Ok, I gotta do this update really really fast because a storm is brewing
(it's rainy season in Florida. . .oh joy ;-_-) and I'm not supposed to be
on here. hehehe
Anyway, heeeere's another chapter for you lovely reviewers out there!
Oops, I remembered I have to tell my stepmom about the person who wants their newspaper. Don't trust me with phone messages. . .ever.
And I'm glad you like my drawings Hanni! ^_^
~Chapter Thirteen~
"Pokeball, go!" I cried, throwing the crimson and silver object.
Mom's face was white-with worry or shock, I wasn't sure. But I didn't care. The fact that Anthony had possessed Shane like that to make him kill the dragons meant it was time for me to join the fight.
The Pokeball landed on the stone floor and opened with a sound. Bright white light flooded the den for a minute until it dimmed and I saw the creature that had been trapped in that Pokeball.
It was a little like the dark blue creatures, but much the blue was lighter. It had little wing-like things on the side of its head, a white stomach and nose, and a little white jewel on its head.
I looked at the creature in shock. What was this? And what did Mom expect me to do with it?
"Mystical."
I jumped little and looked around. Anthony gave me an evil look, and Mom was staring at the floor. Who had said that?
"So you're the new little Tamer girl, aren't you?" He started walking over to me.
"Mystical is her name. She is a Dratini. Use an attack."
The more the voice talked, the more I recognized it. I looked at Mom again, and she nodded slightly. Somehow, Mom was talking to me through telepathy.
"Don't think you're going to protect all of these precious dragons," Anthony hissed. "I'm stronger than any of you Tamers put together. I'll do away with all of these dragons. . .and you."
"Mystical," I whispered. I racked my brain for an attack.
"Flamethrower," came Mom's voice.
"Mystical, Flamethrower!" I suddenly yelled. The Dratini jumped, and somehow, a flame of fire escaped from her mouth. Anthony, however, was amused.
"Ha ha!" he laughed, using his evil laugh. "If that Dragonair's Ultra Beam or whatever couldn't defeat me fifteen years ago, what makes you think a pitiful Flamethrower will?"
"Because. . ." someone croaked. I looked in the direction the voice was coming from, and to my surprise, Shane was sitting up, digging his hand with the unbroken arm into his pocket.
"Don't do anything you'll regret," Anthony hissed. "Remember, I can still make you do anything I want."
". . .You," Shane whispered. He sounded like he had fallen off Mars again- like the wind was knocked out of him. He finally took his hand out of his pocket and threw something to me.
"I warned you!" Anthony yelled. He floated over to Shane, lifted him up, and dropped him. He glared at one of the dragons that were holding Mom's wrists, and the dragon caught Shane midair, wrapped itself around his stomach, and pinned its horn into the wall.
"Now," Anthony said, looking at me again. "As I was saying. . ."
I finally looked at what Shane had thrown me. It was another Pokeball.
"You evil man," I whispered.
Anthony raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? I am not as evil as I seem. I am only evil to you because you love these 'precious' little dragons so much." He laughed.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled. Mom looked up and smiled a little, either because of my words or the fact that her arm was free.
"I have no idea what is going on," I said to him. "But I don't care. All I know is that for some reason, I am meant to protect these dragons." I held up the Pokeball Shane had given me. "And I will not let you hurt anymore!" I cried as I threw the crimson and white object.
"I'm shaking," Anthony muttered as white light once again filled the den.
When it dimmed, I looked at the creature that had been in the Pokeball Shane gave me, and my mouth dropped open.
"Princess?!"
My Ponyta reared, clearly glad to be out of the Pokeball. She looked at Anthony and screamed a high-pitched whinny.
Anthony's eyes widened, and he shot around the room in a black blur. That movement seemed so familiar. . .
I closed my eyes and tried to remember. Suddenly, it came to me. That one day. . .
That one day when I was riding Princess. . .and she saw that black thing shoot into the sky. . .
The more I thought, the clearer it became. Anthony had been after Shane, the dragons, and Mom from the start. His voice was the one I had heard while bringing in Princess.
I became so full of rage. I wanted to do something, but I couldn't. I couldn't do a thing. I barely even knew my Dratini-Mystical.
Anthony stopped in front of Princess. She snorted and reared again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom free her other wrist from the dragon. The dark blue creature's horn came out of the wall and it slid to the floor. Mom tiptoed to Dad and freed him.
"Princess, isn't it?" Anthony sneered. "You knew, you little brat of a Ponyta. That's why you chose-" He glanced at me, his eyes narrowed. "This Tamer."
I cocked my head in confusion. "Chose?"
"Yes," Anthony laughed evilly. Princess reared yet again and trotted behind me.
"She was. . .how you say. . . 'possessed' by me. . .like that boy. . ." Anthony trailed off, glancing at Shane. I took a look at Shane out of the corner of my eye. He was still tied up by that dark blue creature, and didn't look any better than he had when he fell off of Mars.
