I did like the first chapter (after the prologue). What with Misty thinking about Ash. I didn't review earlier, but I don't know why now.
I also read the second chapter to round off the review a bit. So Ash finds a mysterious coin... and meets Dawn while thinking about Misty in the process. Nice internal conflict you've got going there.
I didn't really read past that, though, because stories primarily involving canon characters aren't really my cup of tea.
The word "quadragonal" is the only word with "dragon" in it where "dragon" is not a root word. That makes it awesome.
Thanks for reading my fic too! I totally get that the anime characters and stuff aren't for everyone, but just the same, I appreciate you giving mine a quick read!
And for everyone, thanks again. I will update with Chapter 10 probably this week!
So what ever happened to Lexi?
Here's Chapter 10. Please read and comment/criticize/suggest/ask questions/etc.
The harsh bright light from above nearly blinded Misty as she slowly opened her eyelids. Unaware that she had fallen asleep, the teenage girl was instantly shocked when her vision cleared and she had a chance to survey her surroundings.
The hot midday sun was beating down on her and there wasn't a cloud to be found in the bright blue sky. She looked down and saw that she was barefoot, lying on a white, sandy beach. She gazed out to the vast crystal blue ocean before her as she climbed to her feet, feeling the hot sand between her toes. Palm trees and other forestry dominated the area behind her in the distance. This place was similar to the many tropical islands that she, Ash and Brock had visited during their travels through the Orange Archipelago years ago.
“What's going on? Where am I?” Misty asked out loud, not sure what to make of the situation. She assumed she was dreaming. After all, how else could she explain how or why she had woken up on some random tropical island? But then again, the girl thought to herself as she felt a delightful cool breeze tickle her bare legs, the view all around her seemed so vivid, so lifelike... so real.
This strange place in which she found herself would have delighted her with its beauty and peacefulness if she hadn't remembered the grave situation with Ash back in Sapphire City. Her heart sank when the chilling image of the boy from Pallet Town lying lifeless in his hospital bed returned to her mind. Misty had to figure out where she was quickly, and figure out some way to get back to Ash.
Suddenly a loud whooshing sound startled the girl and she whirled around in the white sand to figure out the noise's source.
Misty nearly screamed when she turned and saw a shadow-like creature levitating just above the ground before her, probably only four or five feet away. It was slightly shorter than her and had a small head with a white fog-like substance billowing from it and covering one of its bright blue eyes. Its black body was shaped like an hour-glass. The mysterious pokémon stood at attention without making a sound.
“Umm, hello?” Misty whispered nervously, not exactly sure whether or not this strange creature wanted to cause her harm. She didn't even know if it could understand her.
The black-colored being said nothing in return. It stared back at Misty for a few seconds, as if to make sure that she was ready, before it turned and blasted off into the sky like a rocket. The girl was left alone again, even more dumbfounded by what was going on. She didn't have long to ponder however, as the ground beneath Misty's feet suddenly began to shake like an earthquake.
At the same time that the earth started to rumble, dark storm clouds started rolling in faster than Misty had ever seen clouds move before. They eliminated the sun and the blue sky from view and quickly began to produce massive drops of heavy rain. The roar of thunder could be heard in the distance like an ursaring's growl. The boundless sea that surrounded the island started to rock and roll; huge waves crashed onto the beach near Misty.
In just an instant, the weather had gone from gorgeous and sunny to threatening and stormy.
The intensity of the ocean waves, the lightning storm, and the rumbling earthquake intensified, and Misty fell to her knees. She began to fear for her life as the terrifying chaos raged on all around her.
Just then, another sudden booming sound rattled her eardrums. Misty turned to see that a large mountain in the distance – which was actually a volcano as it turned out – had violently erupted and was spewing out glowing red molten lava. Thick, gray smoke billowed out of the top of the mountain and contributed to the overall gloominess of the dark storm clouds above.
Misty gasped and sprawled out on all fours in order to keep her balance against the quaking ground. Along with the fiery excrement that had been thrown up into the air, she saw a strange flying creature shoot out from the volcano like someone being fired from a cannon. It zoomed across the dark sky like a jet, avoiding dangerous bolts of lightning as it soared in the girl's direction.
“What is that thing?” the girl said to herself as she tried to see what the flying creature looked like from the distance.
