The Pokemon Chronicles
Fanfiction by Sung-Min Kwon. © 2003
Disclaimer: Pokemon and its associated characters are copyrighted by Nintendo, Game Freak, Creatures Inc, and 4Kids Productions.
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-Determination-
Ash's train of thoughts about past events skidded to a stop when it came to the memory of Pallet Town being burned down to the ground.
His emotions, which had been running high while he was recalling happy memories, took a steep dip downwards. He was back to his depressed state, and for a while, he felt as if he would break down again and cry, beating his breast in sorrow.
But he didn't.
As a matter of fact, the sorrow and self-pity in him was slowly being replaced by a curiosity. A curiosity of the causes of his present sorry state.
Questions emerged, and remained unanswered as he tried to find solutions.
He pondered, "How was Pallet totally burned down to the ground?" Pallet Town had a couple of fire stations; it never took the firemen more than 2 minutes to get to any part of the small community. If a fire broke out, it would have been extinguished in a matter of minutes; Pallet was renowned throughout the world for the quality and efficiency of its fire control. A fire had never damaged more than one house in Pallet Town for over a hundred years now, and very few fires had broken out at all.
It just didn't make sense, how everything in his hometown could be destroyed like that. Something evil was at hand. It must have been done intentionally, and on a large-scale basis, making it impossible for the fire department to contain all the flames.
And another thing: "Why did someone try to kill me?" Up till now, he did not make serious enemies with anyone at all, not even Jessie, James, and Meowth. They were more like clowns who mainly fulfilled the purpose of bringing a little spice and fun to everyone's lives, although that was getting boring by now as well.
He had tried to stay friendly with everyone that he met, unless someone was really bad of character and honestly deserved a hard smack in the face. And fortunately, he didn't meet a lot of those kinds of goons these days.
So if someone had tried to kill him, it probably must have been an organization that worked for the good of evil. Team Rocket? Team Aqua? Team Magma? A combination of two? All three? Or was it something else that tried to take his life?
But he was pretty sure that the assassination attempt and the conflagration were somehow related to each other.
He now sorely wished that he had taken a closer look at his assassin after he killed her; maybe he would have gotten some clues.
But all that was left of his assassin was now the ashes that he was standing on. She, like everything else, was turned to ashes.
In addition, he wondered where his Pokemon were and just what had happened to them. They were killed in the fire, most likely. Every one of them, even Pikachu; they were all in Professor Oak's Pokemon Laboratory, which was burned down.
So now, he had nothing. No family, no Pokemon, no home. He was left with nothing! Even if he was with Misty, life would still be very much empty.
How would his life be without his best friend, Pikachu? Or without his mother, who still made playful nags about the benefits of having clean underwear and still cared deeply for him? Or without the wise guidance of Professor Oak, who had helped him up until now, and was still paving the way for Ash to become the ultimate Pokemon master that he so wanted to be?
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His curiosity eventually converted back to sadness and despair, and tears were slowly flowing from his eyes again. He even drew his dagger out from his bedsheet belt.
The dried blood on the dagger and bedsheet had now turned into a shade of brown with a tinge of dark red in it. He could actually see these things because the sun had come out from behind the thick, black clouds while Ash was recalling his memories.
It was ironic how it had been so cloudy and dark when he was feeling hopeful in the morning, that it would have been just a nightmare, and he would find his house again.
And now, when he was feeling even worse then being dead, the sun was out, and shining brightly.
It was almost as if the sun was mocking him, being cruel to him like everyone and everything else.
He couldn't bear the suffering, he just couldn't! Wanting to end the suffering, he raised his arm and was about to drive the dagger straight into his neck, hoping that he could die painlessly.
But he stopped in mid-swing; just before the blade started descending, he could see something running toward him reflected on the dagger. He turned around.
Something was running toward him, all right, and it was coming fast and showing no signs of stopping. Friend or foe? Ash squinted his eyes to see if he could identify the figure.
Then his brain suddenly became aware of the identity, and his body automatically assumed a defensive stance.
It wasn't just one figure; it was a band of assassins, each one of them looking exactly like the one that he had killed yesterday. He could not hear the four people approaching as the plain of ash effectively silenced footsteps, but saw them coming armed with various weapons.