Looking at him brought on a knot in my stomach.
Or was that in my heart?
Still staring at Shane, I saw Mom and Dad were tiptoeing over towards him. I smiled a little-but not a huge grin like I wanted to. I didn't want Anthony to see what I was looking at Mom and Dad freeing Shane.
". . .And somehow she knew who you were," Anthony growled. I shook my head a little and narrowed my eyes at him. I knew he was talking about Princess.
"So," he continued, his eyes darting from me to Princess to Mystical. "That's why she did not trust anyone else but you. Because she knew you would protect these dragons," he smirked.
I felt something on my shoulder and turned my head. It was Princess's muzzle. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing slowly.
"Princess," I murmured.
"Enough of this," Anthony exclaimed. "Now I shall finish you off before you can save your precious little dragons!"
A ball of some shadowy energy appeared in Anthony's hands. He lifted it up and prepared to aim it at me.
I was frozen. I knew that energy would probably kill but my feet seemed frozen to the floor.
"Goodbye, little Tamer," Anthony smirked as a beam of the energy shot out from the ball.
"DIANA!" Mom screamed from the other side of the room. But I didn't respond. The beam got closer and closer. I put my hands over my head and closed my eyes tight.
A loud gasp made me open my eyes. I looked up and gaped. The beam of energy had hit Princess, who had jumped in front of me to protect me.
"Princess!" I cried.
She snorted and slumped to the ground, her energy drained and covered in cuts and bruises.
Tears welded up in my eyes as I ran to her. I knelt down and cradled her muzzle in my lap.
"Princess," I murmured again. She snorted lightly again and closed her eyes.
"Oh no, no," I whispered as the tears started to flow. "Princess. . ."
"Ha ha," Anthony laughed. "That's what you get for caring."
I couldn't listen. My Ponyta was dying. And there was nothing I could do about it.
"Now you and your little Dratini can join her. . ." Anthony said evilly as he prepared another ball of energy.
"Stop!" Mom cried, running towards him. "Diana!"
I tucked my head under my hands again. If Princess was going to die, I was going to join her. Princess was my best friend.
My Ponyta moved her head a little and somehow looked up. I noticed her eyes glowed bright red, more red than even Anthony's.
"Princess?" I whispered.
Suddenly, she began to glow.
~*~*~
AHHHH I know what glow I just saw. . .LIGHTNING! AHHH! KILLER PIKACHUS! RUN FOR IT! OR LEAVE A REVIEW!
Anyway, heeeere's another chapter for you lovely reviewers out there!
Oops, I remembered I have to tell my stepmom about the person who wants their newspaper. Don't trust me with phone messages. . .ever.
And I'm glad you like my drawings Hanni! ^_^
~Chapter Thirteen~
"Pokeball, go!" I cried, throwing the crimson and silver object.
Mom's face was white-with worry or shock, I wasn't sure. But I didn't care. The fact that Anthony had possessed Shane like that to make him kill the dragons meant it was time for me to join the fight.
The Pokeball landed on the stone floor and opened with a sound. Bright white light flooded the den for a minute until it dimmed and I saw the creature that had been trapped in that Pokeball.
It was a little like the dark blue creatures, but much the blue was lighter. It had little wing-like things on the side of its head, a white stomach and nose, and a little white jewel on its head.
I looked at the creature in shock. What was this? And what did Mom expect me to do with it?
"Mystical."
I jumped little and looked around. Anthony gave me an evil look, and Mom was staring at the floor. Who had said that?
"So you're the new little Tamer girl, aren't you?" He started walking over to me.
"Mystical is her name. She is a Dratini. Use an attack."
The more the voice talked, the more I recognized it. I looked at Mom again, and she nodded slightly. Somehow, Mom was talking to me through telepathy.
"Don't think you're going to protect all of these precious dragons," Anthony hissed. "I'm stronger than any of you Tamers put together. I'll do away with all of these dragons. . .and you."
"Mystical," I whispered. I racked my brain for an attack.
"Flamethrower," came Mom's voice.
"Mystical, Flamethrower!" I suddenly yelled. The Dratini jumped, and somehow, a flame of fire escaped from her mouth. Anthony, however, was amused.
"Ha ha!" he laughed, using his evil laugh. "If that Dragonair's Ultra Beam or whatever couldn't defeat me fifteen years ago, what makes you think a pitiful Flamethrower will?"
"Because. . ." someone croaked. I looked in the direction the voice was coming from, and to my surprise, Shane was sitting up, digging his hand with the unbroken arm into his pocket.
"Don't do anything you'll regret," Anthony hissed. "Remember, I can still make you do anything I want."
". . .You," Shane whispered. He sounded like he had fallen off Mars again- like the wind was knocked out of him. He finally took his hand out of his pocket and threw something to me.