As it approached, Misty was amazed to see a gorgeous shimmering rainbow trailing behind it like the exhaust fumes from an airplane. The magnificent ray of multicolored light contrasted beautifully with the gloominess of the storm clouds.
Misty didn't have long to admire the beautiful bird because a deafening boom from the ground rudely interrupted her. Before the flying creature in the sky got close enough for her to recognize it, a gigantic fissure split the sandy ground beneath her, creating a huge canyon. The girl screamed; she nearly fell into the chasm to her death.
But she regained her balance just in time to watch as a bullish creature with a black, rock-hard exoskeleton and thick, stumpy legs climbed up and out of the crack in the earth. A thick cloud of black dirt shrouded the turtle-like beast in a dark, ashy mist, causing Misty to cough from the dust getting in her lungs.
And to the girl's left, she turned her head to see a towering, snake-like creature shoot itself out of the raging ocean waters nearby like a shiny blue rocket. The sea creature roared as it flew up in the air and towards the beach. Misty thought it looked like an enormous and more fierce-looking dragonair.
Next, a small glowing yellow bird gracefully fluttered down from the black storm clouds. It looked oblivious to the deadly bolts of white-hot lightning that zinged down to the ground all around the blazing yellow creature. Eventually, the pidgey-sized bird made its way down to Misty and gently perched on her arm. The girl felt a strange tingling sensation in her arm where the bird's three legs – yes, three – were gripping her.
And finally, the first flying creature touched down on the ground in front of the girl as well. Finally close enough for Misty to see clearly, she instantly recognized the red-feathered bird. It was Ho-Oh, the mythical pokémon that was part of countless human legends and fairy tales. But despite all of the stories, Misty had never actually thought Ho-Oh was real. She stared in awe at the magnificent bird. Its massive wingspan blazed with a blinding red and gold aura like they were on fire.
Instantly, the bedlam surrounding the girl stopped as soon as all four pokémon assembled on the beach near her. The ground went completely still, the storm clouds dissipated, the volcano in the distance stopped oozing lava, and the ocean waters calmed. The sunny sky and cool ocean breeze returned, just as it had been when Misty first found herself on this tropical island. The four pokémon all stood and stared down at the young girl, their bodies reverent and still.
Misty stared back at the four but remained speechless. She knew for sure she had to be dreaming by now. Abrupt weather change like this didn't happen in real life. But again, when she looked at these pokémon towering over her and she felt the warm tropical sun beating down on her fair skin, it certainly felt real.
The girl just continued to gawk up at the four colorful beasts before Ho-Oh spoke. Aside from seeing the legendary fire-bird in books, Misty didn't recognize any of the powerful-looking pokémon.
“My child,” the bird spoke in a calm human voice without talking as its fire-red eyes met her aqua-green ones. “Your assumption is correct. This is only dream.”
Well that certainly made sense to Misty. But that didn't explain why it didn't feel like a dream.
“This is no ordinary dream, as you have already realized,” Ho-Oh continued right on cue, its baritone voice echoing in Misty's ears. “We have asked Darkrai to allow us to visit you tonight in order to deliver to you an important message about the boy you call, Ash.”
“Ash?” Misty repeated, sounding flabbergasted to hear Ho-Oh mentioning him. She also couldn't believe someone or something could actually control something so intimate as a person's dreams, but one thing Misty had learned over the years was to believe the unbelievable.
“Indeed,” the shimmering bird replied. “No doubt you are aware that the situation in Sapphire City is grave. With the injuries the boy has sustained, his time on earth will likely end before the sun returns to the sky.”
A grim chill ran down Misty's spine when she heard this. Even though she knew she was dreaming, hearing such a authoritative voice confirm her fears was horrible nonetheless. The girl began to cry once again. She slapped her cheeks hard with her open palms in an attempt to snap herself out of her slumber.
“So Ash is going to die?!” she sobbed in between whacks. “Please! Please, can you take me back to him? I need to be with him!”
Misty didn't want to be dreaming anymore. She wanted to wake up to be with Ash during his final moments if his death was indeed eminent as Ho-Oh was claiming. The four beasts all gave the girl a sympathetic look before Ho-Oh again spoke.
