Pokemon Fanfiction Ash Journey Alone Novels & Stories

Unanswered questions it seems. "Alaya, wait." I feel Asher's hand on my arm. He's wearing satin gloves. Typical, he's a male either keeping to fashion trends, or he's not looking to find his mate tonight. At least I don't think I have a Luna yet. "I don't want to hear it. I'm done. I want to go home and pretend like none of this ever happened, because I'm going to get more information doing that, then standing around you for another second. Also, I'm pretty sure this is all some strange part of my imagination, after drinking those ridiculous drinks inside. What are they made of anyway?"

“You will meet a long-lost friend, and you will lose him again. That’s all the reading you get with no money.” I gave her one last look before walking away from the hut. Well, that didn’t work out well. I stopped at the fields, close to the lake. The very same lake where Trian had taught me how to swim. Alone, the lake looked darker, scarier; I couldn’t even imagine swimming in it. I caught a flash of gold eyes and grey fur. A wolf. Ash. He was supposed to be in the wild. What was he doing here? “Ash,” I called, but he zipped off, running away. I chased after him. “Ash, don’t go, wait!”

“It never has. It grows what is dormant, brings life to what’s barren. The things you saw are signs and portents about you, and your destiny. If you saw Tet in your vision, he meant something deeper than you know.” “Spare me. If I’m wrong about this, I’ll come back with my tail tucked between my legs. What harm is it for me to be careful. And maybe I’ll come back after finding it was all in my imagination. But do you think I want this? Do you think I want to abandon everyone, including my brother and the only friend I ever made in the Imperial City?” Ash smiled with her eyes.“Only friend you ever made? Hm.” She bristled. “This is not the time. Your teasing about Kai and me isn’t welcome righ

“We have to figure out a way to loom for alliances because we can not do this alone. There is no way just three of us are going to be able to stand up against Luna Matilda and Warlock” Ma Trisha chips in. Asher is sweating profusely after training so hard. He didn’t even sleep in the night. I saw him seated up and from his countenance, I could pick up that he had various thoughts swinging in his head. Even now, he looks pale and downtrodden.

I got back to my room and laid back in bed, pondering on my plans. The noise from Lance car moving out of the house notified me that he was out of the house and I felt relieved. I thought deeply on the things I would need to gather before stepping out of this territory, how I would find oakstone and get in safely without anyone uncovering my identity as Ashley or the popular captain of Olivia of silver tail. "you need to train yourself so you can channel your inner and physical energy well." I nodded at this thought. This was true. I had not really done any heavy or hectic training. I was more stronger but I needed training also.

I looked at him worried and he waved it off. "I heal quickly," he grinned and wiggled his injury, showing it was already better. Ash glanced around with his eyes closed and held my hand and we both turned invisible. We could see each other though and I was about to talk and he shook his head and pressed his finger to his mouth. I nodded and we walked together to the front of the house. Mystrel's was there looking like a beast. His shaggy hair fell to his ass and his eyes were blood red. I bite my lip. He was an asshole but no one deserved to become like that. Ash shook his head and carried me to the forest. He jumped upward and headed south. We were apparently going to Romania and his actua

We needed time alone to process. "You are getting better," I told him. My body ached from where he had landed hits. "Faster. More strategic." "Grandma is a good teacher. Brutal but effective." "She loves us. That is why she pushes so hard. She cannot lose any more people." Ash stared into the flames. His face was troubled. Haunted. "Can I tell you something? Something I have not told anyone else?" "Of course. Always." "I keep having more dreams. They are getting clearer every night."

"All living things do, somehow." "Even the ones who live alone?" The question hurt more than he intended. "Especially the ones who live alone. Sometimes they just have to find their way home." Asher nodded with the serious wisdom of children who live alone, then placed the beetle on the windowsill carefully. "Go find your family," he whispered to it. I felt Calla's eyes on me, but when I glanced up, she'd turned away. A bit later in the afternoon, Asher shoved us outdoors. The gardens came to life, and he ran between trees, wooden sword ready, battling imaginary armies.

The memory had cracked something open, and now they poured out in flashes cherry popsicles on sunburnt lips, bare feet on hot wood, a boy with scraped knees and silent eyes sitting beside him on the roof of a burned-out barn. Ash. He hadn’t been called that then. Or maybe he had, but August never asked. Names hadn’t mattered back then. Only presence. Only escape. They’d both needed it. Two forgotten children in a house full of ghosts. August remembered the night the power went out, and Ash had held his hand beneath the covers and whispered a story about how they were both actually from the stars. “They got it wrong,” he’d said. “We’re not real kids. We’re just waiting to be found again.”

“Casper’s a bastard, how could he do that to you? After everything? Men….they can’t be trusted” I smiled at her, Ash isn’t really a fan of men. She had her heart broken once in college and decided that it was enough. Now she’s just out here leaving her best life. I held into her as I recollected my memories with him, wondering where it all went wrong. We stayed that way for some time before my stomach grumbled and she stood up to prepare something for us both in the kitchen, making a comment on how I greeted her with tears and not food.