There was no way he could run away; he could not run nearly as quickly as they could, especially with the deep wound in his side that hurt until a moment ago. It had stopped hurting when Ash recognized the danger, and his body was pumping adrenaline at maximum power. Even if he could outrun them, where could he run to? There was no place to run.
He had two options now; to either stand there, do nothing, and get diced to bits by the assassins, or take them on and defeat them (or die trying).
He decided wait first to reduce the distance, then attack. While he was waiting, he removed his bedsheet belt, which would hinder his speed greatly, and threw it on the ground.
When they were about forty feet away from him and still coming toward him, he lowered his head like a Pokemon would do when using Skull Bash, then made a blind charge at his attackers, yelling at the top of his voice. "Aargh!!!" He hoped that his charge would throw off their concentration a bit.
Before taking off, Ash concealed his dagger in his bedsheet belt, hoping to use it as an element of surprise.
The assassins and the boy came toward each other like opposite sides of two magnets. When they were less than fifteen feet apart, Ash drew his dagger and held it up high.
Just then, something good happened that he didn't expect; the angle of the dagger was just right with the rays of the sun so that all four assassins were suddenly hit in the face with an extremely strong flash of light.
They all suddenly stopped, furiously blinking their eyes.
Ash saw this as a chance from the heavens, and used it to his advantage. He kicked a long sword out of the hands of the assassin closest to him, who was still trying to get the flash out of his eyes.
The assassin wore a look of shock, and then panic as his weapon was flung out of his hands. Ash raised his other foot high up, then sailed it downward, right onto the head of the unfortunate assassin.
The first assassin crumpled right onto the desert of ash, with blood slowly seeping out from his short-cut blond hair.
By now, the other three assassins had regained their ability to see, and was shocked to see their leader defeated (he did appear to be the leader, since he wore a different-colored uniform from the other three assassins).
The remaining assassins made a charge at him simultaneously, their weapons raised. They were all girls who appeared to be around twenty years of age.
The one on the left carried a long metal rod taller than herself, the one in the middle carried two daggers, and the one of the right carried a heavy club.
Ash didn't have time to think what to do; he just let his instincts take over, and hoped for the best.
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Ash first grabbed the long sword that had fallen out of the hands of the first assassin. Then, he made an unbelievable jump straight forward, toward the girl in the center with his sword held in front of him. When she saw him soaring through the air, made a rapid series of swings with her dagger, although they were all parried by the much longer blades of the sword.
As Ash was at the top of his trajectory, he saw the metal rod being swung at his left leg. Moving his left leg a little higher, Ash pushed off the metal rod that was moving toward his body with the bottom of his left foot to propel him in the right direction.
Now, he was sailing in the air, right above the heads of the girls who carried the daggers and the club, the ones in the center and the right, respectively.
Ash descended, with the heels of his feet aimed at the heads of both girls. They were too shocked to move after seeing how he had suddenly changed direction in mid-air, and done that so quickly.
Ash's left heel connected with the head of the dagger-carrying girl, while his right heel missed and came down on the right shoulder of the club- wielding girl.
The girl with the dagger crumpled down into the sand face first after a sickening crunch.
The girl on the right cried out in pain after her shoulder was smashed and literally shattered by the powerful force of Ash's heel.
She immediately dropped her club, and whimpered, clutching her right shoulder. She tried to make a rush to pick up her club with her left hand, but Ash said, "Oh, no, you don't!"
He kicked the club away before the girl could retrieve her weapon, and then delivered another kick that connected with the lower jaw of the girl. She, too, fell face first into the ash.
The girl with the metal rod saw that she was alone standing. Even though she panicked, she kept on fighting.
She executed a series of fancy moves that included swings, turns, jabs, and stabs while rushing toward Ash. She even knocked his sword out of his hands, surprising him.
Ash made a feint of kicking her with his left foot, but changed feet before landing again, and kicked her hard in the side with his right. But it hurt a lot; she had thought that the kick would come from Ash's left foot, and swung her weapon at that foot.
Ash felt as if his left foot had been crushed by a steam roller, and stood like a flamingo on his right leg momentarily.
Hoping that he broke a few of her ribs with the last kick, he jumped forward and grabbed her metal rod with his hands. Then, hooking his right leg over the rod and pulling his body over it so he was sitting on the rod, he delivered a powerful kick at her chin.
She had no time to defend herself, because Ash had done all of the previous actions in a period of time not even half a second.
