Okay, so I lied.
But hey, it's ALMOST June ^_^
Anyway, this chapter is kind of short because I'm lazy. Really lazy. In fact, I'm SO lazy, I'm supposed to be working on two other projects right now. . .
I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE procrastination!
And I have to make cheese fondue. . .oooo fun. Cheese. Mmm mmm I sure love cheese.
*cough* So anyway, here is a short chapter for you to enjoy. And now I have ANOTHER project. Jeez. School is over in like a week, so what's up with all of these projects??? AHHHHHHHH!!!!
Yeah, yeah, I know no one wants to hear my life story. Just give me some pity, please ;_;
P.S.: HANNI HERE IS CHAPTER. SHOW ME PICTURE ^_^
Is anyone else as crazy as Hanni and is really obsessed with this fic (yay!) and made some fanart or something? I'd love to see it if you have it in an online album or something.
But that's just my wishful thinking.
I'm going to shut up and let you read this chapter. . .
~Chapter Fifteen~
Panting hard from running and from still being in shock, I slowed down once I got into the room. I was surprised to find that the walls were made of crystal, just like in the main room. In the middle of the room was a podium with a glass case. The crystal was inside. Off to one corner was a ring of rosebushes, and I could hear voices coming from that direction.
I saw Mom and Dad in the rosebush ring, her head on his shoulder. Dad was stroking Mom's hair, murmuring things to her. In front of them were two headstones-one on the right was slightly weathered with a crystal statue of one of those dark blue creatures on top, and the other on the left was very damaged, and a lot smaller.
"Mom? Dad?" I whispered.
Mom spun her head around and sighed. I hated to interrupt their-ew-romance, but I was still shaking from Shane's stupid little kiss. I couldn't be in the same room with him.
"Honey, come here," Mom said, gesturing with her head.
I gingerly stepped through the rosebushes and made my way to the dirt patch the roses surrounded. I sat down next to Mom.
"You haven't told me everything," I started.
Mom sighed again. "I know. There's so much you still don't know, even if I did tell you most of the story." Mom stood up and touched the crystal statue on the right headstone and closed her eyes.
"What's the headstone for?" I whispered.
"Mystic," Mom whispered back. "Mystic, my dear Dragonair."
I looked at the statue again. "That creature is a Dragonair?" I asked.
Mom nodded. "Mystic. . .she gave me so much. If it wasn't for her, I never would have found this Den, never would have gone on my 'journey', and never would have met your father." She smiled a little. "But it still led to so much pain."
"What happened to Mystic?" I wanted to know.
Mom's eyes brimmed with tears and I wished I could take back my question.
"Mystic. . ." Mom started. "Mystic died protecting me from Anthony."
I gasped.
"She used the Ultra Beam, a very rare and special attack only she knew."
"Ultra Beam?"
"It's a combination of lightning, water, grass, psychic, dark, and fire attacks," Mom explained. "She rarely used it, because it took out so much of her energy when she did. Anthony. . ." Mom paused. "Anthony was trying to kill me."
I looked down, not wanting to imagine.
"So Mystic jumped in front of me and used her Ultra Beam-twice. It took more energy out of her than she expected, so she told me goodbye and. . .left." Mom whispered the last word.
"She told you goodbye?" I wondered out loud.
"That's another part I didn't tell you. . ." Mom trailed off. "Before I found out about the Den, Mystic gave me the power to breathe underwater and talk to her through telepathy."
I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"
Mom nodded. "And I'm hoping Mystical will do the same thing with you."
"What?"
Mom finally looked straight at me. "Mystical is Mystic's daughter."
My mouth dropped open. I now had a Dratini that was a direct descendant of the Dragonair that had helped Mom find this place?
"But wait a sec," I said. "Why do you want Mystical to give me those powers? Do you expect me to live down here like you did?"
"Well. . ." Mom started sheepishly, looking away from me again. "Yes. I do."
"You're crazy!" I yelled. Mom and Dad's heads shot up in confusion.
"Honey-" Dad started.
"NO," I cried. "I will NOT live down here. I don't care if that's how you guys spent your lives, but I am NOT going to waste my time living in a giant crystal surrounded by slithery creatures and be cut off from civilization. NO WAY."
