Chapter 6
A journey starts
Right, first off, GINORMOUS apologies. I know, I said that I would try and keep to a once a week schedule, but… well, turns out I'm rubbish at that. As indicated by the fact this hasn't been updated in a few months. So, yeah. That plans officially been thrown onto the scrap heap. Secondly, I would love it if people could give me some plot ideas. Using ideas from my readers will hopefully help create a better story that more people will enjoy. Finally, if you don't know, I am writing two other stories at the moment, a legend of Zelda one and another pokemon one. The LoZ one is on hold for now, but the other pokemon one, Mew's Child isn't. I'm thinking about focusing on one of my stories at a time, and this is where you come in. I'm going to focus on the pokemon ones for now so please, read both and vote in a poll that I'm going to set up on my profile: do I focus on this story, Mew's child or try and do both at the same time? Please vote, but In the meantime, enjoy this chapter.
Oak had a headache. He had been caring for the mew and her friends for three days now. That morning, the Mew had finally woken up, and had explained to him the events leading up to the encounter at his front door. Now he was trying to put together a trainer application form, but as he didn't know half of the things he needed to know to fill it in, it was getting frustrating. Place and date of birth, parents- it was all missing. Finally, he managed to scrape together answers like 'data missing', which were perfectly true, although not in the way the terms were usually used. When the boy woke up, and had recovered, he asked for his signature on the document, explaining it was needed for a licence.
Max's fingers trembled slightly as he signed his name. He silently thanked Mew for insisting on educating him with reading and writing, as well as some maths and history. Then, with the document sent off for review by the pokemon league they waited. Over the following few days until the reply came, Professor Oak kindly allowed them to stay at the lab. In return, they helped him sort out his numerous files, as well as clear up some of the mess that had accumulated due to years of research. Finally, the reply came, and Oak read it out loud. It was full of angry comments. 'How is it possible', said one part, 'that even the most basic information about this poor boy has disappeared? You'd think he'd been living in a forest or a cave for most of his life!' Max had to stifle a laugh. The letter had been absolutely correct- he had been living in a forest for most of his life! Finally, after many more angry comments, Oak got to the important bit. "However," he read, "there seems to be no issues except this missing data, which can surely be recovered at a later date. Therefore, we have decided to allow the person in question a licence."
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
The next morning Max was packing. It had been decided that he would use joey as his first pokemon, by the Pidgey's own request. Oak had also advised catching Mew, for protection upon discovering she was still wild, but Mew had refused for the time being. Now, all that was left was to set out. They had planned a route across Sinnoh and were first travelling to Vermilion City, where they would catch a ferry. All too soon, it was time to leave. Max had slowly been learning what technology could do, and the professor had given him his video-phone number. With this knowledge and a brand new pokedex and set of pokeballs, Max came to the door. "Now be sure to call as soon as you get to Viridian!" Oak reminded him.
"Don't worry, we will!" Mew, in her human guise reassured him. Behind them, the doorbell rang.
"Who's that, professor?" asked Max curiously.
"Oh, that'll be Helen. She comes by every now and then to see the pokemon at the lab. She's very nice, I'm sure you'll like her." The professor opened the door. "Hello professor-oh, who are these young people." But Max wasn't listening. From the moment he saw HER face, memories had been rushing back. Eyes wide, he took a couple of shaky steps backward and started screaming, again and again, before finally collapsing on the floor in a sobbing heap.
"Max!" Mew dived to his side. "What's wrong?!"
Poor Helen stood in the doorway, shocked at what her appearance had had on the poor boy. She stood, taking in the scene, searching the boys crumpled figure for any clue as to the reason. Finally, she realized. His hair. His face. His name.
"M-Max?" Helen Phillips fainted alongside her son, and both were submerged in the memories of the past.