“We will grant your wish, my child,” it said in an almost soothing tone. “But the reason we are here is to tell you that there is a way to save the boy. But to do so... we ask for your assistance.”
“What!? So you mean there's a chance he'll live?”
“That's correct, my child. But we require your help to save him.”
Misty was surprised to hear the request. These four obviously very powerful pokémon needed her help? The sixteen-year-old was confused, but not unwilling. She would do anything for Ash.
“Of course,” she said. “I'll do whatever I can, but I've got to ask... What can I do? Why did you choose me?”
Ho-Oh and the others gave each other a look before the fiery pokémon said simply, “My dear, I have been watching over this boy ever since his birth. I know how many amazing adventures you and he have shared, and how many lasting memories you two have made. I know how strong the bond between the two of you is, even to this day. And so, in this, his time of ultimate need... I know it is you whom we can trust.”
Misty, although still incredibly distressed about Ash, felt a brief wave of warmth wash over when she heard Ho-Oh's words. She still had many questions however.
“So, I'm still not quite sure I understand,” she said. “You said you've been watching over Ash his whole life?”
“Indeed. The story behind just how important he is to this world is long and complicated, but one thing is for sure... While it is clear that the boy you call Ash is loved and admired by many, and his death would undoubtedly bring sadness to all who know him... I'm afraid his demise would have a far greater consequence to all who value peace and happiness throughout this entire planet and beyond, even those who know nothing about the boy or his existence.”
“What?!” Misty asked, her eyes getting big. 'What do you mean?”
“Like I said, it is a long story, my dear,” the bird answered. “And tonight is not the night to sit idly by and share stories. We mustn't waste any time. All I will say is that Ash holds the key to keeping the universe from falling into the clutches of evil... Only he can stop the dark forces that threaten to bring suffering to this entire world. We simply must keep him alive.”
Misty was feeling overwhelmed with the entire situation. She was amazed by how important her friend seemed to be, but honestly, she didn't really care at the moment. The only thing that was important to her was to make sure she didn't lose Ash.
“Okay, so what can I do?” the girl asked again, getting more impatient by the second.
“Yes, while it is true that the boy's situation appears grave, there is a possible solution... We must return the Sacred Gift to him. It has the power to heal the boy's injuries... but it has been separated from him. We must make sure he holds it in his hands before it is too late.”
“Sacred Gift?! That's how we can save Ash?! What is it? Where can we find it? What does it look like? How can it help? What's sacred about it?” Misty reeled off question after question in one breath, desperate to know how she could help.
Ho-Oh and his three fellow pokémon looked at each other as if to silently convene in order to decide whether or not they should answer all of her questions. Eventually, however, Ho-Oh continued speaking.
“You see my child, before either Time or Space existed, the Original One – the creator of all – was born. And after his birth, he sought to create the universe...”
“'The Legend of Arceus,' I know,” Misty said. “I've read about the 'Original One' ever since I was a little girl.”
“Yes, but I'm afraid the version of the legend that you humans have is not entirely accurate,” Ho-Oh said plainly. “It doesn't tell the entire story. It doesn't mention anything about... Luceus.”
“Luceus? Who's that?”
Again the four beasts eyed one another cautiously before Ho-Oh again resumed.
“Well, when Lord Arceus was born and decided to create Space and Time and the rest of the universe we know today, it knew that it would need help for this grand task. So when it was strong enough, Arceus split himself into two, and thus there were the Original Two.”
“What?! So Luceus is Arceus' other half?”
“Essentially yes,” Ho-Oh replied as the cool tropical breeze caused its gleaming red feathers to bristle in the wind. “But instead of simply aiding in the creation process, Luceus betrayed Arceus, wanting to rid itself of its partner in order to spawn its own dark and evil universe. And so, the two gods waged an epic war not even conceivable to humans over who would rule over all creation.
“Eventually, Arceus triumphed and was able to banish the evil Luceus to an alternate, prison-like dimension. Both gods were extremely weakened from battle. Luceus was too weak to escape his imprisonment. And Arceus, too tired to create all he wished, bore us... The Four Guardians, so we could create the earth and all the life that inhabits its lands, waters and skies in his name.
Misty stared in awe at Ho-Oh and the other three of The Four Guardians, the creators of all life on the planet.
“The Four Guardians...” she said in an memorized tone. “So you created humans as well?”
