Pokemon Prince
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Prologue
“Hey Ashy boy! Hurry it up!” Gary’s voice sounded from outside, “Do you want to play ball or what?”
“I’m coming, Gary.” A small voice muttered from under the covers of a pokemon covered bed. The covers flipped back to reveal a young child with scruffy back hair a bright amber eyes. He scratched his head in thought,
“Now where did I put it?” He frowned his voice a sweet high pitched tune, “I could of sworn it was right here.”
He glanced about his room and then walked gloomily back to his bed room window.
“Well? Are you coming or not?” A slightly taller kid yelled up to him. He was about the same age as Ash except he had golden brown hair and bright green eyes. This boy was Ash’s best friend.
“I can’t find my lucky ball!” Ash wined.
“Oh, come on. You can get it later!” Gary pouted.
“I’ll go find something else then.” Ash shouted disappearing from the window.
Gary let out a irritated sigh.
“Gawd. This is gonna take a miracle to finish in time before dinner.”
Ash ran into the living room looking about for something useful. His eyes fell upon something shiny on the shelve above the TV set. It was a bright red stone. Forgetting completely about Gary and the ball, Ash climbed up on top of the television and nabbed the pretty stone. Ash jumped down careful and stared at it in awe.
It was warm in his hand as though it were alive. It was a bright crimson red with black swirls in it. It turned around and around like a sea at sunset…
“Ashton Satioshi Ketchum! Just what in the world do you think your doing with that!” Delia cried. Ash hadn’t seen her come in. He was staring at the stone for so long…
Ash lowered his head…
“Ash. Gary was waiting for you on the porch and you’ve kept him for so long sitting there. That was very rude. And then taking your father’s very special stone-“ Delia’s scolding was cut off by a kind voice in the doorway of the living room to the kitchen,
“Don’t be so hard on him, Delia. He is only three.”
“He is almost four, Jeffery. He should know better then to play with-“
“It’s about time he knew what it was anyway.” Jeffery smiled crossing the room and kneeing down to eye level with his son.
Ash looked up into his father’s diamond like eyes. He winced and looked down again.
“Ash, do you remember what I told you about Pokemon Masters?” Jeffery smiled gently taking the stone from his son’s hand.
Delia watched helplessly as Jeffery turned the scolding into a lesson. She smiled. She knew Jeffery was a better parent then she could ever hope to be. Delia was too much of a worrywart and she over did things all the time…She turned and went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
“Yeah. And that you’re the best of all of them.” Ash grinned.
“Well…” Jeffery blushed, “I may not be the best as you will find, cause I’m leaving that title for you.”
Ash’s grin broadened,
“And you’ll be there to see me win it!”
“I hope so.” Jeffery smiled, “But we are getting off topic… All Masters have the choice to sit in the inner circle.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t take it because that would mean more work and less time with us.” Ash chimed.
“That’s right.” Jeffery nodded, “But if you do get in the inner circle you must wear the Golden Glove of Herutte…”
“To get one of the elemental powers… blah, blah, blah. Where is this leading to, Dad?” Ash yawned.
“To this.” Jeffery smiled holding up the red stone for Ash to see, “This is called The Crimson Teardrop. If this stone ever touched the Golden Glove of Herutte the beholder would get unlimited power… but to take it off the beholder will lose his or her life and the stone will take the another life just the cease it’s anger at being awoken. Unless he or she is a direct descendent of Herutte himself.”
Ash blinked and stared at the stone in fear now rather then awe.
“This stone has be passed down through the Ketchum family for generations. And it is time I give it to you.” Jeffery handed the stone to Ash. Ash wrapped his fingers about the smooth stone and gazed up his father. His eyes lit like lively ambers of a burning fire,
“I promise you, Dad. I’ll take real good care of it.” Ash spoke determinedly. This was a new challenge set out before him. He couldn’t turn it down. Especially, when it was given by his beloved father.
“Just see that you don’t break it okay, Ash?” Mr. Ketchum chuckled as he turned to follow Mrs. Ketchum into the kitchen
Ash looked longingly at the stone and then up at his father leaving,
“Dad? What exactly will happen if the stone breaks?” Ash questioned.
“Depends on how you break it, “ Jeffery called back.
“But what if someone bad finds it when I’m not looking.”
“Then may God have mercy on his soul.”
