Chapter 6:Tales of Stories past.
The Child was in the schoolyard, he was crying because he had lost the thing of the most value to him. The Friend came over and tried to comfort him, although the Friend had no clue how to do so. They talked and said that if the Friend could find the possession that the Child had lost, than the Child would explain why he was sad that he lost it. They traveled together, and eventually found that the school bully had taken the object. The bully hadn't given it up easily, but the Child had a trick up his sleeve, he had convinced the bully that it was worthless, and traded his watch for it, but the watch was broken, and the object was a unique object, only 1 in the world. The Child had gotten his object, he and the Friend went to the back of the schoolyard, and the Child had a lot of explaining to do.
"I wanted my toy back because it's the last gift from my daddy, he's gone now." The Child had explained what he promised.
"What is it?" The Friend questioned.
"It's a 'Shiny Tricky Fox Pocket Monster.' I have no clue what that is, but that's what makes it so fun, I can create tons of stories about the toy!"
"What's it's name?"
"It's a boy, and I call him Shawn."
"What kind of adventures does he have?'
"He usually fights other monsters, beings of other dimensions! He's a big hero."
The bell had rung, the Child was beaming. It was time for them to go inside, the Child hid his toy in his backpack, and quickly starting doing school work.
At home, his mother was upset, she thought he would need another rock, one to hold onto, she had figured that if she got another person, one that was a great parent, that he would help. She thought the Child was a recluse, a loner.
It was a good 3 years, from 1st grade to 4th before the Child and the Friend had any real issues. The first problem they had was the bully had been trying to hurt the Friend, the Child didn't want to try and save the Friend. He was scared, he didn't want to protect his friend. The Friend had been upset at the Child for not helping him, and they had a fall out, they both went to Echo Canyon and stood at the top, although they didn't realize that the other was there, they started talking, and the Friend realized that even though the Child was there, he could have done nothing.
It was about 2 more years before anything else changed, the Child's mom had gotten a new husband, a great parent, just like she wanted. Although she doubts she made a good choice in husband.
They lasted for about 7 more years, this time the problem was with the Friend's parents, they wanted to leave, the Friend had tried to convince them, but his parents had made up their mind. They would leave, and the Child would be alone. The Friend had told the Child, and the Child had begged, but the Friend would leave. The Child would be alone, and in one of the most important times of his life. He was scared, as the last time he was alone there was almost nothing that could be done, his only friend was Shawn then, and he was afraid that he would still be alone with only Shawn when his friend left as well.
It took 2 days, the Child was on the edge of the cliff of Echo Canyon, and the Friend was 1 day gone, mourning his lost friend. The Child had stood by, and made some witty banter with a fool, but he was pushed, and started falling to his death, it was then that he had something strange happen, he was transported to another world, and had his body change.
"...And that's the story of the young boy, the one you see in front of you now." I had finished the story, I felt a weight lift off of my chest.
"WAIT, SO YOU'RE A HUMAN?!" Leafeon had screamed.
"SHUT UP! Isn't that obvious from the story?" Flareon wasn't happy about Leafeon's comment.
"How come you aren't shell-shocked? If you are human, and came from another area…" Jordan had asked this.
"I don't know. Jordan, It's probably something to do with the fact that my area that I was from was very biome diverse." I mentioned, my second best guess was that the home I was from was a mirror world from this one. It was supported by my dream the other night.
So you don't have amnesia?" Jolteon asked.
"No, and don't think that I've got any solutions." I said, hoping they would pick up, I still knew nothing of why I was here, I knew that it was entirely based on luck, but I didn't know who brought me here. I needed answers, I needed something that these guys got…
Author's note
Good and bad news. Good news, I'm going to move on with the story. Bad news, I can't post next week, somethings coming up. Although I think that some of you don't mind.