Her head swayed a bit, and then her whole body fell backward with a small "thud." Just to make sure she didn't get back up and ambush him, he made sure that he had kicked her ankles hard enough.
Just when he thought he was done, and caught his breath, he received a surprise attack. His back had been slashed, although not very deep. Ash turned around, and saw the man who appeared to be the leader back up, armed with a dagger. Blood was flowing on the left side of his face, but his expression was one of extreme fury.
Ignoring the immense pain in his left foot and the blood flowing out of the long scar in his back, Ash made a rush at him.
The man was unprepared for this sudden attack, and Ash punched his chest with both fists. With a loud, shattering noise, several ribs of the man cracked, and the leader of the assassins suddenly collapsed on his knees.
A wheezing sound suggested that he had trouble breathing. The broken ribs probably punctured both of his lungs, even maybe his heart.
To end the suffering of the badly hurt man, Ash picked up the club, which was lying nearby.
After raising it high above his head, he smashed it down upon the man's head with all his might.
Crunch.
The man's fell sideways, the side of his head hitting the ground first. There was a big flow of blood, even more than those really gruesome movies full of violence and gore.
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Ash calmed down as the adrenaline began to wear off. His mind was now very clear, and the pain was beginning to return to his wound in his side. He ignored his hurting foot and his back, which had stopped bleeding, but hurt a great deal nonetheless.
Suppressing a hunger pang, Ash took a good look at his surroundings. Four bodies were lying around him, all mutilated in some way, and all of them most likely dead.
But strangely, he felt justified for his actions. In fact, a wrath began to shape in him.
Why had he been so close to being killed several times in the last two days? It wasn't as if he did anything wrong.
If there was one thing that Ash Ketchum could not stand, it was being given treatment like this when he did nothing to deserve it. He cried a few tears of indignation.
He was going to find out who had destroyed Pallet Town, and certainly take revenge. Yes, that was what he was going to do. Even if it meant taking his life, so be it.
He had to stop the criminals from committing any more enormities like this, and wanted to bring the ones responsible to justice.
He took a deep sigh, and seemed to be feeling self-pity for a moment. A 15- year old boy should not have to do this!...
But he made up his mind, and was determined to live up to his intentions.
First, he took a walk through the desert of ash, trying to think what he could do, and where he could start.
He was deep in thought when something gleaming caught his eye. There was a shiny object partially buried in the ashes that had apparently survived the fire.
He ran toward the source of the gleam, and stopped where Professor Oak's lab used to be. He suddenly saw open Pokeballs in that vicinity, reflecting the orange light from the setting sun.
His heart took a great leap. Maybe his Pokemon weren't dead; maybe they were just robbed by the organization that burned down Pallet Town. A case that was also likely with Professor Oak, who might not have been killed due to his knowledge on Pokemon.
Maybe there was a way he could get them back. For the first time in what felt like days, he was actually happy and hopeful.
However, he knew he had no time to lose. The sooner he found them, the better. He took a quick dip in the waters of the river that flowed by Pallet Town, to wash off the dried blood from his clothes and body. He also cleaned the dagger of dried blood.
Picking up the bedsheet that he had removed from around his waist before his encounter with the band of assassins, he sent it floating down the river. He hoped that someone would find it and possibly get a hint at what just happened at Pallet Town.
He watched it go until it disappeared over the waterfall.
Then, he threw a hated gaze at the dagger. He threw it as far as he could, and it landed somewhere on the other side of the river.
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After that, he turned around and began to head northward. As he was walking, he planned to north first, toward Viridian City, and see what happened there. For now, he would leave his hometown... or what was left of it, anyway.
He would come back here, someday, and rebuild his hometown with his own hands. Hopefully, he could marry Misty, and raise the first family in the newly built Pallet Town. He felt much better already, just thinking optimistic things.
The forest north of Pallet Town was almost entirely burned down, but there was a small patch of forest that was mysteriously left unharmed on the very northern edges of the original forest.
Ash walked into the dense woods, until he was out of sight from anyone who would have been looking northward from Pallet Town.
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Yay! This marks the end of the long prologue! Now we can get into the real story. Thanks for being patient!
Please R&R after reading! You can even make suggestions about how you think the story should go, since I haven't entirely decided on it yet. If it sounds good, your opinions could be reflected in this story! So please, R&R!