“Indeed. However, at the beginning of this planet's existence, the human race was much different than today. Originally, humans and pokémon were much more alike physically, mentally, and spiritually. The two inhabitants of the world had an even closer relationship with one another than the present as well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well humans were created to be pure of heart with no evil thoughts in their minds. They possessed special abilities similar to those that pokémon of today possess. But above all, humans were immortal.”
“Immortal!? So what happened between then and now? We certainly aren't immortal now,” Misty said, thinking again about Ash's dire situation.
“I'm afraid we have already exhausted too much time. We must soon part for the boy's life hangs in the balance. All I will tell you is that unfortunately, the banishment of Luceus did not spell the end of evil. Eventually, through its evil ways, the human race lost many of the special abilities it had been blessed with, including immortality. And even today, Luceus and his loyal followers threaten the safety and peace of this universe.”
With that, Ho-Oh and the other guardians prepared to leave. The small yellow dove, fluttered away from Misty's arm. The other two beasts turned to return to the ocean and underground cavern from where they came.
“Hey! Wait!” Misty shouted after them, still with more questions. “How exactly can Luceus still be a threat when Arceus banished it? And again... what does Ash have to do with any of this?”
Ho-Oh did not turn back around to face the girl, but the pokémon's voice could be heard as it spread its wings to take off.
“Your questions will all be answered in due time, my child. But right now, all I want you to focus on is the Sacred Gift. It holds the same powers that the human race once possessed before Luceus was able to intervene... and it's the only chance the boy you call Ash has to survive.”
“But I still don't understand why I has to be me! You four are the creators of all humans! Can't you just save him?”
“I'm afraid not, my dear,” Ho-Oh's voice whispered in Misty's ear despite the fact that the first had now taken off and was now soaring away. “Alas, we are only able to appear before you in spirit with the help of Darkrai. We can only be summoned in body by the Chosen One when he holds the Sacred Gift in his hand...”
And with that Ho-Oh and the other guardians disappeared in a flash. Misty was left to wonder and try to make sense of what the legendary phoenix had said.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Misty groggily opened her eyelids when the sharp, piercing sounds of the various machines hooked up to the boy started to beep loudly like a fire alarm. The girl instantly awoke from her nap and sprang out of her chair. She had no idea what the loud noises meant, but one thing was for sure... they didn't sound good.
“Nurse Joy! Somebody, come quick! Something’s wrong!” she shouted.
Nurse Joy rushed into the room and immediately ran over to Ash in a panic. She turned her attention to the computer monitors and gauges that were measuring the boy's vitals. To Misty's horror, the nurse's eye grew wide before she turned and sprinted out of the room.
“His heart's crashing! I have to go get the doctor!” the nurse yelled behind her.
The terrified redhead was left in the room while the machines were still going haywire. She felt absolutely helpless as the chaotic sounds of the heart monitors raged on. Not knowing what else to do, Misty went up to Ash who looked even worse than before. May squeezed his hand gently while she tried not to panic.
“Hold on, Ash. Nurse Joy is getting the doctor. You’re going to be fine,” she whispered, although she was mostly trying to convince herself of that fact. “Ash! You gotta fight! I can’t lose you!” Misty was yelling now, not knowing what else to do. She began to cry as she looked at her friend who was helplessly fading away in that hospital bed. She knew she had to do something.
Instantly, the strange dream she had just awoken from came to her mind. She remembered how Ho-Oh had told her that it knew all about her and Ash and the many adventures they had been on together. For a few brief moments, she allowed herself to think back to all the great times they had had. And now, years later, Misty found herself staring down sadly at the chilling reality that was quickly unfolding. She continued to cry. She couldn’t bear to think about life without him.
Misty then remembered the Sacred Gift, and how Ho-Oh has said it was the only hope. But the girl had no idea of where she should even start looking for such a thing. And there was no way she could just leave Ash's side at a time like this.
“He’s gone into cardiac arrest, Nurse!” the doctor shouted as he and Nurse Joy came bolting back into the room. The heart monitor suddenly stopped its incessant beeping and flat-lined with one long, ear-piercing tone.
“Oh my god! Ash, no!” Misty began to tremble in fear, her lip quivered as she tried to stabilize her weak knees. Her blue-green eyes grew as wide as saucers when she saw the doctor grab the electric paddles in order to shock Ash’s heart back to life.
