Oh no! -shrivels up- AIIIE I'M SUFFERING FROM SEVERE POKEY-TRAUMA! OH THE
FUNKY HORROR!
Hmmm, I just thought of a new nickname from your review Hanni. Shifty Shane. Iiiiit's Shifty Shane! Fits him juuuuust right ^_^
Anyway, I UPDATE! YAY! I'll probably update at least once again over the weekend because for one thing, it's a four day weekend for me (YAY! SCORE!), and for another, I'm. . .five chapters ahead in writing this o.O And NO, Edgar, I will NOT tell you what's going to happen :-P
Oh yeah, and if this works, you can go here to see some drawings of April & some other Tamer people: =65078577
If that didn't show up, go here and take out the stars: bumID=65078577
Now onto. . .
~Chapter Eleven~
Dad didn't answer me and ran across the room to the smaller door. I was immobilized. I felt stunned and surprised and just so. . .
Well, 'freaked out' would be putting it lightly.
I saw the small door open, and I saw Mom inside, sitting on a bed. I ran to the room and tried to find out what was going on, but Mom was crying.
"Mom?" I asked, taking in everything. The room was quite large, but it seemed so small compared to the area I was just in. This room had the bed, a nightstand, a closet, a mirror standing next to a bookcase, and right next to the bed, a dust-covered basket. A large table covered with a blanket took up most of the room.
Mom noticed me then, and opened her arms. "Oh, Diana," she sobbed, and we hugged. Dad put his arms around both of us and kissed Mom's head.
"Mom," I said again. "What's going on? Where are we?"
Mom let go of me and sighed. "I told you not to ask any questions. . .but. . ." She looked at Dad and he nodded slightly. "I. . .I guess it's time you know," she continued, looking at the floor.
"When I was nine, my father-your grandfather-died in a 'tragic accident near Mount Silver'. . .or so I was told. My mother gave me a Pokeball, but since my dad had been a trainer, I couldn't stand the thought of any Pokemon, so I put the ball in my dresser."
I thought of the Pokeball Mom had given me before we went down here. It was still nestled in my pocket.
"A couple years later, I think I was eleven, I found the Pokeball. I decided to go on a Pokemon journey-that's when you travel around Jhoto and get badges from gym leaders," Mom added, seeing my confused look. "A few hours out of Cherrygrove City, I ran into a wild Pokemon so I threw the Pokeball Mom had given me so I could battle the wild Pokemon. And. . ."
Mom was starting to cry, so I sat on the bed next to her and put my hand on her shoulder. I had no idea where this story was going.
"And in the Pokeball was a sleeping Dratini," Mom whispered. "That's a dragon Pokemon."
"Yeah," I said. "We had a lesson on dragons one day in school."
Mom nodded a little, and continued her story. "The Dratini had a note in its mouth, so I completely ignored the wild Pokemon and read the note while the Dratini was waking up. It was a note from my father. He told me to go to a Pokemon Center and get the object Chris Tamer had left there. So I went to the Pokemon with the Dratini, who I named Mystic.
"When I got to the Pokemon Center, I discovered my dad had left me a key."
I gasped a little, clutching the key. I just KNEW it was the same one.
"Another note was with the key, and he told me to keep it always, so I wore it all the time. During this period, I battled a few gym leaders, but it always took me forever to get a badge because I couldn't capture any other Pokemon. It was just me and Mystic. I also met your father around this time." Mom smiled and Dad put his arm around her.
"So finally, about three years later, I suppose, I made it to Ecruteak City. Strangely enough, it was my birthday the day I got there, so Grandma and my friend Mo had a little party for me. Danny was there to," she smiled wistfully.
"Anyway, Mystic evolved when Danny and I were. . .taking a walk," she said, almost laughing. "I was so happy to have a Dragonair. But it was strange.
"I started hearing voices. . .even if there was no one around. Something about a 'cool, clear place. . .like home'. And eventually, Mystic led me to. . ."
"To?" I prompted.
"To here. The Dragon Den."
I wasn't sure what that meant. Dragon Den? What on earth was a Dragon Den?
"Um, Mom. . ." I started. "How can this be a Dragon Den if there are no dragons?"
Mom sighed and stood up. She walked over to the table with the blanket over it and took it off. On the table laid, what I would guess, at least sixty Pokeballs.
