Disclaimer: Pokemon aint mine, buddy. But Alassa is. Ha!

Chapter 2

The sea was blue. The sky was blue. Ash was blue. He simply could not understand what kind of monstrous creature would destroy his home like that. He wasn't worried about his Nintendo 64 any more, although he was careful not to let anyone think otherwise. He was worried about his Mom. If she was in the house when it was obliterated, she wouldn't have survived. But there was a glimmer of hope at the back of his mind that she might be safe. After all, they might have got warning the creature was coming by one of the Professor's devices. The Professor, Ash was worried about him too. He had been like a father to Ash. And he wasn't exactly as young as he used to be.

"Wow, the sea looks so sparkly and blue," sighed Misty, breaking Ash's train of thought.

"You just wait, Misty," Alassa replied. "Once you've been here for seven hours straight with nothing to look at but the sea and the sky, you'll think differently."

"Seven hours!" exclaimed Ash. "I am NOT sitting on this stupid Lapras for seven hours!" Everybody laughed. "What?" Ash asked.

"She didn't mean it, Ash, don't be so gullible," said Brock. "But I bet you've been on the open sea for days on end," he said to Alassa.

Alassa explained that if he went for too long on the ocean sea her lips would become sore and chapped because of the wind. She never took any lip balm because it was extremely expensive and the only way she could earn money was by taking tourists from island to island on her lapras. She never battled.

"Why not?" asked Brock, abruptly. "A pokemon battle is a basic essential to pokemon. It gives them exercise and a chance to learn new skills. Even the weakest pokemon should battle."

"Do you think my Lapras doesn't get enough exercise with lugging all those tourists around everywhere?" she laughed.

It was just after midday and the foursome were eating lunch. They could see nothing but the sun, the bright, azure water and the blissfully blue sky all around them. It was very warm, but a surprisingly dry wind blew all around them. Suddenly, they felt a jolt. Then Lapras shuddered to a halt and began sinking.

"What's going on?" yelled Misty, her cerulean eyes flashing with fear.

"I-I don't know. This has never happened before!" replied Alassa.

They were still sinking. Suddenly the Lapras sank right to the bottom of the sea. The four humans it carried swam up to the surface as fast as they could and breathed in the crisp sea air thankfully. Alassa was shaking. "Hurry, get lapras off the floor!" she shouted desperately. Brock shook his head.

"We can't lift it all on our own. You need several strong men to lift that much weight. Or a crane. And we have neither," Brock said. His calm words only seemed to make her more desperate and she ducked down beneath the waves.

Alassa knew she could lift her pokemon, even if those three babies wouldn't help her. She'd do it alone and she'd prove them wrong. A fiery passion burnt inside her as she thought about all the times Lapras had helped her out of trouble. The time when she was only seven and a Charmeleon had jumped out on her. The time when a mugger had tried to rob her of all her money. The time when her parents had died and she needed a friend. All of those times Lapras had helped her. And now it was Alassa's turn to help her pokemon. Her fury gave her extra strength and she was able to lift the Lapras right off the sea bed. She kicked as hard as she could and went straight up to the surface, gasping for air.

Misty was amazed. Lapras weighed just about 220 kilograms. That girl must have the strength of a Machamp!

"Let's get to an island," said Alassa. "There's one a little further west that has a small village. It's called Sienna Village. I've never been there before, though."

The four young people swam on until they got to Sienna Village. It was located on a small, sandy island. It looked like something out of a book. It was everything a person could want from and island in the middle of the sea; Festivities all year round, warm, surfing, sand and exotic fruits. Unfortunately they had one custom.

"No strangers?" said Brock, amazed. "Whyever not?"

"Tourists want to spend their holidays here. Some people even say that they're going to turn this island into a hotel. I'm sorry but if you don't have the relevant passes, you will have to be detained."

While Ash continued arguing with the officer and Misty tried to make Alassa stay awake, Brock took a look at Lapras. There was a puncture mark in one of its fins that oozed black blood. Perfectly normal for a pokemon, but, what was that? There was a speck of green in the inky blackness. Hmm, poison. Nothing serious though, it was just pokemon poison. Probably from a tentacool or tentacruel, by the look of it. Lapras would be alright, she had just fainted. As had her unfortunate owner. If they got them both Pokemon Centre, they would be right as rain in no time.

Brock turned around and tried to reason with the officer. It didn't work. By the time the sun had set the four of them – lapras was taken to a pokemon centre – had been relieved of their pokemon and taken into a cell.

Note: Hey, does anybody know how to do those apostrophe things? Like the one above the 'e' in pokemon. Please tell me, it's killing me! Hey, less direct speech, yay! Please R&R!