I'm sorry that this chapter if very short, but it has been awhile so i did this to get the juices flowing and get back in the mood. Even though i don't update fast i promise you that this story will get done no matter what so please be patient with me.
Where am I?
"Come on Ash keep trying!"
Ash?
"I'm trying but I can't get it!"
Ash!? Ash!
"Huh? Shana did you hear something?"
"What do you mean?"
"I heard someone calling my name."
Ash! Its me Gary!
"There it is again."
Ash I love you! Please help me!
"The voice sounds familiar."
"Just ignore it Ash."
"But..."
"No 'buts'! We need you to get ready."
"I understand."
No Ash! Ple...se...he...p.....e!
The dark, star covered, blanket resting about the damp green landscape was shrouding everything in darkness, and the only source for light were the stars and moon that shined brightly over the houses of pallet town. In one particular house lied a restless teen mumbling in his sleep as he nursed a stab wound on his back.
"Will my little brother be ok Brock?"
"He will be fine, but he needs rest. Today was shocking so I think we should all rest as well."
"I still can't believe Ash did that."
"I know Misty, but there is nothing we can do now."
"Still Brock! I feel so helpless right now. I should have seen it coming, but I really thought and hoped that Ash was fine; that maybe he heard us and changed."
"I know what you mean, but we should be grateful that Daisy got to them in time to stop the assassination of our friend."
"Daisy, how did you make it to them in time though?"
"To be honest Misty, I wasn't. From the time I jumped from the chair the knife was already close to his skin so in honest we might have lost him tonight."
Everyone looked over to the auburn-haired teen that was twisting and turning in his bed while letting small droplets of tears roll down his cheek. The light from the hallway was enough to show the faces of everyone in the room; they all had red streaks down their cheeks that is proof they had cried a bit themselves from the guilt and sadness they felt this dark night.
"I don't think I've ever seen him cry this much."
"None of us have Dawn, but I still have a feeling that something is off though; like there is someone else in the problem then just us."
"I have to agree with May on this."
"What do you mean Daisy?"
"Well, like we were speaking before, I couldn't have made it to them in time, but while I was in the air from my jump, the feeling of someone pushing me was known to me and that is how I got to them."
"That is a bit weird."
Everyone nodded their heads and after taking one last look at their leader did they finally leave the room, shutting the door, and head down to the living room, where futons were spread out for them by Daisy. If the group had stayed just a little longer they would have seen a small ball of light fly down to where it was inches from Gary's bod, before it started to release small white particles that spread all over the teen's body. After the small ball of light finished did it go to the seat next to the bed and disappear.
The house stood dark and still as the only sound that could be heard at the moment were the cries from nocturnal pokemon. The room where Gary lay was bathed in the luminescence of the moon, but after a few silent minutes, a small beam of light from the moon was positioned at the seat next to the teen's bed and slowly one could make out a figure of a woman sitting there before reaching her hand out and wiping the boy's tears away.
"I will help you Gary save your true love, but first you need to learn some of the past."
As the words left the woman's lips, her and and the auburn-haired teen was emitting a small pure white light and before anyone knew it the light had covered the whole room. As the light started to fade away the room was once again blanketed dark while bathed in the moon light, but the difference this time was that the bed of the room was now empty.
If this chapter is not to your liking then please review or pm me about it and maybe an idea you had for the chapter and i will work on it so it can become longer.