"All of these Pokeballs contain dragon Pokemon," Mom said.
I was more than freaked out now. Flabbagastered. Sixty Pokeballs? With dragon Pokemon?
What the heck were they DOING here?
"A lot of these dragons are quite old," Mom said without noticing my shocked look. "But some. . ." She finally looked at me. "Are young. But they're all important, not just to here, but to the world. I recently discovered a few dragons were escaping so they could help the environment. I don't know if your teacher told you this, but Dragonairs can change the climate, so I believe a few have prevented recent storms." She smiled. "I wish they were still here though."
"Mom. . ." I asked, still confused. "What does a Dragon Tamer DO?"
Mom shrugged. "I'm still trying to figure that out. I think we're supposed to keep the dragons that live here happy. . .and let them go once they're ready so they can help the world."
I looked at those Pokeballs, imagining little dragons snuggled inside each of those crimson-and-silver objects. I imagined myself looking after them.
I couldn't.
"Mom. . ." I said again. I was going to tell her that this was insane, I still didn't understand, and I couldn't do this. I was meant to jump professionally on Princess. . .right? I mean, it felt right to fly through the air with nothing but the stirrups holding you down.
I was interrupted, though, when I heard a loud crash from the main room. Mom ran to the bedroom door and pressed her ear to it, trying to listen. I couldn't hear a thing after the crash, but I guess Mom could because her eyes got big and she stopped breathing for a second.
"Danny. . .it sounds like. . .him."
Dad's eyes also grew round. "But how can it be?"
Mom shook her head. "I don't know. . .but it's him I know it is." She pressed her ear to the door again, shaking that long hair away. "He's. . .he's brought someone with him."
"Who?" Dad asked.
Mom shook her head again, struggling to listen, biting her lip. She gasped. "It's Shane. Anthony is back with Shane."
~*~*~
SUSPENSE! OOOOOO! Scaaaaary Anthony.
Anyway, I'm sort of brain dead right now and I REALLY have to pee (like you all needed to know that ^_^) so I'll just upload this chappie now. WHEEE! LEAVE A REVIEW OR HANNI WILL POKE YOU TOO! ~_^
Hmmm, I just thought of a new nickname from your review Hanni. Shifty Shane. Iiiiit's Shifty Shane! Fits him juuuuust right ^_^
Anyway, I UPDATE! YAY! I'll probably update at least once again over the weekend because for one thing, it's a four day weekend for me (YAY! SCORE!), and for another, I'm. . .five chapters ahead in writing this o.O And NO, Edgar, I will NOT tell you what's going to happen :-P
Oh yeah, and if this works, you can go here to see some drawings of April & some other Tamer people: =65078577
If that didn't show up, go here and take out the stars: bumID=65078577
Now onto. . .
~Chapter Eleven~
Dad didn't answer me and ran across the room to the smaller door. I was immobilized. I felt stunned and surprised and just so. . .
Well, 'freaked out' would be putting it lightly.
I saw the small door open, and I saw Mom inside, sitting on a bed. I ran to the room and tried to find out what was going on, but Mom was crying.
"Mom?" I asked, taking in everything. The room was quite large, but it seemed so small compared to the area I was just in. This room had the bed, a nightstand, a closet, a mirror standing next to a bookcase, and right next to the bed, a dust-covered basket. A large table covered with a blanket took up most of the room.
Mom noticed me then, and opened her arms. "Oh, Diana," she sobbed, and we hugged. Dad put his arms around both of us and kissed Mom's head.
"Mom," I said again. "What's going on? Where are we?"
Mom let go of me and sighed. "I told you not to ask any questions. . .but. . ." She looked at Dad and he nodded slightly. "I. . .I guess it's time you know," she continued, looking at the floor.
"When I was nine, my father-your grandfather-died in a 'tragic accident near Mount Silver'. . .or so I was told. My mother gave me a Pokeball, but since my dad had been a trainer, I couldn't stand the thought of any Pokemon, so I put the ball in my dresser."
I thought of the Pokeball Mom had given me before we went down here. It was still nestled in my pocket.
