A poke12101 production:

The Story of a Destiny

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Chapter 3

You'll Be Coming Down

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Disclaimer:

I own only the plot and the few characters I've made up in this story I do not own Pokémon or its' characters.

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Quick Author Note:

I decided I'm not going to violently cease updating after chapter 5. That said, I will update much faster if I receive tons of reviews. Right now, I'm going to update at a completely sporadic pace from now on, I might update tomorrow or 2 weeks from now.

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Spark followed the girl down the path while quietly observing his surroundings. There was indeed a small community right near where he had landed. Although small was hardly a fitting description, the community was very spread out. Houses here were a far distance apart from each other, some of small size, some huge. Spark was fascinated; he seriously doubted that any of the building materials needed to build this community had come from here. The inhabitants of such a community would need to cross great distances in order to get the supplies they needed to survive, which would mean these humans had incredible technology. Of course he didn't doubt the existence of such technology, having been literally hit in the face with it, but such things amazed him.

His observations led him to the road ahead, he could only guess where it would lead, but somehow he felt extremely motivated to go. It was almost as if there was a beacon guiding him down the path now, because when the girl turned left down another path he had already expected it. It was as if some powerful external force was drawing him, but where to? Observing what was ahead of him gave him an answer, a fairly large house, nearly a mansion. For a second he seemed to think that such a place might be a palace from which this mew controlled the land, but the idea seemed to be impossible. Such a dictator would have never befriended a young human girl, right?

As they approached the house the front door opened and another young human girl was standing there. She seemed happy to see the other girl, so Spark could only assume they were friends. The two girls greeted each other with a friendly hug and started chatting to each other about something Spark had almost no interest in. Spark had something else to ponder carefully about at the moment. Spark had felt, for a moment, as if an all penetrating eye had looked into the very fiber of his being and left. It didn't disturb him as much as he thought it would, but he was almost certain it was the other mew. His thought was interrupted by a question, that he missed entirely,

"I'm sorry, what?" asked Spark.

"I was wondering who you were. Ashley seemed to think you were Rose, but if you're not then who are you?" For the first time, Spark actually observed the girl at the door who had asked the question. She was of a similar age of the other girl, had red hair, and brown eyes. She appeared to be an average young human girl, with similar generic mannerisms, and from all appearances she appeared to live in the house in question. He took note of all this within a few short moments and then replied,

"My name is Spark, what's yours?"

"My name is Holly. Did you want to see Rose now?" The girl asked the question with a distinct honesty, but it still caught him off guard. How did she know? The two girls hadn't been discussing it that much he had known about their conversation, how did she figure out the intent of his visit?

"How did you know that I wanted to see Rose?" he asked carefully.

"Oh, because Rose said you would be coming. Come on, she's waiting for you." Spark followed the girl into the house. She led him through a corridor and to a set of double doors. She opened the doors and shouted inside,

"Rose, the mew is here!" and with that Spark entered and the doors closed behind him. For a few seconds all that could be heard were the muffled footsteps of the girl walking back down the hall, and then there was silence.

Spark took this time to soak in the room; it was somewhat of an open Victorian style ballroom, with two hanging chandeliers providing most of the lighting, and no columns to support the high ceilings. The room was not dark, it was bright with a warm light emanating from the many light fixtures, and had high windows with closed curtains on its left side. There was only one entrance, the one he had entered through, and on the other side of the room a couch and two chairs.

On the couch was a mew, light red in color but not quite pink. She had large dark red eyes, so Spark could assume where her name came from. Her presence was commanding, as if he were observing the entrance to a grand library of ancient and powerful information. However, there was something about her that Spark couldn't entirely place, something that didn't make her frightening, simply impressive. She was staring at him, waiting, waiting for him to break the silence.

"So you're Rose, I presume?"

"You presume correct. I'm sure you have questions, ask away."

Spark thought to himself for a second and then began an assault of questions.

"You knew I was coming, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

"Do you know why I came?"

"At first I thought I had a good idea, but then I realized you were someone else, someone with questions and no answers."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Spark asked with a somewhat injured ego.

"It means that you are a very specific type of person. You are the kind of person who spends their entire life trying to get outside of the fish tank called 'life'. You're the kind of person that has spent far too long on the outside looking in, and now you crave to be a fish once more. So you've come to me, seeking answers and unfortunately I can't help you."

"You can't, but you may be the only person who can…"

"I am the only person." she cut in, "The only person who could lead you to what you need to find to survive. However, this is not going to consist of me sitting here and answering your questions. I can guarantee you that you will be doing all the work. That means you will be asking and answering your own questions and learning from your own experience. The question becomes whether or not I'll do it, and the answer is no. I don't know what you came here thinking you were looking for or what you would find, but the only thing you really came here for is to prove what you were made of, and I'm the only one who can help you."

