Genesis Of A Creation
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Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon
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Author's notes: This should've came out earlier, but my brother jammed up my computer and now I have to redo EVERYTHING because, THAT JERK CAUSED ME TO HAVE TO WIPE OUT THE COMP'S DRIVE!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry for ranting, but it's the only way I actually get happy enough. Anyway, thanks to everyone I have yet to thank because of his/her help. And everyone whom I have already thanked.
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Dedicated to Eve, whom I hope will stop her alcoholic obsession and revert back to the happy cheerful girl whom I admire and like, though I still do.
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A thin wire hung, an empty void of darkness on one side, a blanket of white on the other. A pathway that stretch out to two sides, one dark and the other, light. Souls stood on the placed between the dark and light.
Each of them unaware of this while in the living mortal world, there are others who observed without interfering. For it was not their way...
They shifted their focus to one particular soul. It was lost, yet it had a purpose. They turned to another, which was identical, but was turning into the black void. Two so similar, yet different due to the circumstances.
They knew that once again, they would have to interfere. For that fate of all the other souls depended on those two. One was the One, with a purpose that not even they could fulfill. The other also had a purpose, similar yet different.
Once again, their object of interest changed to another, this time the one who would either cause the other two to destroy the world, or to save it. The soul did not know it, but the sub-consciousness of this soul is in conflict. For the world was not the one the soul knew...
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Ash replaced the book onto his bookshelf as he pondered some of the theories. However, like the past few days, nothing could occupy his mind other than that scene in the cerulean gym.
He could not forget the way the gym leader had stopped the battle, even though Dewgong should be made to continue fighting, as accordance to the rules. That gym leader had not even though about herself as she crossed the ice and water, both of which could freeze her.
He wondered why had she been so concerned about that pokemon. He had been told by Giovanni that pokemons are but tools to be used, for they are multiple in numbers, each species breeding like rabbits save for a few.
What did she regard them as was one of the few questions Ash asked himself, for he was more intelligent than most thought him. Indeed, there were many things about himself and his thoughts that Giovanni knew nothing about.
Ash shook his head. She was special was something he told himself. He would try to observe her if possible, for she... was not like anyone he had met before.
But now, he needed to go on a mission to retrieve the Orb of Longiness. What Giovanni wanted it for was something he would not care to ask. Trying to know ore than the leader gave was something Ash did not appreciate, for it meant that it was something more you can use against him.
He got up, throwing on his cloak like it was part of him, grabbing the belt which held his pokemon and other items he might require, and he left the room.
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"Which mother fucker is it?!" Misty growled angrily as she stumbled out of bed as the phone continued to ring. Misty made up her find to curse that person and hang up if it's a call for no rhyme or reason.
Almost tripping over the rug which laid on the ground in front of her door, she blindly groped for the receiver, her free hand searching for the video switch. "Misty Waterflower, please call back in the morning if this is not a prank call. If it is, FUCK OFF! You don't wanna mess with me," she growled.
"I would suggest you check your language Miss Waterflower," Lorelei's image appeared on the screen as Misty finally hit the on button. "You and your sisters have been ordered to come to the headquarters immediately. Everything will be explained once you are here."
Misty cracked open her eyes, squinting at the bright light shining into her face. "Oh. Sorry about that," she yawned. "I'll get my sisters up," she replaced the receiver without waiting for any other reply from the elite trainer.
She took a breath ready to yell at her sisters, but thought better of it as a sneaky idea entered her head. Quickly, she returned to her room to get her stuff, before slinking into the bathroom for a quick shower. Now was her chance to see her sisters clamber over who was going to get the shower first...
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Misty brought one hand to her mouth as her stomach rolled in nausea. The other was brought up to massage her temple in a bid to massage the dizziness away. Seeing a chair in front of her, she grabbed the back of the chair, slowly letting herself down onto the seat.
Sabrina watched her without interest as Erica and Brock hurried over to assist her. "You alright?" Brock asked her. Misty continued to hold her hand to her mouth, but nodded. Misty then turned to Erica and smiled thankfully as the Celadon gym leader offered her a bit of perfume which Erica explained was used to sooth nauseouness.
"You are in my seat."
Misty looked up at the owner of the voice, before standing up. "Sorry Lorelei. I just felt ill after that teleportation..." Misty explained, as she got up to allow the woman to retain her seat.
"Lorelei, it won't kill you to let someone else sit there," Lance admonished her as he took his own, looking at his colleague before smiling at Misty. "You shouldn't move about too much if you feel unwell," he told her.
"B-but," she stuttered, looking back and forth between the two, unsure about her position. "I think I better return to my place..." she trailed off in shock as Lance gently grasped her arm and pulled her down onto the seat. Lorelei lingered next to Misty for a moment more, before taking the place next to Agatha.