The doctor rubbed the two paddles together before placing them firmly on Ash’s chest.
“Ready…clear!” he said before pulling the trigger. Ash’s limp body jumped up from the shock.
"Again! Ready...clear! Come on, damn it!" the doctor repeated this several times, but Ash's heart wouldn't respond. "It's not working. Increase the voltage please, Nurse...Clear!"
"Ash! No! You can't die! He can't die! Save him, please!" the teen wailed. She screamed so hard that her throat felt on fire.
“Come on! You’ve got to leave!” one of Nurse Joy's assistants grabbed Misty by the arm. She led her out of the ICU and back into the waiting room.
“Misty! What’s going on?!” May, Brock and Max all shouted, half-surprised to see the redhead, but obviously more so concerned with the terrified expression on her face as she came out of Ash's room.
But Misty couldn’t speak. She was sobbing so hard that she couldn’t breathe.
The catastrophically wicked thunderstorm that had been assaulting the canopy of the gigantic, dark forest for the past week had finally subsided, but the crisp chilly air and a few black clouds in the nighttime sky floated steadily past the full moon.
Underneath the vast jungle’s natural awning of branches, leaves, trunks, and vines, a hint of shiny wetness from the rain could still be detected despite the darkness. The entire underbelly of the forest sparkled in what moonlight managed to find its way down to the moistened ground.
With the constant roaring and rumbling from the storms above finally having ceased, the forest sprang to life. Various species of nocturnal, woodland-dwelling pokémon were finally free to crawl, scurry, squirm, and fly all around their seemingly peaceful home.
But as a small family of stantler were pausing to drink from a puddle that had collected in a relatively open area of the otherwise congested forest, a sudden rustling sound from the nearby brush interrupted them. Their ears perked up and almost instantly, they galloped away into the night.
Moments later, the source of that noise revealed itself when a shadowy figure emerged from the brush and stopped when it reached the open area of ground. The inconspicuous figure, hidden by the night, paused and appeared to be breathing heavily, struggling to collect its composure.
Suddenly, the unidentifiable shadow spoke. The scratchy male voice sounded restless and annoyed.
“We‘ve been walking around this fucking forest for hours! There’s no way we‘re going to find anything out here… the scroll doesn’t say anything about finding the crystals in the forest! Why are we even out here!?” Strangely, the man appeared to be talking to himself.
Then, as odd as that was, the man then answered himself… this time he spoke in a more angry and domineering tone of voice. And odder still, as the man replied to himself, his eyes seemed to be glowing a bright blue color, especially vibrant as they contrasted greatly with the surrounding darkness.
“Silence, human!! We must keep searching… I can sense that someone has already discovered the red crystal!! I can feel its presence is very near!!! Now, we must hurry… the sun will be rising in only a few hours!! It‘s not much further, keep going!!”
The blue glow from the man’s eyes disappeared after he had heard the strange voice inside his head urge him to continue on. Whatever that mysterious voice was, it seemed to have given him a renewed sense of motivation and desire to keep staggering through the forest.
But before the shadowy and apparently schizophrenic man continued on, he reached down and pulled something out of his pocket. With a loud hissing sound, like a match striking, the man lit a small road flare which ignited quickly with a blazing orange glow that washed the entire area with light.
The man’s mangled face was revealed in the soft, flickering orange glow. He looked exhausted but determined.
His long, unkempt hair was a mixture of gray and silver and looked like it hadn’t been washed or cut in years. The man wore a matching beard which was scraggly and snarled, and it reached down to his chest. The incredible amount of hair on the man hid much of his battered face, but even the thick beard and curtains of silver hair couldn’t fully hide the several bloody gashes and dark bruises that littered the man’s cheeks and underneath his eyes. His left eye was badly contused and swollen almost completely shut.
The light from the flare also revealed the orange jumpsuit the man was wearing. Large stains of mud, blood, or a combination of the two caked the entirety of the jumpsuit. There were dozens of rips and jagged tears across the chest and sleeves, and both pant-legs were missing entirely. But despite its grizzled appearance, the patch on the front of the orange suit could still be easily read.
“BLACKBURN ISLAND PRISON - Inmate No. 235647,” the patch said in block lettering.
