Chapter 2 Saved
A/N: What will happen next? Edited, with MUCH help from Raichu, the beta reader. Thank you, Raichu!
Disclaimer: Ha! Now I own a character! It's……just a villager. [sigh]. All characters belong to their rightful owners.
Nightfall. Ash, Dawn and Brock quickly tried to set up camp, eager for rest after the whole day of walking. Unfortunately, there was a very big problem about their tent. It would not hold still. The sand was too loose to hold the pitches.
"Brock! This tent is wobbling! How am I going to sleep in this thing?" asked Ash, hitting the tent pole in frustration. The whole thing came down within seconds.
"Ugh, Ash. Could you stop destroying our only tent?" said Dawn. Everyone was very tired, and tempers were running high.
"It's not my fault that the tent crashed down!"
"Of course not, Mr I-am-very-daft, it is NOT your fault when YOU hit the tent pole and the tent crashed down! Ohh no, it absolutely isn't your fault," said Dawn sarcastically.
Brock was tired of those two squabbling like children all the time.
"Quiet! You two! Do you want to attract Cacturnes here to eat us up?" This shut both their mouths up better than a barrel of super glue.
"Now, Ash, how about you let a pro show you how to actually set up a tent." whispered Brock.
With Ash and Dawn's help, the tent was quickly set up again and they went inside. Brock gave them a few dry biscuits and a little water.
"Finish it quickly; we don't want Cacturnes to pick up the scent, do we?"
Dawn finished her ration quickly in a very lady-like manner, Ash's, on the other hand, was gone the moment Brock gave it to him. They then turned off the lamp.
They slept soundly that night, unknown that someone was watching in air, a Flygon zoomed off after the light in the tent went out.
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Meanwhile, at another unknown place...
"Team Elphar, ready to go?" asked a person. He was obviously the boss as everyone turned their heads to him when he was talking.
"Confirmed, sir," said another person who sat in front of a computer.
"Good. ETA to place from our current coordinates?"
"Exactly one hour, forty-four minutes and thirty-seven seconds if we go by 180 kilometers per hour, sir."
"Hmm, reduce it to 150 kilometers per hour, don't rush it too much."
"Yes, sir."
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Night passed quickly in the desert. The trio woke up as the sun hit the horizon. They wanted to pack up, eat their breakfast and get a good start before it got too hot. After that, they resumed their walking.
Before long, the desert was as hot as a Magcargo's body.
"Strange, isn't it, Dawn?" asked Ash.
"What's strange?" said Dawn.
"A moment ago, when it was freezing cold, we want the sun; but now that it is boiling hot, we want the cold instead,"
"Heh,"
In spite of everything, Dawn smiled. Ash was trying to make a joke, trying to lift their spirits up. How sweet. Just then, Brock spotted something far ahead.
"Guys, is that what I think it is?"
Everyone squinted to see what Brock saw. A sand-stone made tower. It lift everyone's hopes up.
"But then again, it might be a mirage," said Brock, scratching his chin. Everybody sunk.
"I don't care. I'm taking that risk," said Ash, running towards it.
"Ash! Wait!" But Ash wasn't listening.
They had no choice but to follow him.
It turned out not to be a mirage. The tower was battered from sandstorms that frequented the desert. It was at least a hundred meters tall and half a hundred meters wide. Ash noticed that the windows on the tower were very small. Probably to keep too much sunlight from coming in, thought Ash. At least it could be a shelter and a place to rest for a while. Everyone went inside through the front door. There was a hole in the middle of the room they had entered.
"What time is it, Dawn?" asked Ash.
"It's….." Dawn pressed the button on her Poketch. But it only showed 88:88.
"My Poketch! It's not working!" screeched Dawn.
"Again?"
"Impossible! I got it checked and updated from the main company a week before!"
"Hello?" said a new voice.
Everyone turned to see a frowning person stepping off a platform that was raised up from the hole in ground. The man wore a long white coloured robe up to his calf. Ash, Dawn, and Brock each had matched looks of shock on their faces. Pikachu's cheek began to buzz with electricity.
"Who are you three, and what is your business here?"
A/N: this chapter was longer. Hope you could enjoy it! If you could spare time, review, wouldn't you, please? Unsigned reviews are accepted. Thank You.