"I have called all of you here because we have received a tip-off about a forthcoming attempt to steal the Orb of Longiness, which is a protected artifact we keep at the National Kanto museum," Lance started announcing once Lorelei speared to be comfortable.
"It had been protected for generations ever since it has been found. It was rumored to have contain dark powers, but it is unproven as of yet. In either case, the elders have stated that the orb is never to be taken away, and I have every intention to uphold that task," Lance looked at everyone, most of whom appeared rather interested.
"We are to go to the museum, in case someone really does attempt to steal the orb. I believe that there is a high probability that the attempt will take place today, for my sources are hardly wrong," he stated. There was a fierceness in his voice which seemed to dare somebody to tell him that his words were wrong.
"We'll be split into teams. Daisy, Lily, Violet, you're together. Erica, Brock, Misty, team two. Sabrina takes north and Lorelei will take the eastern gate. I'll be monitoring the situation while patrolling the entire premises," he once again looked at each person in turn who nodded in agreement.
"Anyone without flying pokemon should find someone who has, or they can teleport with Sabrina," Lance told them. Misty turned green when she heard that, but hid the discomfort with others. "Would you like to ride with me?" Lance, who sensed and understood how she felt about teleportation, offered.
"Umm... sure, thanks," Misty hesitated, but seeing that Erica's Pidgeot was occupied by Brock and her, and her sisters were going to teleport, she had little choice but to agree. She turned to follow Lance... and missed the glances everyone was shooting the two.
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Ash switched the vision on his glasses, the color of the ground lit up, enabling him to see through the darkness. He pulled on his hood, and released both pokemon. They would be able to back him up if he needed help. It was virtually unneeded, but it was better to be safe. People had been killed because of such reasons.
He approached the museum, taking pains to keep himself low as he headed for the loading and unloading bay. Straining his ears, he heard nothing, but he did not throw caution to the wind.
Once he entered the loading bay, he felt for his gun. He hoped that he need not use it, but one should expect the unexpected. In his mind, he smirked in irony. To expect the unexpected made the unexpected, expected.
He accessed the map which quickly appeared in his glasses, double checking his location and the room where the orb could be found. Sure that he had everything planned, he quickly but quietly strode along the corridors, pausing around corners.
It did not take him long to find the lobby, where he had to ascend a flight of stairs to reach his destination. His keen ears prickled, as footsteps approached. He returned to his previous corner, a scowl momentarily appearing on his face. As he entered deeper into the museum, there were more and more guards. And it appeared to him that there were more than the usual.
Once the guards had cleared the area, he headed for the stairs, taking advantage of the high pillars and exhibits, blending into the shadow. As he approached the foot of the stairs, he began to be more cautious, for he would be in plain view once he started going up.
For several minutes, he stayed hidden, unmoving, listening for any heel- drop, and sound which resembled someone approaching. Nothing changed, and he decided to sprint up the stairs, taking the chance that he might be heard slightly. He would rather make some noise to be out of sight than to be silent only to be found.
He straightened up, and as he was about to set foot on the stairs, an explosion was heard outside. He paused for half a second, and that time was all it needed for someone, who was coming out of a room to investigate, to spot him.
"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?" that person demanded.
Ash cursed, and sprinted up the stairs hoping to lose that guard. However, someone appeared to be conspiring against him, for the moment her reached the top, and tried to enter the first door, he collided into someone else.
He quickly recovered, and noticed the person he had crashed into. He growled, pulling out his gun and got behind her where he threw an arm around her neck, pointing the gun at her temple. He had never done this, but this unfortunate meeting had taken too much time for him to do otherwise.
The woman uttered a gasp of surprise as Ash drew her closer to himself. The door crashed inward as someone kicked it open, a gun pointed at him and his hostage. "Oh shit," the guard cursed, as he saw the state everyone involved were in.
Ash continued to keep the gun pointed at his hostage. He only hoped that he won't have to use it. But if forced to, he would...
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Author's notes again:
Okay. Another chapter down and I hope that you've enjoyed it. I haven't. This chapter was nothing compared to the one before the comp was erased, and I couldn't remember the exact wordings of the first chapter 5.
I hope that the next chapter will be better, and it'll seriously help if you people review. Fortunately for me, my brother won't be touching the computer anytime this year, but the next chapter will take some time to come out. My mom's gonna keep the keyboard and mouse. _
This chapter's inquiry from you is, who wants Pikachu to enter the scene, and how you think it should, if you want him back. And if Pikachu isn't going to be in the picture, who do you think you would like to be Ash's main pokemon? Halgre or Drakon?
Please review and tell me your choices and reasons, if possible.