-Latias In Space-
Fanfiction by Sung-Min Kwon. © 2003
Disclaimer: Pokemon and its associated characters are copyrighted by Nintendo, Game Freak, Creatures Inc, and 4Kids Productions.
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-Determination-
Ash's train of thoughts about past events skidded to a stop when it came to the memory of Pallet Town being burned down to the ground.
His emotions, which had been running high while he was recalling happy memories, took a steep dip downwards. He was back to his depressed state, and for a while, he felt as if he would break down again and cry, beating his breast in sorrow.
But he didn't.
As a matter of fact, the sorrow and self-pity in him was slowly being replaced by a curiosity. A curiosity of the causes of his present sorry state.
Questions emerged, and remained unanswered as he tried to find solutions.
He pondered, "How was Pallet totally burned down to the ground?" Pallet Town had a couple of fire stations; it never took the firemen more than 2 minutes to get to any part of the small community. If a fire broke out, it would have been extinguished in a matter of minutes; Pallet was renowned throughout the world for the quality and efficiency of its fire control. A fire had never damaged more than one house in Pallet Town for over a hundred years now, and very few fires had broken out at all.
It just didn't make sense, how everything in his hometown could be destroyed like that. Something evil was at hand. It must have been done intentionally, and on a large-scale basis, making it impossible for the fire department to contain all the flames.
And another thing: "Why did someone try to kill me?" Up till now, he did not make serious enemies with anyone at all, not even Jessie, James, and Meowth. They were more like clowns who mainly fulfilled the purpose of bringing a little spice and fun to everyone's lives, although that was getting boring by now as well.
He had tried to stay friendly with everyone that he met, unless someone was really bad of character and honestly deserved a hard smack in the face. And fortunately, he didn't meet a lot of those kinds of goons these days.
So if someone had tried to kill him, it probably must have been an organization that worked for the good of evil. Team Rocket? Team Aqua? Team Magma? A combination of two? All three? Or was it something else that tried to take his life?
But he was pretty sure that the assassination attempt and the conflagration were somehow related to each other.
He now sorely wished that he had taken a closer look at his assassin after he killed her; maybe he would have gotten some clues.
But all that was left of his assassin was now the ashes that he was standing on. She, like everything else, was turned to ashes.
In addition, he wondered where his Pokemon were and just what had happened to them. They were killed in the fire, most likely. Every one of them, even Pikachu; they were all in Professor Oak's Pokemon Laboratory, which was burned down.
So now, he had nothing. No family, no Pokemon, no home. He was left with nothing! Even if he was with Misty, life would still be very much empty.
How would his life be without his best friend, Pikachu? Or without his mother, who still made playful nags about the benefits of having clean underwear and still cared deeply for him? Or without the wise guidance of Professor Oak, who had helped him up until now, and was still paving the way for Ash to become the ultimate Pokemon master that he so wanted to be?
***********************
His curiosity eventually converted back to sadness and despair, and tears were slowly flowing from his eyes again. He even drew his dagger out from his bedsheet belt.
The dried blood on the dagger and bedsheet had now turned into a shade of brown with a tinge of dark red in it. He could actually see these things because the sun had come out from behind the thick, black clouds while Ash was recalling his memories.
It was ironic how it had been so cloudy and dark when he was feeling hopeful in the morning, that it would have been just a nightmare, and he would find his house again.
And now, when he was feeling even worse then being dead, the sun was out, and shining brightly.
It was almost as if the sun was mocking him, being cruel to him like everyone and everything else.
He couldn't bear the suffering, he just couldn't! Wanting to end the suffering, he raised his arm and was about to drive the dagger straight into his neck, hoping that he could die painlessly.
But he stopped in mid-swing; just before the blade started descending, he could see something running toward him reflected on the dagger. He turned around.
Something was running toward him, all right, and it was coming fast and showing no signs of stopping. Friend or foe? Ash squinted his eyes to see if he could identify the figure.
Then his brain suddenly became aware of the identity, and his body automatically assumed a defensive stance.
It wasn't just one figure; it was a band of assassins, each one of them looking exactly like the one that he had killed yesterday. He could not hear the four people approaching as the plain of ash effectively silenced footsteps, but saw them coming armed with various weapons.
