I jerked my head around with my eyes wide in anger and confusion. The boy left. I rubbed my cheek dry and nudged Captin to wake. She opened her large, buggy red eyes, which were extremely misty with exhaustion.
"Wake up," I whispered to Captin. She rose slowly, her wings starting to beat.
"Better get stretched. We have to follow the trail the boy took," I said as I took her claw and nudged her forward. She jerked a bit with annoyance in her eyes, but I didn't stop. When Captin realized I wouldn't give up on this boy, so she went along beside me.
Halfway into the trail, my vision started to recede. Everything started to drown in white dots and I had to force my eyes to keep open. Captin got worried as soon as I drop to my knees and my eyelids fled with light.
"Fly?" Captin cried as he hovered over me. I couldn't help but just lie down and drift into a coma.
My eyes shot open. The scent of fresh morning air and a salty sea breeze filled my nostrils. I sat up and realized I was in a bed in a small bedroom. The walls were a light blue-green with many posters of of competitive battling shots, signed by someone. The sheets were a sky blue with purple swirls, and thats all I slept with. The rest of the room matched the same theme, but there was a little pokemon plushy on the counter. I picked it up. It was a black Pokemon with a red mane in a pony tail. He seemed tricky and mysterious. I tried to rub my head, desperately trying to remember where I was. I looked at the clock. 9:30, Saturday. I swung out of bed and noticed my pink silk nightgown. I stroked it with my hand. It felt marvelous. I slipped on my pokeball slippers and walked out the door way.
The corridor was small and wooden filled with windows and a door across the hall. I took a peek inside and noticed a clean tile bathroom. I exited quickly, not seeing the importance of it. I took a look to my right and saw one huge open window, the curtains swaying with the tranquil sea breeze. I leaned on the edge and took in the beautiful landscape. Water Pokemon and many others played happily on the beach. I heard the pleasant cry of the pellipers and the laughing of children playing with them. I smiled and rushed down the hall and slid down the stairs. I found a kitchen with a young woman who looked a lot like me fiddling with the dishes and an older woman sitting at the wooden table reading a newspaper.
"Good morning, honey," the young woman said without looking up. I assumed she was my mother.
"Hi. . . mom," I said unsurely.
She chuckled then replied, "Go tell your sisters to come in for breakfast, will yeah?"
"What about Kolt?" I blurted out. Kolt was my brothers name. I covered my mouth, realizing I might not acually have a brother, considering I don't really have sisters.
"He's next door."
"Really? Did he move?"
Mother turned to me and smiled, "He lived here before us sweetie."
"Oh," I breathed unsurely. Just then a wingull flew from upstairs and landed on the old woman's head.
"Oh, hello, Ocean," the woman greeted the bird. The wingull squawked a hello and turned to me, smiling and coaxing me to come closer. Mother laughed and pulled back her red hair behind her ear.
"It's funny, you four have been buds ever since you were born, Meagan."
So I still have my name and look. What did I lose?
"Yah," I choked out as I extended my hand to pet Ocean. He cooed and accepted my pet.
"Make sure to feed Captin and Ny as well," Mother reminded me.
"Captin," I muttered as I took the bowl of pokefood on the table and ran outside. Captin and that pokemon I had a plushy of slept soundly outside in the sand.
"Captin!" I shouted, happy to see her. She immediately awoke and smiled a big wide smile. I ran up to her and clutched on to her body. The other pokemon, Ny, woke up and released a moan. I turned to the pokemon.
"Zor! Zoroark!" she cried as she smiled at me. I placed the bowl down as the both started to devour the food in it. I laughed. I looked farher toward the beach and found three little girls, two about seven or eight, and one twelve-year old, playing with the pokemon, mostly one particular Maril. I swung my head around to the house next door about the same size as ours that must have been Kolt's. Before I could think another thought, I heard a familliar voice.
"Hey, Meg, are you still in your pj's?" the boy laughed with the unforgettable country accent and shining blue eyes.
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The Dragon Tale (A Pokémon FanFic)
FanfictionMegan has always dreamed of being friends with the most powerful and loyal Pokémon on Earth. She was always teased at school, for Pokémon weren't real. But since she was eight, she always watched the show, collected the cards and figures, and played...
