Sorry, best I could come up with. :)
So, a couple of things to sort out first.
1: Don
Don came round, and showed us his find. It WAS a pokéball. Inside, was a Hitmonchan. Level 12. My DSDex showed it's blue exp bar half full.
'It should be level 25.' Ragnarok said, puzzled.
'And there should have been a choice of him or Hitmonlee.' I added.
'First there are half the pokémon at the 'Dojo' to choose from, then he's at half his normal level. Ragnarok, do think it's possible that the whole situation only half merged, as it were?'
'Possibly. Makes sense. But it's not like I'm an expert on inter dimensional collisions you know.'
'Ha. No, it does make sense. There couldn't really be half a level 25 Hitmonchan, so he arrived complete but at half the level. Anyhoo, Don, you beat Sensei, so looks like you've got yourself a new friend. Have fun, he knows Comet punch, Revenge, Agility and Pursuit.'
'Uh, right, thanks. I don't remember most of those. Have they introduced new moves since red and blue or something?'
Rag stared. 'Oh, this is going to go well.'
So, Don is the fourth member of our little group. Four teenagers and their pokémon, the only defense against two universes crashing into each other, letting havoc loose upon both worlds.
2. The piece of paper.
While we were waiting for Don to come round with Hitmonchan, I looked at the paper Rag handed me. It was a letter. It said:
Dear Tempest,
I'm sorry about all this. If it wasn't for me, none of this would be happening, to you guys at least. You see, I have the ability to 'Walk the Dimensions' and I've become a sort of guardian of the worlds. You see, there are many worlds, an almost infinite number, and one of them is the world of pokémon. Yes, there is a universe where everything you have read and watched is real. Most stories or games are really just people picking up traces of other universes. I am the one that made the shard find you. I'm sorry to put such a burden on you, but I needed to know it was in safe hands, and not only are you experienced enough with pokémon that I think you can cope, but in other worlds, you are heroes. In every universe that needs protectors, you and your friends rise to the challenge, and do whatever it takes to keep everyone safe. I wish Tingle was still here in this universe, he would have met me, and this would all be much easier, but I know that you will do your best to protect the shard. You must, because I'm sorry to say, but when your world and the world of pokémon finally become one, it will mean the end of both. I will try and contact you soon. I'm sorry.
Moira.
So, that's that. Right, on with the camping trip.
Months ago, I had planned to go camping with a group I'm part of, the Woodcraft folk, and it seemed pointless to cancel at this point. After getting everyone to promise they'd look after the Eevees, I prepared to go. I assume that when I walked out of the old shop is when my DS started blinking it's power light, but I can't say for certain, because I didn't notice. Someone did though.
So, me and Dad packed up the car and off we went. Rattata had agreed to hide in his Pokéball until we got to a service station, in order to hide better.
As we go round a sharp bend, and our camping stuff shifts in the back, I hear a small 'ee!'
'What was that?' asked Dad.
Looking over at the back, I see one of our sleeping bags shifting behind Dad's chair. From under it, a small blue head peered up at me. 'Uh....just a sleeping bag shifting dad, nothing to worry about.'
What on EARTH was Glaceon doing here?
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