The Fiery Threat
The journey to the dragon tower
Proloque: Black & White
Chapter I: The long expected parcel
Chapter II: The battle of 3
Chapter III Dog Catcher
Chapter IV: Plasma!
Chapter V: Preparations
Cheren and Bianca
BLACK and WHITE
It was a snowy day. wherever you looked at, you could only see small, white ice crystals floating down to the earth. A few people were playing in the snow, throwing snow balls and making snowman. Adults were helping the kids out. Also, there was a little competition and a snow ball tournament. People and Pokémon were having fun, while Michael was waiting till he's birthday will come. Still a few days, Michael sign't. From the beginning off December shouted how much days it was till it was his birthday.
"Stil twenty-five days and I'll be 10 and get my first Pokémon!" Michael shouted on the first of December.
After twenty-two days he seemed even more excited. "Stil three remaining days! Already get some chocolate and presents, I can't wait!!"
And the day after...
"Please, come on! Still two days! Has anyone already bought some cake? Or perhaps presents! I CAN'T WAIT ANYMORE!"
When it was stil one day left, he became angry.
"Come on! I can't wait anymore! I want to get my presents and cake NOW, NOW, NOW!!"
Than finally it was the twenty-five of December.
Michael awakenend from a long slumber and got up. When he looked on his alarm clock it already was ten 'o clock. "O, no! I overslept!" Michael whispered to himself. He ran to the closet and putted on his favorite clothes. A pair of jeans, his black shirt and his favorite cap.
He ran outside and found a sticky note sayng that his mom was at the super market. He rushed out the door and ran across the icy path. It was very slippery and he fell down. After standing up he desided to walk instead of running to the super market.
When he arrived, he searched the whole shop. After twenty minutes he still didn't find his mother. With a sad face he left the super market. Outside there were several people. He walked over the fields. Suddently, two little boys walked to his way, blocking the path ahead..
"May I ask something?" The one asked.
"Ofcourse." Michael answered.
"Do you want to have a snow ball fight with us?" The sencond boy asked.
"No, sorry. I must head home." And with that answer, Michael walked past them to his home.
Michael followed the path, and on some houses already saw some Christmas decoration. On the house of some French people they even made a bord with big neon letters spelling Noël. Michael wandered forward while looking at all the decorations and reached his house.