The End - Chapter1

In all stories..there is a beginning, a middle, and of course an ending. But for us, the Humans, we never considered there being an ending for Pokemon. And that's because to most people..Pokemon was and is, just a cartoon, an Anime. There were very few that believed Pokemon to be real. Actually..none.

But what was Pokemon really? Fake, or reality? And, if it was real, then what ever happened to the Pocket Monsters that inhabited the Earth(As the character Professor Oak had called it in the Gameboy game)? Did they really have league competitions, and grow bounds with their Pokemon, raising and training them like pets? Was there an Ash Ketchum, or a Misty? And if there were..were they totally different from the show?

These were some of the questions that had always been out in the air, but never formed, for people never questioned Pokemon to be real. Nor actually said it was fake. Just assumed it to be fake in their minds, while in reality, Pokemon was real. *Was*

But that is where the Ending of Pokemon comes in. Nothing ever lasts forever... And many years ago, billions and billions of generations before people today, was a normal year in the Pokemon generation. No one had ever expected anything to go wrong only five years ahead of time. The new trainers starting out had expected to live long enough to get married, have kids and watch them grow, trying to grow in their footsteps. But that never happened. And it destroyed everything.

"Ash Ketchum!" His mother screamed, "It's past your bed time!" Ash was thirteen years old, but still his mother treated him as if he were a little kid. He couldn't wait to get out into the world, become a trainer, and get his first Pokemon. That is, if his mom let him. 'It's gonna take a miracle to get mom to listen..' He thought to himself, looking up from his PokeDigest magazine.

"Mom! I'm old enough to know when I'm tired..and once I go on my Pokemon Journ-" His mother glared at him. "If you think you're going on any Pokemon Journey, then think again mister, I wont have my only son going out and getting himself killed" Ash got off the chair he had been sitting at. "But..but.." He trailed off, bringing down his head. "Mom! That's not fair!" Ash said bringing his head back up. "I've always dreamed of going on a Pokemon Journey, and I won't let anyone stop me!"

His mother sighed. "I'm sorry, Ash..it's just your father never came back after he went out training" A tear escaped her eye. "..I just don't want that to happen to you" From the doorway she stood, Ash knew his mother didn't want to conceal him from the world. She was just always worried. "I'll visit often, Mom..I just want to be able to go on this journey. You never know, I could learn a thing or two..please, Mom?" He looked at his mother, who looked half convinced.

"If you keep me from my Journey forever..then i'll never be anything in this world" Ash grabbed his Pokemon magazine and brang it to his mother. He flipped to his favorite section in the magazine. The Masters section. "Mom, someday, I want to be in this magazine..as the greatest Pokemon Master of all time!"

His mother paused for a moment. A smile formed on her face. "Then I can't stop you..just have a safe Journey, and be careful" Ash dropped the magazine. "You....you mean it? You're not kidding?" His mother shook her head. "No..I'm not kidding. By holding you back here you'll never learn lessons in life that you should've known."

Ash started cheering around the room. "YAHHOOO!!" He ran through the room, with only one thing on his mind. Pokemon. "-One more thing though, Ash.." His cheering was then stopped. "Yeah?" He picked up the magazine from the floor. "Go to bed..if you want to be able to get to the Professors Lab early enough.."

"I know, I know mom.." His mother smiled. "Goodnight.." And exited the room, shutting the door behind her.

"I can't believe it" Ash thought to himself. "I..*Ash Ketchum*..will become an Official Trainer." He turned to the picture on his wall. "Someday dad..someday...I'll be a Master. Just like you."
He headed over to get ready for bed. He knew where his father was, yes. But that was his little secret.