There was no way he could run away; he could not run nearly as quickly as they could, especially with the deep wound in his side that hurt until a moment ago. It had stopped hurting when Ash recognized the danger, and his body was pumping adrenaline at maximum power. Even if he could outrun them, where could he run to? There was no place to run.
He had two options now; to either stand there, do nothing, and get diced to bits by the assassins, or take them on and defeat them (or die trying).
He decided wait first to reduce the distance, then attack. While he was waiting, he removed his bedsheet belt, which would hinder his speed greatly, and threw it on the ground.
When they were about forty feet away from him and still coming toward him, he lowered his head like a Pokemon would do when using Skull Bash, then made a blind charge at his attackers, yelling at the top of his voice. "Aargh!!!" He hoped that his charge would throw off their concentration a bit.
Before taking off, Ash concealed his dagger in his bedsheet belt, hoping to use it as an element of surprise.
The assassins and the boy came toward each other like opposite sides of two magnets. When they were less than fifteen feet apart, Ash drew his dagger and held it up high.
Just then, something good happened that he didn't expect; the angle of the dagger was just right with the rays of the sun so that all four assassins were suddenly hit in the face with an extremely strong flash of light.
They all suddenly stopped, furiously blinking their eyes.
Ash saw this as a chance from the heavens, and used it to his advantage. He kicked a long sword out of the hands of the assassin closest to him, who was still trying to get the flash out of his eyes.
The assassin wore a look of shock, and then panic as his weapon was flung out of his hands. Ash raised his other foot high up, then sailed it downward, right onto the head of the unfortunate assassin.
The first assassin crumpled right onto the desert of ash, with blood slowly seeping out from his short-cut blond hair.
By now, the other three assassins had regained their ability to see, and was shocked to see their leader defeated (he did appear to be the leader, since he wore a different-colored uniform from the other three assassins).
The remaining assassins made a charge at him simultaneously, their weapons raised. They were all girls who appeared to be around twenty years of age.
The one on the left carried a long metal rod taller than herself, the one in the middle carried two daggers, and the one of the right carried a heavy club.
Ash didn't have time to think what to do; he just let his instincts take over, and hoped for the best.
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Ash first grabbed the long sword that had fallen out of the hands of the first assassin. Then, he made an unbelievable jump straight forward, toward the girl in the center with his sword held in front of him. When she saw him soaring through the air, made a rapid series of swings with her dagger, although they were all parried by the much longer blades of the sword.
As Ash was at the top of his trajectory, he saw the metal rod being swung at his left leg. Moving his left leg a little higher, Ash pushed off the metal rod that was moving toward his body with the bottom of his left foot to propel him in the right direction.
Now, he was sailing in the air, right above the heads of the girls who carried the daggers and the club, the ones in the center and the right, respectively.
Ash descended, with the heels of his feet aimed at the heads of both girls. They were too shocked to move after seeing how he had suddenly changed direction in mid-air, and done that so quickly.
Ash's left heel connected with the head of the dagger-carrying girl, while his right heel missed and came down on the right shoulder of the club- wielding girl.
The girl with the dagger crumpled down into the sand face first after a sickening crunch.
The girl on the right cried out in pain after her shoulder was smashed and literally shattered by the powerful force of Ash's heel.
She immediately dropped her club, and whimpered, clutching her right shoulder. She tried to make a rush to pick up her club with her left hand, but Ash said, "Oh, no, you don't!"
He kicked the club away before the girl could retrieve her weapon, and then delivered another kick that connected with the lower jaw of the girl. She, too, fell face first into the ash.
The girl with the metal rod saw that she was alone standing. Even though she panicked, she kept on fighting.
She executed a series of fancy moves that included swings, turns, jabs, and stabs while rushing toward Ash. She even knocked his sword out of his hands, surprising him.
Ash made a feint of kicking her with his left foot, but changed feet before landing again, and kicked her hard in the side with his right. But it hurt a lot; she had thought that the kick would come from Ash's left foot, and swung her weapon at that foot.
Ash felt as if his left foot had been crushed by a steam roller, and stood like a flamingo on his right leg momentarily.
Hoping that he broke a few of her ribs with the last kick, he jumped forward and grabbed her metal rod with his hands. Then, hooking his right leg over the rod and pulling his body over it so he was sitting on the rod, he delivered a powerful kick at her chin.
She had no time to defend herself, because Ash had done all of the previous actions in a period of time not even half a second.
