I am a failure as a writer. -breaks down and cries- You might as well kill me now. -dodges attacks- Just kidding if you killed me now you wouldn't get to know the end of the story. To be honest, I had forgotten about this story when I was doing my homework. I came back to the story when I got a message from Sabre-the-Typhlosion. Thanks for reminding me dude. Anyways this chapter is so short. -facepalm- I'm such a failure. -insert emo moment in the corner- Anyways to tell you the truth I need more reviews and maybe some suggestions. I need motivation dudes and dudettes. So help me out here. I have been talking with my inner conscience (Shinji) and thinking about the story. Here's the thing I think about the story faster than I type. Anyways get on with the story!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON EXCEPT THE PLOTLINE AND CHARACTERS.
Only a few minutes passed as the ranch came into view. It was a Pokemon ranch actually. The party flew over the stretching plains. They were ferile and ever so green. A herd of Pokemon were grazing not so far ahead Their large bulky bodies were covered in rich caramel with glorious dark manes around their necks. They were Tauros. Big and strong were they. One raised his head, watching the group pass by overhead. His large curved horns glinted a dull gray in the sunlight while its onyx eyes squinted. He watched the group land near the giant chestnut colored ranch.
The great flame-tailed creature let out a slightly audible grunt with a thump. The black-haired boy slid down the side of the dragon, landing on his feet. His sister followed after and patted his long neck. Talvian nuzzled his friend's head and licked her cheek affectionately. Hanna looked over to Jake who landed on his back. She sweatdropped, knowing fully that he had fallen asleep on Dragonite. She walked over to her fallen friend who was currently groaning in pain and of being awoken. Talvian had followed closely behind.
Covering a hand over his teal eyes, he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. With a roll of her water-colored eyes, she grabbed his outstretched hand and pulled him up.
"You really need to stop doing that," she commented on his accidental stunt.
"I can't help it," he yawned, "That's what I do, and you gotta live with it."
Making a face, she pulled him up and began to walk away with Storm on her shoulder and Talvian at her side; the other two followed as well. The five walked along the side the wooden fences of the prairies. The brush of the wind swept through their hair as they made it to the ranch. They walked to the rear where many Pokemon of different types, shapes, and sizes were either playing, napping, or eating. Her navy blue eyes scanned them until she saw an elderly man whom was stroking the top of a spherical Pokemon. The party began to walk up to the old man. The upper half of the Pokemon was a bright red while the bottom was white. Its beady black eyes were locked on the person petting it. Without much of a second thought, the Pokemon let out a charge of electricity at the man.
A blur of yellow dashed off Hanna's shoulder and made its way in front of the old man. Storm released a bolt of his own that stopped the Voltorb's attack and hit it. The Voltorb screeched before flying several feet away.
"Pikaaaaaaa Pika Chu Pika Pi!" shouted Storm. A scowl marked his face with a paw was pointed at the fallen creature.
"Grandpa!" said Hanna, running over to the shocked man. Grandpa got up the ground and brushed himself off. "Are you ok?"
"It's ok, Hanna dear," he chuckled. "I should have seen that coming. That Voltorb does have quite the temper tantrum." The old man stood up at 6 feet with greying hair. His face had a smile within his pale somewhat wrinkled skin.
"You should be more careful Grandpa. You could be seriously injured."
"I know. I know. I do not to be told twice Hanna dear."
"Finally someone agrees with me!" stated Jake, who threw his hands in the air for emphasis. A smirk flew to his face when he saw a scowl on his friend's face. "I'm kidding...not."
Giving the mossy-colored eye boy a good long stare, she turned to her grandfather with a sigh. "Grandpa, I need to talk to you about something important." The old man's smile turned into a slight frown. He then became concern whem he heard the slight uneasiness within his granddaughter's voice.
The night-haired boy began to feel a bit guilty. He walked up between the two after nudging the two dragons to go rest.
"Umm," the boy cut in, "Mr. Maes." The grey haired man turned his gaze to the teen boy. "I would like... I mean appreciate if Hanna would accompany me to go visit an old friend all the way in Twinleaf Town. If you don't have a problem with that." Jake began to scratch the back of his neck as usual and let out a nervous laugh.
Grandpa gave a serious expression, taking in a deep breath and letting out a sigh. Scratching his head, he straighten up and look at the two.
"Hanna," began the grey-haired man," If you really want to go, you can. I'll just let Timmy stay over while you go on your trip." Hanna let out a happy sigh and embraced the old man and he vise versa. Jake let out a sigh of relief.
"When can we leave, Jake?" She looked at her raven-haired friend.
"The sooner the better." He let out a slight laugh.
'Whatever you say, loverboy.' She rolled her eyes and thanked her grandfather. The elder smiled and called Timmy over and told him what he was going to do. The little boy jumped in glee and followed his father into the house, leaving the teens to theirselves.
"Well, loverboy," Jake blushed at the nickname, " when are we leaving?"
"How about tomorrow?"
"Sounds a bit soon, but sure."
The teens smiled as the day rapidly passed by. They prepared for the trip to Twinleaf.
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