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Mini-Misty Chapter FourMe: Tatatorterra showing up! Another chapter, so let's get this started!
Everyone but Paul and Ash: Ash, we're counting on you!
Paul, facing Ash: Lose this hope. I'm going to win.
Ash, facing Paul: We'll see about that.
Infernape: Infernape Infer Infernape! ("Tatatorterra doesn't own Pokémon!")
Me: Let the story continue!
- Dark Aura -
"THE BATTLE ISN'T OVER, KETCHUM!"
Ash and Infernape stare at Paul. It looks like Electivire's defeat didn't shake him.
Paul launches his pokéball up in the air and his next Pokémon appears on the field, leaving Ash breathless.
"It can't be!..."
It was a Lucario. Ash couldn'
Mini-Misty Chapter ThreeMe: Tatatorterra showing up! Time to continue the fic!...
Me: Where's everyone?... Well, Tatatorterra does NOT own Pokémon.
Drew (from far away): Come on, Tatatorterra! The battle's about to start again!
Me (running): Save a seat for me!!
- The Will of Fire
In the last chapter, we watched the beginning of the decisive battle between Ash and Paul. Both are giving their all to conquer the champion title and become Pokémon Masters. Ash has a head start with Buizel defeating Ursaring, but Paul brings his perverse Weavile into battle...
"Bu bui!" ("Bring it on!")
"Wea hihi... Weavile!" ("Yeah, hehe
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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