What has gone before... Patrick is a fourteen year old boy who is about to
set out on a Pokemon journey unique in its own right from his newly adopted
home of Pallet.
"I have something I want you to see," Ash said, standing up. "It's supposed to be a league secret, but I think you need to know. If you'll follow me, I'll show you." The two boys walked from the sandy beach and into the forest until they came to a set of ruins. Ash explained, "The league has been keeping this secret since it's founding," Ash started. "This, these ruins, are a storehouse of knowledge. I do believe, my young friend, that you are a Shadow master."
And Now...
Chapter 9: Shadow Master
"A... Shadow Master? How can that be? Don't you have to train extensively to be a Master? And what's so secretive about Shadow?"
"So many questions, my friend. And so precious little time..." Ash said with a worried expression on his face. "No, you still have to work for it, but shadow mastery is rare. Extremely rare."
Patrick looked at Ash. "What does this mean, Ash?"
"It means, well, It means that might be why that man- whoever he was, and whoever he works for- came after you. Train. Hard. Avoid Kanto. Try the Orange Islands. And whatever you do, don't stay in one place to long."
"What should I do about Pokemon?" Patrick said, starting to regret releasing his.
The sun became covered by dark clouds, and a wind kicked up. A low howling could be heard coming in from the north, off of the water. A single rain drop, blown by wind, landed on Patrick's face. "Got any shelter around here? There's going to be a nasty storm soon."
Ash nodded, and led him into the ruins. "It's not much, but we don't have much time before this thing kicks up." With that, the lightning and thunder started. The two sat in the small, sheltered part of the ruins, looking out at the storm. After a few hours, the storm still had not let up. Patrick was Just about to drift off when a bolt of black lightning struck right in front of where he was sheltered. The storm then dissipated, like nothing had happened at all. The sun had set, and it was dark out.
"Did you see that bolt of lightning?" Patrick asked, turning to Ash.
"You mean that black bolt that struck the ground just a minute ago?"
"Yeah, that's the one." The two walked over to where the lightning had hit. Sitting on the ground was a Jet black pikachu, barely visible except its bright green eyes. "Pikaa!"
"Well, it doesn't look like you'll need worry about a Pokemon."
"I guess not." The Pikachu jumped up on Patrick's shoulder. "I'll set out for the Orange Islands in the morning, Ash. Don't let my friends follow me."
"I have something I want you to see," Ash said, standing up. "It's supposed to be a league secret, but I think you need to know. If you'll follow me, I'll show you." The two boys walked from the sandy beach and into the forest until they came to a set of ruins. Ash explained, "The league has been keeping this secret since it's founding," Ash started. "This, these ruins, are a storehouse of knowledge. I do believe, my young friend, that you are a Shadow master."
And Now...
Chapter 9: Shadow Master
"A... Shadow Master? How can that be? Don't you have to train extensively to be a Master? And what's so secretive about Shadow?"
"So many questions, my friend. And so precious little time..." Ash said with a worried expression on his face. "No, you still have to work for it, but shadow mastery is rare. Extremely rare."
Patrick looked at Ash. "What does this mean, Ash?"
"It means, well, It means that might be why that man- whoever he was, and whoever he works for- came after you. Train. Hard. Avoid Kanto. Try the Orange Islands. And whatever you do, don't stay in one place to long."
"What should I do about Pokemon?" Patrick said, starting to regret releasing his.
The sun became covered by dark clouds, and a wind kicked up. A low howling could be heard coming in from the north, off of the water. A single rain drop, blown by wind, landed on Patrick's face. "Got any shelter around here? There's going to be a nasty storm soon."
Ash nodded, and led him into the ruins. "It's not much, but we don't have much time before this thing kicks up." With that, the lightning and thunder started. The two sat in the small, sheltered part of the ruins, looking out at the storm. After a few hours, the storm still had not let up. Patrick was Just about to drift off when a bolt of black lightning struck right in front of where he was sheltered. The storm then dissipated, like nothing had happened at all. The sun had set, and it was dark out.
"Did you see that bolt of lightning?" Patrick asked, turning to Ash.
"You mean that black bolt that struck the ground just a minute ago?"
"Yeah, that's the one." The two walked over to where the lightning had hit. Sitting on the ground was a Jet black pikachu, barely visible except its bright green eyes. "Pikaa!"
"Well, it doesn't look like you'll need worry about a Pokemon."
"I guess not." The Pikachu jumped up on Patrick's shoulder. "I'll set out for the Orange Islands in the morning, Ash. Don't let my friends follow me."