Grypheon
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Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon
~*~*~*~
Author's notes: This should've came out earlier, but my brother jammed up my computer and now I have to redo EVERYTHING because, THAT JERK CAUSED ME TO HAVE TO WIPE OUT THE COMP'S DRIVE!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry for ranting, but it's the only way I actually get happy enough. Anyway, thanks to everyone I have yet to thank because of his/her help. And everyone whom I have already thanked.
~*~*~*~
Dedicated to Eve, whom I hope will stop her alcoholic obsession and revert back to the happy cheerful girl whom I admire and like, though I still do.
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A thin wire hung, an empty void of darkness on one side, a blanket of white on the other. A pathway that stretch out to two sides, one dark and the other, light. Souls stood on the placed between the dark and light.
Each of them unaware of this while in the living mortal world, there are others who observed without interfering. For it was not their way...
They shifted their focus to one particular soul. It was lost, yet it had a purpose. They turned to another, which was identical, but was turning into the black void. Two so similar, yet different due to the circumstances.
They knew that once again, they would have to interfere. For that fate of all the other souls depended on those two. One was the One, with a purpose that not even they could fulfill. The other also had a purpose, similar yet different.
Once again, their object of interest changed to another, this time the one who would either cause the other two to destroy the world, or to save it. The soul did not know it, but the sub-consciousness of this soul is in conflict. For the world was not the one the soul knew...
~*~*~*~
Ash replaced the book onto his bookshelf as he pondered some of the theories. However, like the past few days, nothing could occupy his mind other than that scene in the cerulean gym.
He could not forget the way the gym leader had stopped the battle, even though Dewgong should be made to continue fighting, as accordance to the rules. That gym leader had not even though about herself as she crossed the ice and water, both of which could freeze her.
He wondered why had she been so concerned about that pokemon. He had been told by Giovanni that pokemons are but tools to be used, for they are multiple in numbers, each species breeding like rabbits save for a few.
What did she regard them as was one of the few questions Ash asked himself, for he was more intelligent than most thought him. Indeed, there were many things about himself and his thoughts that Giovanni knew nothing about.
Ash shook his head. She was special was something he told himself. He would try to observe her if possible, for she... was not like anyone he had met before.
But now, he needed to go on a mission to retrieve the Orb of Longiness. What Giovanni wanted it for was something he would not care to ask. Trying to know ore than the leader gave was something Ash did not appreciate, for it meant that it was something more you can use against him.
He got up, throwing on his cloak like it was part of him, grabbing the belt which held his pokemon and other items he might require, and he left the room.
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"Which mother fucker is it?!" Misty growled angrily as she stumbled out of bed as the phone continued to ring. Misty made up her find to curse that person and hang up if it's a call for no rhyme or reason.
Almost tripping over the rug which laid on the ground in front of her door, she blindly groped for the receiver, her free hand searching for the video switch. "Misty Waterflower, please call back in the morning if this is not a prank call. If it is, FUCK OFF! You don't wanna mess with me," she growled.
"I would suggest you check your language Miss Waterflower," Lorelei's image appeared on the screen as Misty finally hit the on button. "You and your sisters have been ordered to come to the headquarters immediately. Everything will be explained once you are here."
Misty cracked open her eyes, squinting at the bright light shining into her face. "Oh. Sorry about that," she yawned. "I'll get my sisters up," she replaced the receiver without waiting for any other reply from the elite trainer.
She took a breath ready to yell at her sisters, but thought better of it as a sneaky idea entered her head. Quickly, she returned to her room to get her stuff, before slinking into the bathroom for a quick shower. Now was her chance to see her sisters clamber over who was going to get the shower first...
~*~*~*~
Misty brought one hand to her mouth as her stomach rolled in nausea. The other was brought up to massage her temple in a bid to massage the dizziness away. Seeing a chair in front of her, she grabbed the back of the chair, slowly letting herself down onto the seat.
Sabrina watched her without interest as Erica and Brock hurried over to assist her. "You alright?" Brock asked her. Misty continued to hold her hand to her mouth, but nodded. Misty then turned to Erica and smiled thankfully as the Celadon gym leader offered her a bit of perfume which Erica explained was used to sooth nauseouness.
"You are in my seat."
Misty looked up at the owner of the voice, before standing up. "Sorry Lorelei. I just felt ill after that teleportation..." Misty explained, as she got up to allow the woman to retain her seat.
"Lorelei, it won't kill you to let someone else sit there," Lance admonished her as he took his own, looking at his colleague before smiling at Misty. "You shouldn't move about too much if you feel unwell," he told her.
"B-but," she stuttered, looking back and forth between the two, unsure about her position. "I think I better return to my place..." she trailed off in shock as Lance gently grasped her arm and pulled her down onto the seat. Lorelei lingered next to Misty for a moment more, before taking the place next to Agatha.