"Diana," Mom said softly after my outburst. "I know exactly how you feel."
"You do?"
Mom nodded. "I told Mystic I didn't think I was cut out for being a Dragon Tamer and wanted to go on a normal Pokemon journey, like everyone else." She sighed. "But I found it was my destiny. And it's yours too."
I shook my head. "No," I whispered. "My destiny is to jump on Princess. We're going to jump professionally and be a team forever and ever."
"Your last name is 'Tamer' for a reason," Dad put in. "In fact, I took on your mother's last name just so we could have another true Tamer to these dragons."
I sighed and looked at my feet. "I don't have to be a Tamer now, do I?"
"Of course not," Mom said, wrapping me in a hug. "You don't have to be a Tamer until you're ready, whether that's two or twenty years from now."
"Oh Mommy," I blubbered, burying my face in her shoulder. So much had changed just in a few hours, but it seemed like years. I found out I was supposedly destined to train a bunch of Dragons, I got a new Pokemon, Princess had evolved, and then. . .Shane's stupid little kiss.
"Anyway," Mom started once we finished hugging. "The real reason we came down here is because we're going to have a proper funeral for Mom."
Only then did I notice the coffin off to the side. I shivered.
"You're going to bury her here?" I asked.
Mom nodded. "Right next to the smaller headstone, which is where your father is buried."
It was appalling to think the grandfather I had never knew was under the dirt just a few feet away from me. I shuddered and told myself not to think about it.
~*~*~
The funeral for Grandma was very quick. We simply buried her, said lots of nice things about her-I mentioned how she always liked me with Princess-and placed a headstone the same size as Grandpa's on the spot where she was buried.
"Mom and Dad are together again," Mom whispered. Dad put an arm around her and I took her hand, the three of us just staring at the headstones for awhile.
~*~*~*~
No cliffhanger. Darn me. Well, maybe, in some people's eyes.
Anyway, leave a review and I'll save you some cheese fondue. ^_^
. . .hey! I'm a poet! Go me!
NOW REVIEW!
But hey, it's ALMOST June ^_^
Anyway, this chapter is kind of short because I'm lazy. Really lazy. In fact, I'm SO lazy, I'm supposed to be working on two other projects right now. . .
I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE procrastination!
And I have to make cheese fondue. . .oooo fun. Cheese. Mmm mmm I sure love cheese.
*cough* So anyway, here is a short chapter for you to enjoy. And now I have ANOTHER project. Jeez. School is over in like a week, so what's up with all of these projects??? AHHHHHHHH!!!!
Yeah, yeah, I know no one wants to hear my life story. Just give me some pity, please ;_;
P.S.: HANNI HERE IS CHAPTER. SHOW ME PICTURE ^_^
Is anyone else as crazy as Hanni and is really obsessed with this fic (yay!) and made some fanart or something? I'd love to see it if you have it in an online album or something.
But that's just my wishful thinking.
I'm going to shut up and let you read this chapter. . .
~Chapter Fifteen~
Panting hard from running and from still being in shock, I slowed down once I got into the room. I was surprised to find that the walls were made of crystal, just like in the main room. In the middle of the room was a podium with a glass case. The crystal was inside. Off to one corner was a ring of rosebushes, and I could hear voices coming from that direction.
I saw Mom and Dad in the rosebush ring, her head on his shoulder. Dad was stroking Mom's hair, murmuring things to her. In front of them were two headstones-one on the right was slightly weathered with a crystal statue of one of those dark blue creatures on top, and the other on the left was very damaged, and a lot smaller.
"Mom? Dad?" I whispered.
Mom spun her head around and sighed. I hated to interrupt their-ew-romance, but I was still shaking from Shane's stupid little kiss. I couldn't be in the same room with him.
"Honey, come here," Mom said, gesturing with her head.
I gingerly stepped through the rosebushes and made my way to the dirt patch the roses surrounded. I sat down next to Mom.
"You haven't told me everything," I started.
Mom sighed again. "I know. There's so much you still don't know, even if I did tell you most of the story." Mom stood up and touched the crystal statue on the right headstone and closed her eyes.