Her head swayed a bit, and then her whole body fell backward with a small "thud." Just to make sure she didn't get back up and ambush him, he made sure that he had kicked her ankles hard enough.
Just when he thought he was done, and caught his breath, he received a surprise attack. His back had been slashed, although not very deep. Ash turned around, and saw the man who appeared to be the leader back up, armed with a dagger. Blood was flowing on the left side of his face, but his expression was one of extreme fury.
Ignoring the immense pain in his left foot and the blood flowing out of the long scar in his back, Ash made a rush at him.
The man was unprepared for this sudden attack, and Ash punched his chest with both fists. With a loud, shattering noise, several ribs of the man cracked, and the leader of the assassins suddenly collapsed on his knees.
A wheezing sound suggested that he had trouble breathing. The broken ribs probably punctured both of his lungs, even maybe his heart.
To end the suffering of the badly hurt man, Ash picked up the club, which was lying nearby.
After raising it high above his head, he smashed it down upon the man's head with all his might.
Crunch.
The man's fell sideways, the side of his head hitting the ground first. There was a big flow of blood, even more than those really gruesome movies full of violence and gore.
***********************
Ash calmed down as the adrenaline began to wear off. His mind was now very clear, and the pain was beginning to return to his wound in his side. He ignored his hurting foot and his back, which had stopped bleeding, but hurt a great deal nonetheless.
Suppressing a hunger pang, Ash took a good look at his surroundings. Four bodies were lying around him, all mutilated in some way, and all of them most likely dead.
But strangely, he felt justified for his actions. In fact, a wrath began to shape in him.
Why had he been so close to being killed several times in the last two days? It wasn't as if he did anything wrong.
If there was one thing that Ash Ketchum could not stand, it was being given treatment like this when he did nothing to deserve it. He cried a few tears of indignation.
He was going to find out who had destroyed Pallet Town, and certainly take revenge. Yes, that was what he was going to do. Even if it meant taking his life, so be it.
He had to stop the criminals from committing any more enormities like this, and wanted to bring the ones responsible to justice.
He took a deep sigh, and seemed to be feeling self-pity for a moment. A 15- year old boy should not have to do this!...
But he made up his mind, and was determined to live up to his intentions.
First, he took a walk through the desert of ash, trying to think what he could do, and where he could start.
He was deep in thought when something gleaming caught his eye. There was a shiny object partially buried in the ashes that had apparently survived the fire.
He ran toward the source of the gleam, and stopped where Professor Oak's lab used to be. He suddenly saw open Pokeballs in that vicinity, reflecting the orange light from the setting sun.
His heart took a great leap. Maybe his Pokemon weren't dead; maybe they were just robbed by the organization that burned down Pallet Town. A case that was also likely with Professor Oak, who might not have been killed due to his knowledge on Pokemon.
Maybe there was a way he could get them back. For the first time in what felt like days, he was actually happy and hopeful.
However, he knew he had no time to lose. The sooner he found them, the better. He took a quick dip in the waters of the river that flowed by Pallet Town, to wash off the dried blood from his clothes and body. He also cleaned the dagger of dried blood.
Picking up the bedsheet that he had removed from around his waist before his encounter with the band of assassins, he sent it floating down the river. He hoped that someone would find it and possibly get a hint at what just happened at Pallet Town.
He watched it go until it disappeared over the waterfall.
Then, he threw a hated gaze at the dagger. He threw it as far as he could, and it landed somewhere on the other side of the river.
***********************
After that, he turned around and began to head northward. As he was walking, he planned to north first, toward Viridian City, and see what happened there. For now, he would leave his hometown... or what was left of it, anyway.
He would come back here, someday, and rebuild his hometown with his own hands. Hopefully, he could marry Misty, and raise the first family in the newly built Pallet Town. He felt much better already, just thinking optimistic things.
The forest north of Pallet Town was almost entirely burned down, but there was a small patch of forest that was mysteriously left unharmed on the very northern edges of the original forest.
Ash walked into the dense woods, until he was out of sight from anyone who would have been looking northward from Pallet Town.
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Yay! This marks the end of the long prologue! Now we can get into the real story. Thanks for being patient!
Please R&R after reading! You can even make suggestions about how you think the story should go, since I haven't entirely decided on it yet. If it sounds good, your opinions could be reflected in this story! So please, R&R!
-Latias In Space-