After igniting the road flare, the man gingerly kneeled down, allowing the light-source to sit gently on the ground while he took a brown backpack from off his back. He set that down as well and began to rummage through it hastily.
Finally, he pulled out what he had been looking for: A large roll of paper about the length of his forearm. He carefully unfurled the brittle sheet of parchment and held it out in front of him, holding the flare in his teeth so he had both hands free to grip each end of the scroll.
The parchment looked ancient, perhaps thousands of years old. It was extremely brittle and wrinkled, and it had acquired a dirty brown color and a musty, moldy smell over time. Its edges were extremely frayed and ripped, and the black writing was faded and smudged.
But the man could still clearly decipher the scroll. He had found it under extraordinary circumstances a few days ago, but he never grew tired of reading about the astonishing proclamations that the scroll claimed; almost as if reading the words yet again would give him an added boost of energy and motivation as he made his way through the woods. The man chuckled as he read over the titillating words for what must have been the hundredth time since he had discovered the scroll.
“… To he who unearths this ancient scroll,” the man read the writing from the scroll aloud to himself, sounding increasingly exciting and rejuvenated. “… the opportunity for unworldly power, you hold within your own hands…”
This was the man’s favorite line of the scroll, “… The opportunity for unworldly power, you hold within your own hands…”
The opportunity for ‘unworldly power’ was what fueled the man to keep meandering through this treacherous jungle. He had no idea how or why this sort of opportunity had fallen into his lap over the past week, but he wasn’t complaining.
“Enough! We MUST continue on now, human!” the man heard his inner voice command. “Whoever has discovered the red crystal is somewhere in this forest… we must find them!” The man’s glimmering brown eyes briefly flashed bright blue again.
The man carefully rolled the scroll back up into a tube and placed it back into his bag. Then, after extinguishing the flare and the soft orange light that it had been providing, the man continued on his search through the endless forest.
There is Chapter 10. Please let me know what you think or if you see any typos/errors! COMMENT please!
Last edited by Legacy; 5th July 2010 at 11:15 AM.
McainLegacy, you've done it again :)
Oh, shoot! I never finished the serpent in time. Well, I'll try it once more. Meanwhile, this came out awesome! I see you did some fine tuning before finally releasing it. Good job!
You misspelled "pidgey". XD
His heart's crashing? What is that supposed to mean? I do believe you meant "His heart's fibrillating" or something like that.
Also, just a factual error about the defibrillator - a flatline does not signify the beginning of cardiac arrest, it's pretty much the end of it. It's a condition called "asystole", when the heart just stops beating, and it's not possible to shock a patient back to a regular heart rhythm at that point. What you do at the point of asystole is to compress the patient's chest. Hard. (And perhaps give him an Epi-Pen.)
Other than that, great story!
That man. There's something inside of him, isn't there. Something that's possessing him, but is his partner.
The word "quadragonal" is the only word with "dragon" in it where "dragon" is not a root word. That makes it awesome.
So Arceus=God and Luceus=Satan. And Darkrai was awesome, he was acting exactly as I imagined him.
Are you stealing my head canon? Because I had a setting just like Arceus and "Luceus", only I called "Luceus" Ossus instead.
Stop looking in my brain!
ALL Pokémon Are EQUAL, But SOME Pokémon Are MORE EQUAL Than Others
Oceania is at war with
Eurasia Eastasia EurasiaEastasia, and has always been at war with them!
WAR IS PEACE. FREEDOM IS SLAVERY. IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH. GOD IS POWER.
Next PolySci/Econ Test: November 8, 2016; Your crash-course will begin January 2013.
Galvantula ≥ Kyurem > Mewtwo > Arceus
Omg! Mistys dream!
Luceus is going to destroy the earth if ash isn't saved! Also the four guardians obviously have something to do with the coin/sacred gift because their colors match the jewels on the coin!!
This is really getting good.
Chapter ten was very important in the plot of the story, so I'm sorry that besides the two plot introductions, not a whole lot happens in the actual plot this chapter. But both the appearance of the Four Guardians and the introduction of the Blackburn Island inmate will be vital the the rest of the story.
Next time, we will find out if Misty gets to the Sacred Gift in time to save Ash as well as learn more about the evil that threatens the world.