"I warned you!" Anthony yelled. He floated over to Shane, lifted him up, and dropped him. He glared at one of the dragons that were holding Mom's wrists, and the dragon caught Shane midair, wrapped itself around his stomach, and pinned its horn into the wall.
"Now," Anthony said, looking at me again. "As I was saying. . ."
I finally looked at what Shane had thrown me. It was another Pokeball.
"You evil man," I whispered.
Anthony raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? I am not as evil as I seem. I am only evil to you because you love these 'precious' little dragons so much." He laughed.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled. Mom looked up and smiled a little, either because of my words or the fact that her arm was free.
"I have no idea what is going on," I said to him. "But I don't care. All I know is that for some reason, I am meant to protect these dragons." I held up the Pokeball Shane had given me. "And I will not let you hurt anymore!" I cried as I threw the crimson and white object.
"I'm shaking," Anthony muttered as white light once again filled the den.
When it dimmed, I looked at the creature that had been in the Pokeball Shane gave me, and my mouth dropped open.
"Princess?!"
My Ponyta reared, clearly glad to be out of the Pokeball. She looked at Anthony and screamed a high-pitched whinny.
Anthony's eyes widened, and he shot around the room in a black blur. That movement seemed so familiar. . .
I closed my eyes and tried to remember. Suddenly, it came to me. That one day. . .
That one day when I was riding Princess. . .and she saw that black thing shoot into the sky. . .
The more I thought, the clearer it became. Anthony had been after Shane, the dragons, and Mom from the start. His voice was the one I had heard while bringing in Princess.
I became so full of rage. I wanted to do something, but I couldn't. I couldn't do a thing. I barely even knew my Dratini-Mystical.
Anthony stopped in front of Princess. She snorted and reared again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom free her other wrist from the dragon. The dark blue creature's horn came out of the wall and it slid to the floor. Mom tiptoed to Dad and freed him.
"Princess, isn't it?" Anthony sneered. "You knew, you little brat of a Ponyta. That's why you chose-" He glanced at me, his eyes narrowed. "This Tamer."
I cocked my head in confusion. "Chose?"
"Yes," Anthony laughed evilly. Princess reared yet again and trotted behind me.
"She was. . .how you say. . . 'possessed' by me. . .like that boy. . ." Anthony trailed off, glancing at Shane. I took a look at Shane out of the corner of my eye. He was still tied up by that dark blue creature, and didn't look any better than he had when he fell off of Mars.
Looking at him brought on a knot in my stomach.
Or was that in my heart?
Still staring at Shane, I saw Mom and Dad were tiptoeing over towards him. I smiled a little-but not a huge grin like I wanted to. I didn't want Anthony to see what I was looking at Mom and Dad freeing Shane.
". . .And somehow she knew who you were," Anthony growled. I shook my head a little and narrowed my eyes at him. I knew he was talking about Princess.
"So," he continued, his eyes darting from me to Princess to Mystical. "That's why she did not trust anyone else but you. Because she knew you would protect these dragons," he smirked.
I felt something on my shoulder and turned my head. It was Princess's muzzle. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing slowly.
"Princess," I murmured.
"Enough of this," Anthony exclaimed. "Now I shall finish you off before you can save your precious little dragons!"
A ball of some shadowy energy appeared in Anthony's hands. He lifted it up and prepared to aim it at me.
I was frozen. I knew that energy would probably kill but my feet seemed frozen to the floor.
"Goodbye, little Tamer," Anthony smirked as a beam of the energy shot out from the ball.
"DIANA!" Mom screamed from the other side of the room. But I didn't respond. The beam got closer and closer. I put my hands over my head and closed my eyes tight.
A loud gasp made me open my eyes. I looked up and gaped. The beam of energy had hit Princess, who had jumped in front of me to protect me.
"Princess!" I cried.
She snorted and slumped to the ground, her energy drained and covered in cuts and bruises.
Tears welded up in my eyes as I ran to her. I knelt down and cradled her muzzle in my lap.
"Princess," I murmured again. She snorted lightly again and closed her eyes.
"Oh no, no," I whispered as the tears started to flow. "Princess. . ."
"Ha ha," Anthony laughed. "That's what you get for caring."
I couldn't listen. My Ponyta was dying. And there was nothing I could do about it.
"Now you and your little Dratini can join her. . ." Anthony said evilly as he prepared another ball of energy.
"Stop!" Mom cried, running towards him. "Diana!"
I tucked my head under my hands again. If Princess was going to die, I was going to join her. Princess was my best friend.
My Ponyta moved her head a little and somehow looked up. I noticed her eyes glowed bright red, more red than even Anthony's.
"Princess?" I whispered.
Suddenly, she began to glow.
~*~*~
AHHHH I know what glow I just saw. . .LIGHTNING! AHHH! KILLER PIKACHUS! RUN FOR IT! OR LEAVE A REVIEW!