I've finally got some sort of plot line worked out for this one and it didn't take me as long as it did for Masquerade. And the weird thing is, is that I got the idea from a fairy tale, go figure. Anyways, this takes place where the first chapter left off, about 2 months afterwards. And I think I'm going to start naming the chapters. It depends on whether I can think up the names. The prologue was called, 'Meetings to be forgotten.' Don't ask. And I changed the plot so it doesn't revolve around werewolves, but about legends. The time for this is about 2001 in their time. I think that the show is in the future, not close to our time. Or at least in this story. Chapter 1: Leaving home "Ash, honey, we're going to move," Delilah Ketchum told her four year old son, packing his few belongings into a suitcase that had been placed on his bed. "Where are we going?" the child asked, sitting up on his bed and throwing the covers away. He looked at his voltorb alarm clock, knowing full well he couldn't tell time, but tried just the same. He got a chuckle from his mother. "To see your grandparents on Mt. Silver. And we are only going to bring what we really need right now. We'll send for the rest later. So take whatever can fit into this bag," she told him, producing a small potato sack, "and nothing more." "But what about pichu? He can't fit in there with the rest of all my stuff," Ash asked, looking at the sack in his hand. A small 'pi' from the door agreed. "He's going with us, not in that sack. So hurry up and get what you want into it, because the taxi is almost here," she told him. She looked at him before ruffling his hair. "You remind me so much of your father," she told him. "I don't remember him. What was he like?" Ash asked, stuffing his blanket and stuffed charmander into the sack. "He was a lot like you. Curious about everything, persistent, and stubborn as a mule. When I wasn't able to go with him to the festival, he kept asking until my father consented just to get rid of him." "Why'd he do that?" Ash asked, filling the sack with his clock. "Because he loved me," Delilah to him, picking up her son and the sack, now full with everything he could fit in it. She commented to herself on how much stuff four-year-olds could put into such a small space. "Yuck! But girls have cooties," he said, sticking out his tongue. Pichu agreed, sticking his tongue out as well. "I'm a girl, does that mean I have cooties?" she asked, making her way down the steps. "Your different. You're my mom. Mom's don't have cooties," he said hugging her to prove his point. "You'll be saying something different in a few years, you know," she told him. "Yeah right. Never in a million years will I say anything like that," he told her. She laughed. "The cab's here. Time to go," she said, giving her house one last glance over. The last sound to be in that house was the click of the front door. ###########################(upside down oddish prints.) 3 years ago, in the city of Cerulean.... "Who ever you people are, I suggest you get out of here," Matthew Waterflower said to the dark figures in his home after being woken up by a loud crashing noise. "Aw, listen to him Harry, the bloke don't remember us," said one of them. Matthew's eyes flew open at the name. "You promised me that you'd never come here," he yelled. "Daisy, get the girls and yourself out of here," he told his wife who was standing at the doorway. "So you did settle down, eh? Didn't like the sea any more? Or could you just not stand the fact that I got control of the ship when John died?" Harry said, placing a hand on his chest. "That's not it and you know it. Ken, tell him what you and I found out," he said, standing straight up, looking him in the eye, as if daring him to lie, "when Harry was going to have me killed when John died. How you deceived," he was cut off by a punch to his face that knocked him out. "You didn't have to hit him so hard you know," Ken said, looking at Harry. "Well, he got me mad. What else was I supposed to do? Hit 'em with a ping pong ball?" "No, but still," "You get away from him," Daisy said going to her husband's side. "Oh, so your what brought 'em away from us. Well, I should take him from you right now, but I won't. I'll trade you you're knight in shinin' armor, and you give me your youngest child," Ken told her, holding her gaze steadily to see if she'd falter. "I won't let you take either of them. Ever," she contradicted, glaring at him. "Now that's going a bit far. Taking either from her. Don't you think," "Are you going against my orders?" "No sir, but they'd revolt if they ever found out," Ken told his captain, fiddling with a doily on the couch "Well, then we'll just 'ave to make sure they don't find out. So you'd better keep your mouth shut, Smith," he told the first mate before backhanding Daisy. Her body slumped down like a puppet that just had its strings cut. "Now find the kid while I get us somethin' to eat," he told Ken, before going to the kitchen, knocking down a few vases on the way. "Why did you leave him in charge John? Bill would have been better," he said, looking towards the ceiling. Even though he knew that the bumbling idiot wouldn't have been much better, at least he wouldn't destroy the good name of piracy. When he opened the door to what looked like a baby's room, he saw a blonde, violet-headed, and blue-headed girl around 3, 4, and 5. "Who are you mister?" The blonde asked. He had hoped he wouldn't have to do this, but it looked like he wouldn't be able to do this as well as he could get out of an impossible situation. And this was more than impossible. "I'm, I was a friend of your father," he stuttered, making his way to the cradle. He hoped he wouldn't have to lie too much. Especially not to little girls. It never did make him feel like much of a man. "Well, what would you want with Rose?" the violet headed one asked. "You see, your father wants me to watch her for a while. He's, uh, going on a business trip and your mom's going to have her hands full watching you three," he told them, giving what he hoped was a convincing smile. "Okay, but you'd better bring her stuffed seel and blanket. Don't forget psyduck or eevee, she never goes anywhere without them. She's only one, but she knows when they're gone," the blue-headed on offered. One by one they gave him one of the things, the blonde giving him both the poke'balls. By now, his arms were full of things and the baby. He was glad he was never going to be a father. At least he hoped he'd never be. By the time he got downstairs, Harry was halfway out the door. After taking a quick look around, he noticed that Harry had all ready cut the phone lines and taking the battery out of a cell phone he had found while 'rummaging'. Ken wrote out a quick note on the note-pad, telling Matthew that he would make sure nothing ever happened to her. He also told him he'd be sending him letters whenever they reached a town. They'd be anonymous, he wrote, so no one will be able to track them to him. He signed it, and shifted the babe when it whimpered, so as not to wake it. He looked at it, and smiled, seeing her baby-blue eyes look up at him. He just wished it could be different for her. He pushed all thoughts of running away with her, leaving Harry here and not returning to the ship, but he knew he'd never make it on land. He was born on the sea, knew the sea, lived with the sea, and would hopefully die on the sea, as his father and his father had. Slowly, he made his way to where Harry was waiting, and wished for the best. {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Seel prints! There's the second chapter. Now I have to start new chapters for both stories. And sorry if the little flashback thing confused you. I didn't have much to say for Ash moving away, so I decided how Rose got, well you'll find out. And Rose is Misty. It was changed when, oops, almost did it again. Please read and reply! How old should Misty and Ash be when they meet?