“Hey Ashy boy! Hurry it up!” Gary’s voice sounded from outside, “Do you want to play ball or what?”
“I’m coming, Gary.” A small voice muttered from under the covers of a pokemon covered bed. The covers flipped back to reveal a young child with scruffy back hair a bright amber eyes. He scratched his head in thought,
“Now where did I put it?” He frowned his voice a sweet high pitched tune, “I could of sworn it was right here.”
He glanced about his room and then walked gloomily back to his bed room window.
“Well? Are you coming or not?” A slightly taller kid yelled up to him. He was about the same age as Ash except he had golden brown hair and bright green eyes. This boy was Ash’s best friend.
“I can’t find my lucky ball!” Ash wined.
“Oh, come on. You can get it later!” Gary pouted.
“I’ll go find something else then.” Ash shouted disappearing from the window.
Gary let out a irritated sigh.
“Gawd. This is gonna take a miracle to finish in time before dinner.”
Ash ran into the living room looking about for something useful. His eyes fell upon something shiny on the shelve above the TV set. It was a bright red stone. Forgetting completely about Gary and the ball, Ash climbed up on top of the television and nabbed the pretty stone. Ash jumped down careful and stared at it in awe.
It was warm in his hand as though it were alive. It was a bright crimson red with black swirls in it. It turned around and around like a sea at sunset…
“Ashton Satioshi Ketchum! Just what in the world do you think your doing with that!” Delia cried. Ash hadn’t seen her come in. He was staring at the stone for so long…
Ash lowered his head…
“Ash. Gary was waiting for you on the porch and you’ve kept him for so long sitting there. That was very rude. And then taking your father’s very special stone-“ Delia’s scolding was cut off by a kind voice in the doorway of the living room to the kitchen,
“Don’t be so hard on him, Delia. He is only three.”
“He is almost four, Jeffery. He should know better then to play with-“
“It’s about time he knew what it was anyway.” Jeffery smiled crossing the room and kneeing down to eye level with his son.
Ash looked up into his father’s diamond like eyes. He winced and looked down again.
“Ash, do you remember what I told you about Pokemon Masters?” Jeffery smiled gently taking the stone from his son’s hand.
Delia watched helplessly as Jeffery turned the scolding into a lesson. She smiled. She knew Jeffery was a better parent then she could ever hope to be. Delia was too much of a worrywart and she over did things all the time…She turned and went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
“Yeah. And that you’re the best of all of them.” Ash grinned.
“Well…” Jeffery blushed, “I may not be the best as you will find, cause I’m leaving that title for you.”
Ash’s grin broadened,
“And you’ll be there to see me win it!”
“I hope so.” Jeffery smiled, “But we are getting off topic… All Masters have the choice to sit in the inner circle.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t take it because that would mean more work and less time with us.” Ash chimed.
“That’s right.” Jeffery nodded, “But if you do get in the inner circle you must wear the Golden Glove of Herutte…”
“To get one of the elemental powers… blah, blah, blah. Where is this leading to, Dad?” Ash yawned.
“To this.” Jeffery smiled holding up the red stone for Ash to see, “This is called The Crimson Teardrop. If this stone ever touched the Golden Glove of Herutte the beholder would get unlimited power… but to take it off the beholder will lose his or her life and the stone will take the another life just the cease it’s anger at being awoken. Unless he or she is a direct descendent of Herutte himself.”
Ash blinked and stared at the stone in fear now rather then awe.
“This stone has be passed down through the Ketchum family for generations. And it is time I give it to you.” Jeffery handed the stone to Ash. Ash wrapped his fingers about the smooth stone and gazed up his father. His eyes lit like lively ambers of a burning fire,
“I promise you, Dad. I’ll take real good care of it.” Ash spoke determinedly. This was a new challenge set out before him. He couldn’t turn it down. Especially, when it was given by his beloved father.
“Just see that you don’t break it okay, Ash?” Mr. Ketchum chuckled as he turned to follow Mrs. Ketchum into the kitchen
Ash looked longingly at the stone and then up at his father leaving,
“Dad? What exactly will happen if the stone breaks?” Ash questioned.
“Depends on how you break it, “ Jeffery called back.
“But what if someone bad finds it when I’m not looking.”
“Then may God have mercy on his soul.”
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