The Day He Died

Prologue

I looked out the plane window longingly. We had come a long way from our last region. We had made friends and met Pokemon we have never seen before. I sighed, we didn't win The Pokemon League but that was alright, Ash never gave up. We were on our way to a brand new region full of new adventures to come. I sparked with excitement. I thought of all the new battles I would face. I shook off the charge and squinted at the passing clouds. I then looked up at Ash and his excited face, he was thinking the same thing I was thinking. He looked down at me lovingly and scratched my back, "Hey buddy, are you alright". Pika Pika. I said it quickly so he wouldn't worry, he smiled in understanding. "It's been a long journey", he said sadly. He followed my eyes out the window. Yes it's been a long journey. I snuggled comfortable in his hands. I found myself getting drowsy so I decided to take a short siesta. I felt my eyes close and the electricity numb slightly around me. I felt at home.

I was awakened to the sound of a loud alarm. I woke up from my slumber in shock. I looked around in panic, people were putting the masks from under the seats on and were clinging to their Pokemon and children. I felt the odd gravitation of the plane, it was as if it was falling.. I looked up at Ash's face, tears were running down his warm brown eyes. He was scared... I've never seen him scared. I heard a voice on the speakers telling people to remain calm, no one was calm. I got up from the seat and ran into the hallway, I stopped and looked back at Ash. He was clinging to the oxygen mask and had his eyes closed. He was a bit shaky, I frowned and kept going, I was determined to find a solution. I ran up to the front where the pilot was. They were radioing for help, something had gone wrong somehow and they lost control of the plane. I looked to my left at the emergency exit, there was no time to loose. I got up on the door and pushed it letting open an overwhelming gust of wind. I thrust myself careful out the door and secured myself on the side of the plane with Iron Tail. The momentum of the plane was unstoppable, I knew I wouldn't make it if I kept clinging to the side. I looked down, there was no water.. one barren ground. Instinctively, I jumped out of the plane... seconds before it exploded.

I screeched in shock at the near explosion. I fell quickly to my close demise. I looked down an used Electro Ball to keep myself from being crushed. The wind had carried me farther away from the wreckage. As soon as I was back on my feet I ran with all my might in the direction of the crash. Ash were are you?! And thus is the story of the living Pokemon, with a dead Trainer.