looks at me quietly. "Anyway," Silver starts
walking again, as we had stopped (a/n duh) "shouldn't we get to Mr. Pokemons'
house soon? You do want to be home before tonight, I take it?"
"Oh, yeah. Right." I start to jog to catch up to my furry friend.
*
"Shouldn't be too much longer." I say to Silver, who is sitting at my feet, with
huge amounts of drool hanging out of her mouth. "You know that's gross, right?"
I ask her.
"I know. But since I've finished my sandwich, I want yours."
"Figures." I mutter to myself. "Heres some water instead." I put a bowl of the
cool, clear liquid onto the ground underneath the berry tree we were sitting
next to.
"Thanks." Silver immediately starts to lap up the liquid, making her drool even
more.
"Gross. You finished that already?!? Oh well. Anyway, lets get going." I get up,
pick up the bowl and remanants of our snack, and Silver and I continue to walk
down the route.
A little while later, Silver calls to me "I think I found it, Hunter! See? I was
doing something constructive, not just nosing around the bushes because its
fun... even though it is." Silver ended in a hurry.
"Ok, coming." I call to my friend, and have to do a good bush-bash to get to
her, and then notice the track leading from where I was to the clearing.
"That must be it." I say to Silver. "Come on, let's go in."
The biggest Pidgeot I had ever seen seemingly guarded the cabin I was heading
towards.
"Uh-Oh..." I say to myself. "How we gonna get past that?" I turn to Silver.
"Growl! Growlithe Growl!" Silver barked to the Pidgeot.
Raising its elegant head, the Pidgeot replies "Pidgeoort pidgeor." And the
magnificent bird starts preening its glossy feathers.
"We can go through, and this is the house we were looking for." Silver says to
me, trotting towards the door.
"Uh...cool." I say, a bit wary of the eagle and its huge talons.
"Hellooo? Anyone home?" I call to the cabin in general while banging
continuously on the door. "Hello?"
"Hello?" a male voice says behind the door. "Who is there?"
"Uh. I'm Hunter, originally from Johto, now from Littleroot Town. I've come to
see Mr. Pokemon." I say to the door.
"Oh. That's me. Oh that's right! Professor Elm told me you were coming. Oh, come
in, come in." Mr. Pokemon Opens the door to reveal and oldish looking man with
grey-shot deep brown hair.
"Growlithe! Growlithe Growl!" Silver starts to yelp and barges her way inside.
"Growlithe Growl Growl Growlithe! Lithe Growl!"
"This, Hunter, is my good Friend, Professor Oak. I get the feeling that Your
Growlithe..."he pauses for a second, only just realising that Silver was not an
ordinary growlithe"...where were we... oh, yes. I have a feeling, that your
Growlithe knows Professor Oak from somewhere."
"Your quite right, Fred." professor Oak says to Mr. Pokemon, then turns to me
"Oh, hello, you must be Hunter. You look so much like your father. You know that
he was the one that sent you your growlithe?" I nod my head, and he continued
on. "Yes, your growlithe was brought to my lab before being sent to Professor
Elm, and then, you. She is a very fit and energetic Growlithe, and she seems to
like you very much. You have the same charisma that your father did- any Pokemon
he met liked him. it must be a good thing, look how far he's got!" The professor
finished, but not before adding " Does this Growlithe have a nickname?"
"yes." i reply to the grey haired Oak. " Her nickname is Silver."
"I thought so. your Father named her the very same thing. oh, yes. i want you to
have this." He hands me a red and blue ... thing.
"uh... what IS it, exactly?" i ask everyone in the room.
"It's a Pokedex. Have you never seen one before? Here, i'll show you how to use
it." Professor Oak opens the little plastic package, and presses a few buttons.
Pointing it at silver, the little thing beeps-
"This is a White Growlithe. they are very rare, and thought to be of legend.
Only a few known sightings of White Growlite are recorded, and so are highly
sought. One Trainer reported a large pack of them in the southern arctic regions
of Hoenn (A/N: guess where this is going) but the report is unconfirmed." the
Pokedex said.
We just looked at Silver.
Silver had begun to shake, and seemed like she was re-living a lot of memories.
Short, really short, I know. The next one will be longer, and focus on Silvers
life before meeting Hunter. Maybe a bit more, but that's the plan at the moment.
Sory for not getting this up sooner – ive been really busy what with uni,
socialising, going clubbing, having a bit too much to drink and all. (in
Australia, legal drinking age is 18. I'm so lucky to live there ?)
Ok, I'll go now. Adios, fanfic readers and Trainers!