"A couple years later, I think I was eleven, I found the Pokeball. I decided to go on a Pokemon journey-that's when you travel around Jhoto and get badges from gym leaders," Mom added, seeing my confused look. "A few hours out of Cherrygrove City, I ran into a wild Pokemon so I threw the Pokeball Mom had given me so I could battle the wild Pokemon. And. . ."
Mom was starting to cry, so I sat on the bed next to her and put my hand on her shoulder. I had no idea where this story was going.
"And in the Pokeball was a sleeping Dratini," Mom whispered. "That's a dragon Pokemon."
"Yeah," I said. "We had a lesson on dragons one day in school."
Mom nodded a little, and continued her story. "The Dratini had a note in its mouth, so I completely ignored the wild Pokemon and read the note while the Dratini was waking up. It was a note from my father. He told me to go to a Pokemon Center and get the object Chris Tamer had left there. So I went to the Pokemon with the Dratini, who I named Mystic.
"When I got to the Pokemon Center, I discovered my dad had left me a key."
I gasped a little, clutching the key. I just KNEW it was the same one.
"Another note was with the key, and he told me to keep it always, so I wore it all the time. During this period, I battled a few gym leaders, but it always took me forever to get a badge because I couldn't capture any other Pokemon. It was just me and Mystic. I also met your father around this time." Mom smiled and Dad put his arm around her.
"So finally, about three years later, I suppose, I made it to Ecruteak City. Strangely enough, it was my birthday the day I got there, so Grandma and my friend Mo had a little party for me. Danny was there to," she smiled wistfully.
"Anyway, Mystic evolved when Danny and I were. . .taking a walk," she said, almost laughing. "I was so happy to have a Dragonair. But it was strange.
"I started hearing voices. . .even if there was no one around. Something about a 'cool, clear place. . .like home'. And eventually, Mystic led me to. . ."
"To?" I prompted.
"To here. The Dragon Den."
I wasn't sure what that meant. Dragon Den? What on earth was a Dragon Den?
"Um, Mom. . ." I started. "How can this be a Dragon Den if there are no dragons?"
Mom sighed and stood up. She walked over to the table with the blanket over it and took it off. On the table laid, what I would guess, at least sixty Pokeballs.
"All of these Pokeballs contain dragon Pokemon," Mom said.
I was more than freaked out now. Flabbagastered. Sixty Pokeballs? With dragon Pokemon?
What the heck were they DOING here?
"A lot of these dragons are quite old," Mom said without noticing my shocked look. "But some. . ." She finally looked at me. "Are young. But they're all important, not just to here, but to the world. I recently discovered a few dragons were escaping so they could help the environment. I don't know if your teacher told you this, but Dragonairs can change the climate, so I believe a few have prevented recent storms." She smiled. "I wish they were still here though."
"Mom. . ." I asked, still confused. "What does a Dragon Tamer DO?"
Mom shrugged. "I'm still trying to figure that out. I think we're supposed to keep the dragons that live here happy. . .and let them go once they're ready so they can help the world."
I looked at those Pokeballs, imagining little dragons snuggled inside each of those crimson-and-silver objects. I imagined myself looking after them.
I couldn't.
"Mom. . ." I said again. I was going to tell her that this was insane, I still didn't understand, and I couldn't do this. I was meant to jump professionally on Princess. . .right? I mean, it felt right to fly through the air with nothing but the stirrups holding you down.
I was interrupted, though, when I heard a loud crash from the main room. Mom ran to the bedroom door and pressed her ear to it, trying to listen. I couldn't hear a thing after the crash, but I guess Mom could because her eyes got big and she stopped breathing for a second.
"Danny. . .it sounds like. . .him."
Dad's eyes also grew round. "But how can it be?"
Mom shook her head. "I don't know. . .but it's him I know it is." She pressed her ear to the door again, shaking that long hair away. "He's. . .he's brought someone with him."
"Who?" Dad asked.
Mom shook her head again, struggling to listen, biting her lip. She gasped. "It's Shane. Anthony is back with Shane."
~*~*~
SUSPENSE! OOOOOO! Scaaaaary Anthony.
Anyway, I'm sort of brain dead right now and I REALLY have to pee (like you all needed to know that ^_^) so I'll just upload this chappie now. WHEEE! LEAVE A REVIEW OR HANNI WILL POKE YOU TOO! ~_^