"What's the headstone for?" I whispered.
"Mystic," Mom whispered back. "Mystic, my dear Dragonair."
I looked at the statue again. "That creature is a Dragonair?" I asked.
Mom nodded. "Mystic. . .she gave me so much. If it wasn't for her, I never would have found this Den, never would have gone on my 'journey', and never would have met your father." She smiled a little. "But it still led to so much pain."
"What happened to Mystic?" I wanted to know.
Mom's eyes brimmed with tears and I wished I could take back my question.
"Mystic. . ." Mom started. "Mystic died protecting me from Anthony."
I gasped.
"She used the Ultra Beam, a very rare and special attack only she knew."
"Ultra Beam?"
"It's a combination of lightning, water, grass, psychic, dark, and fire attacks," Mom explained. "She rarely used it, because it took out so much of her energy when she did. Anthony. . ." Mom paused. "Anthony was trying to kill me."
I looked down, not wanting to imagine.
"So Mystic jumped in front of me and used her Ultra Beam-twice. It took more energy out of her than she expected, so she told me goodbye and. . .left." Mom whispered the last word.
"She told you goodbye?" I wondered out loud.
"That's another part I didn't tell you. . ." Mom trailed off. "Before I found out about the Den, Mystic gave me the power to breathe underwater and talk to her through telepathy."
I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"
Mom nodded. "And I'm hoping Mystical will do the same thing with you."
"What?"
Mom finally looked straight at me. "Mystical is Mystic's daughter."
My mouth dropped open. I now had a Dratini that was a direct descendant of the Dragonair that had helped Mom find this place?
"But wait a sec," I said. "Why do you want Mystical to give me those powers? Do you expect me to live down here like you did?"
"Well. . ." Mom started sheepishly, looking away from me again. "Yes. I do."
"You're crazy!" I yelled. Mom and Dad's heads shot up in confusion.
"Honey-" Dad started.
"NO," I cried. "I will NOT live down here. I don't care if that's how you guys spent your lives, but I am NOT going to waste my time living in a giant crystal surrounded by slithery creatures and be cut off from civilization. NO WAY."
"Diana," Mom said softly after my outburst. "I know exactly how you feel."
"You do?"
Mom nodded. "I told Mystic I didn't think I was cut out for being a Dragon Tamer and wanted to go on a normal Pokemon journey, like everyone else." She sighed. "But I found it was my destiny. And it's yours too."
I shook my head. "No," I whispered. "My destiny is to jump on Princess. We're going to jump professionally and be a team forever and ever."
"Your last name is 'Tamer' for a reason," Dad put in. "In fact, I took on your mother's last name just so we could have another true Tamer to these dragons."
I sighed and looked at my feet. "I don't have to be a Tamer now, do I?"
"Of course not," Mom said, wrapping me in a hug. "You don't have to be a Tamer until you're ready, whether that's two or twenty years from now."
"Oh Mommy," I blubbered, burying my face in her shoulder. So much had changed just in a few hours, but it seemed like years. I found out I was supposedly destined to train a bunch of Dragons, I got a new Pokemon, Princess had evolved, and then. . .Shane's stupid little kiss.
"Anyway," Mom started once we finished hugging. "The real reason we came down here is because we're going to have a proper funeral for Mom."
Only then did I notice the coffin off to the side. I shivered.
"You're going to bury her here?" I asked.
Mom nodded. "Right next to the smaller headstone, which is where your father is buried."
It was appalling to think the grandfather I had never knew was under the dirt just a few feet away from me. I shuddered and told myself not to think about it.
~*~*~
The funeral for Grandma was very quick. We simply buried her, said lots of nice things about her-I mentioned how she always liked me with Princess-and placed a headstone the same size as Grandpa's on the spot where she was buried.
"Mom and Dad are together again," Mom whispered. Dad put an arm around her and I took her hand, the three of us just staring at the headstones for awhile.
~*~*~*~
No cliffhanger. Darn me. Well, maybe, in some people's eyes.
Anyway, leave a review and I'll save you some cheese fondue. ^_^
. . .hey! I'm a poet! Go me!
NOW REVIEW!