Warning: OOC Ash, Many OCs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, But I do Own My Oc's, Some fakemon, Some islands, and towns, and some more stuff.
Very Important: Whoever wants to see their Oc or Fakemon in my story should post a review Of her/him. Read A.N. for further info.

As the Ferris Wheel went higher, Ash observed the Girl.

She had a white bandana tied around her neck, almost hiding her mouth, ending at the begining of a strapless silk blue dress-like gown, A darker Blue hued ribbon tied around her middle.

The dress reached just under knees, exposing pale white legs, her flats a midnight black, produced black ribions that tied around her legs until they reached a couple of inches after her ankle.

Sky blue arm bands were placed on her shoulders, the arm bands producing a long, flowing,jet black cloth, that almost reached her fingers.
The black clothe had 4 squares cuts in the middle, revealing the fact that there was a Sky blue cloth under the black one.

On the girl's left cheek was a pink heart drawing, and on the place were her nose was supposed to be, was a brown band aid.

On each of her shoulders were also drawings, on the right one was green four-leaved clover, on the other shoulder was a black cat with gold eyes.

Ash looked out of the cart, the silence was peaceful, the girl sitting across of him had her eyes closed.
Suddenly, when the cart reached the top, the cart stopped, he heard screams from some other carts, but then, silence.
"May I read your fortune, kind sir?" The little girl,eyes closed, a sly grin on her face, reached for her cap, took it off, golden brown hair tumbled to her shoulders.
She put her hand into the cap, after a few seconds, he was met by amused amethyst eyes, and 3 playing cards, "Choose a card, sir, any card."

"5 of Clubs, New friendships, alliances are made,"
"A little advice, Kind Sir,don't refuse them, for not every one will betray you."

That said, the girl stood up walked to the cart's ledge, stood untop of it , winked at Ash, "Adios!" and she jumped.
Frantically, Ash stood up, leaned over the cart's ledge, but nobody was leaning over a child's corpse,but, in fact, nobody noticed any thing unusual, and the little girl had disappeared.

And she left her Card behind.

Delia sat in a bus next to a sleeping brunette.

There was a huge grinding noise under her feet. Black smoke poured from the dashboard and the whole bus filled with a smell like rotten eggs.

The driver cursed and steered the Greyhound over to the side of the highway.

After a few minutes clanking around in the engine compartment, the driver announced that they'd all have to get off. Delia and the brunette filed outside with everybody else.

They were on a stretch of country road—no place you'd notice if you didn't break down there. On they're side of the highway was nothing but maple trees and litter from passing cars. On the other side, across four lanes of asphalt shimmering with afternoon heat, was an empty old-fashioned fruit stand.

"May I read you fortune?" The brunette asked, she didn't bother waiting before grabbing 3 cards from under her cap, one of them looked recent.

"Choose a card," a sly grin etched in her face, "Any card will do, Miss."

A.N.
I told you guys I'll make this chapter longer!
I am and expert at cliffhangers!
Any and all support is appreciated, and will make the next chapter long, infact, it will be even somtime today!
Now about the Oc and Fakemon submission!
Anybody, even guests, can see their Ocs/Fakemon in my story!
The Ocs can be as much as three, but not more!
Mary-Sues, Gary-Stus, and Poke-Stues are not allowed.
Further more, if you want to take out your character, or edit it, You will have to Message me, no reveiws for that kind of thing.
After the deadline (December 1) Some, but not all, Ocs and Fakemon will be deleted, The Oc and Fakemon templates will reopen after I check ALL the Ocs.
But don't worry, the ones who have had their OCs deleted, will have the chance to Join A competition of their choice, and submit a special Oc for that competition!
Check my profile for the Oc and FakeMon Templates.
Adios,
-Hopeless Desires