"But, why won't you help me? Have I…"

"I won't help you because you are way beyond help. You would have to prove that you were made of pretty tough stuff to let me help you out."

"What do I have to do? I'll do it, no matter what it is." There was a long silence, in which rose simply looked him over, as if determining how tough he was by sight alone.

"It would be nearly impossible for you. I think you wouldn't even be man enough to attempt it, let alone succeed."

"'whatever it is, I'll do it." Spark said with absolute resolution.

"Well, it's your funeral. The challenge is simple, beat the all time unassisted space survival record, by a full five minutes. That basically means survive 5 minutes in space without any protection or safety whatsoever." There was a long silence.

"Outer space?"

"Yes, outer space. You know, where the stars and planets are, the moon and all that? Ring any bells?"

"Oh it rings bells alright." 'And several alarms to', he thought to himself.

"So, let me get this perfectly clear. You want me to spend five minutes in outer space with no protection, no space ship, no space suit, no oxygen, nothing." Spark asked in half disbelief.

"Well, I did say 'break the record by', and the record is roughly point five seconds. So it's only a little over five minutes. But, other than that minor detail, yes that's what I want you to do." There was even more silence, but it was mixed with the confused and silent thoughts of Spark as he contemplated the impossible task.

"Will I live?" He asked finally.

"Only if you're not completely hopeless." She said matter of factly.

"Well, I'll guess I'm going to have to do that then." Spark said uneasily. Just then the nearest window to him opened and the curtains pulled back. He already knew the answer to his next question,

"Now?" he asked unenthusiastically.

"No better time than the present." She smiled in an almost friendly fashion, obviously meant to mean 'get out'. With that Spark floated outside the window and looked straight up, at space. It was a daunting task, and he wasn't sure if he had any chance. The sun was going down, and was getting low over the horizon. He took a long hard look at it as it set. As he watched it he felt as though he might be seeing it for the last time.

"Well, are you going to do it? Or are you going to stop wasting my time?"

With that, Spark knew he had to do it. Without a word he shot straight into the sky like a rocket. As he flew he gained momentum, going so fast he created a sonic boom as he broke the speed of sound. He could feel the air giving away and thinning around him as he reached the upper atmosphere, a place where many had died attempting to reach the place he had to visit for five full minutes. It became harder and harder to breath as he gained height and every fiber of his being told him to turn back.

It was too late to go back now, his momentum was carrying him, not his own power. As he reached space he saw the stars and moon shining over the earth behind him. For a few precious moments, it was the most glorious thing he had ever seen. Then he attempted to breathe. As he exhaled he realized there was no oxygen here for him to take in, he began to suffocate. The nothingness that he knew as space filled his lungs, providing him with no air, he simply floated there, in shock, unable to return, and unable to breathe. He was stuck, he knew, he was going to die.

Suddenly as things started to fade, something inside him awakened. It instantly told his mind what to do, and his mind obeyed. His eyes flashed with a blue light that brought his vision into a new and unique focus. Inside his lungs the very nothingness he had felt became something, it became oxygen. His lungs went back into their normal rhythm breathing in and out. His eyesight sharpened and he gained back full control of his movement. Steadying himself out and trying to figure out what was happening Spark looked around himself.

Spark was definitely still in space, and was definitely breathing air that wasn't there. He suddenly realized that he was, as odd as it is to believe, breathing space. He also realized he had no way to tell how much time needed to pass before he was done. He looked around himself and legalized that the sun was still not completely behind the earth, by the time it was no longer visible it would definitely have been five minutes. Spark then waited by this makeshift sundial and when the sun disappeared over the horizon Spark flew back down towards earth.

Spark found the house rather easily and flew inside the same window he had left through, the entire time panting with the excitement of the impossible task he had completed. He floated in and sat down in one of the chairs across from the couch. Sitting on the couch was Rose, clearly smiling at his achievement.

"Okay," Spark said gaining back some of his composure, "I did it. More than five minutes in space without any help whatsoever. So, when does this 'training' begin?"

Rose smiled as she got up off the couch,

"It already did, and you did well. That's enough for today anyway isn't it?" She floated across the room and opened the door. "Holly will be by in a little while to show you to your room, in the mean time you deserve the rest. Oh, and be sure to get a good night's sleep, you're going to need it." With that Rose left the room. All Spark could do was smile, he could already tell this was going to be very interesting.

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There was a place, beyond the ends of the horizon. A place from which no light emanated, and the sun never reached. A place where forces unknown had waited, for millennia as need be, for the right moment to arise.

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End Notes:

Another chapter down, but this time with a much longer wait than before. I won't lie; this chapter underwent some heavy duty editing, especially pertaining to some pieces that didn't make it in. I can't believe that it still ended up being 5 pages after the edits! Don't forget to review, the more reviews I receive, the more quickly I will update. So REVIEW!