"I have called all of you here because we have received a tip-off about a forthcoming attempt to steal the Orb of Longiness, which is a protected artifact we keep at the National Kanto museum," Lance started announcing once Lorelei speared to be comfortable.
"It had been protected for generations ever since it has been found. It was rumored to have contain dark powers, but it is unproven as of yet. In either case, the elders have stated that the orb is never to be taken away, and I have every intention to uphold that task," Lance looked at everyone, most of whom appeared rather interested.
"We are to go to the museum, in case someone really does attempt to steal the orb. I believe that there is a high probability that the attempt will take place today, for my sources are hardly wrong," he stated. There was a fierceness in his voice which seemed to dare somebody to tell him that his words were wrong.
"We'll be split into teams. Daisy, Lily, Violet, you're together. Erica, Brock, Misty, team two. Sabrina takes north and Lorelei will take the eastern gate. I'll be monitoring the situation while patrolling the entire premises," he once again looked at each person in turn who nodded in agreement.
"Anyone without flying pokemon should find someone who has, or they can teleport with Sabrina," Lance told them. Misty turned green when she heard that, but hid the discomfort with others. "Would you like to ride with me?" Lance, who sensed and understood how she felt about teleportation, offered.
"Umm... sure, thanks," Misty hesitated, but seeing that Erica's Pidgeot was occupied by Brock and her, and her sisters were going to teleport, she had little choice but to agree. She turned to follow Lance... and missed the glances everyone was shooting the two.
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Ash switched the vision on his glasses, the color of the ground lit up, enabling him to see through the darkness. He pulled on his hood, and released both pokemon. They would be able to back him up if he needed help. It was virtually unneeded, but it was better to be safe. People had been killed because of such reasons.
He approached the museum, taking pains to keep himself low as he headed for the loading and unloading bay. Straining his ears, he heard nothing, but he did not throw caution to the wind.
Once he entered the loading bay, he felt for his gun. He hoped that he need not use it, but one should expect the unexpected. In his mind, he smirked in irony. To expect the unexpected made the unexpected, expected.
He accessed the map which quickly appeared in his glasses, double checking his location and the room where the orb could be found. Sure that he had everything planned, he quickly but quietly strode along the corridors, pausing around corners.
It did not take him long to find the lobby, where he had to ascend a flight of stairs to reach his destination. His keen ears prickled, as footsteps approached. He returned to his previous corner, a scowl momentarily appearing on his face. As he entered deeper into the museum, there were more and more guards. And it appeared to him that there were more than the usual.
Once the guards had cleared the area, he headed for the stairs, taking advantage of the high pillars and exhibits, blending into the shadow. As he approached the foot of the stairs, he began to be more cautious, for he would be in plain view once he started going up.
For several minutes, he stayed hidden, unmoving, listening for any heel- drop, and sound which resembled someone approaching. Nothing changed, and he decided to sprint up the stairs, taking the chance that he might be heard slightly. He would rather make some noise to be out of sight than to be silent only to be found.
He straightened up, and as he was about to set foot on the stairs, an explosion was heard outside. He paused for half a second, and that time was all it needed for someone, who was coming out of a room to investigate, to spot him.
"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?" that person demanded.
Ash cursed, and sprinted up the stairs hoping to lose that guard. However, someone appeared to be conspiring against him, for the moment her reached the top, and tried to enter the first door, he collided into someone else.
He quickly recovered, and noticed the person he had crashed into. He growled, pulling out his gun and got behind her where he threw an arm around her neck, pointing the gun at her temple. He had never done this, but this unfortunate meeting had taken too much time for him to do otherwise.
The woman uttered a gasp of surprise as Ash drew her closer to himself. The door crashed inward as someone kicked it open, a gun pointed at him and his hostage. "Oh shit," the guard cursed, as he saw the state everyone involved were in.
Ash continued to keep the gun pointed at his hostage. He only hoped that he won't have to use it. But if forced to, he would...
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Author's notes again:
Okay. Another chapter down and I hope that you've enjoyed it. I haven't. This chapter was nothing compared to the one before the comp was erased, and I couldn't remember the exact wordings of the first chapter 5.
I hope that the next chapter will be better, and it'll seriously help if you people review. Fortunately for me, my brother won't be touching the computer anytime this year, but the next chapter will take some time to come out. My mom's gonna keep the keyboard and mouse. _
This chapter's inquiry from you is, who wants Pikachu to enter the scene, and how you think it should, if you want him back. And if Pikachu isn't going to be in the picture, who do you think you would like to be Ash's main pokemon? Halgre or Drakon?
Please review and tell me your choices and reasons, if possible.
Grypheon