Who’s Side Are You On?

By Flying Torchics

Part 10

 I know, this fic’s getting really weird. Even I’m a bit confused. When this fic’s finished, I think you guys will say, “What?!” Anyways, I made this part long to make up for the long delay. And I’m thinking of making a map for you guys who have no idea where the areas in this story are.

 

Near Morunar…

 

There were two people in the room. It was dark; the only source of light was a dark red orb in the middle of the room.

It cast an eerie red across the room. Some would be tempted to run to the door. Only to find it locked.

 

In front of the orb sat a figure. The figure had broad shoulders, enormous hands, giant legs, and in its hand was a

sword. It was wearing a shiny suit, with spikes jutting out of the shoulder area. Giving the figure an intimidating look.

The figure was seated on a chair. No, not a chair, it was more like a throne. Spikes protruded from the top.

 

Opposite of the figure was another figure. This figure didn’t have as big a build as the other one. This one had a

more slender physique, a womanly form.

 

“Shall we begin the test?” said the seated figure; its voice was low, and coarse.

 

“Yes, master.” Said the other figure.

 

“Very well, get ready…” Then the seated figure brought his hand to the orb. He muttered some words and then the

room was instantly quiet. Only the sound of the standing figure’s sudden outbursts, which went like, “No!” or

“Ah!”

In case you didn’t know, the figure’s head, the one opposite of the one sitting, was being filled with ghastly images.

Images of death, blood and gore, things too horrible to explain. And to make this even worse, the person who was

being tested had to endure excruciating pain. What kind of training is this you ask? It is a test of what one can handle.

 

“Do you want to quit now?” asked the seated figure, almost happily.

 

“No, i-it-it’s ok.” Said the standing figure with obvious effort.

 

This went on for a few minutes, until the seated figure said, “Enough, you have passed.” The standing figure gave a

relieved sigh. The standing figure then decided to plop down onto the ground. The person was warned, taking this

test would give the participant in the test a headache for several days.

 

“Now, you’re done with your training.”

 

Yes I know you idiot. Was what the other figure wanted to say, but thought better and kept it.

 

“You’ll be assigned your first mission. You have to go to the stone.”

 

“Huh? You want me to get that stupid stone?” right after that, the now seated figure’s eyes filled with outrage. Oh shoot.

 She thought. The seated figure stood up. He walked over to the other figure. The clink-clank sound of the figure’s scale

greaves disrupted the near-perfect silence.

 

The figure picked up its female companion by the neck. Lifting her three feet high, in the air. There was an awkward

Silence, and inside that awkward silence was a disturbing feeling.

 

“Now… what did you say?” asked the figure with a hint of anger.

 

“I-I-I,” the female figure faltered, “I said the stone… sure… I’ll get the stone.”

 

Good, now, go to your quarters. We are done for the day.

 

In Tohoki Village

 

It was sunny day. Ash was resting under a big apple tree while Gerald went to town to run some errands. 

 

“Pikachu would love it here.” Ash muttered to himself, “Speaking of Pikachu, how is Pikachu doing? Well,

Gerald prohibits me to travel through time and whatnot.”

 

Then, suddenly Ash saw something amazing. Misty, but… she wasn’t on her flying creature or armor, but just

in normal everyday cloths. From the past anyways. She was carrying a big basket full of different fruit. Ranging

from apples to oranges, and from that to strawberries. Ash was really puzzled by this. The last time he saw her

she was in a suit of armor, and before that encounter she was working in the fields. Ash could not sort out what

he was thinking. Maybe this is a clone of Misty, or maybe the other Misty is the clone of Misty. Maybe they’re

both clones of Misty. So where’s Misty? Locked up? In the past, in the future? Ash’s thoughts were really

out of control.

 

Misty was wearing a grayish-brownish shirt on. Her pants were the color of mud, with colorful designs at the heel.

Misty had a happy-go-lucky face on and was strolling so happily down the cobblestone path. Picking up flowers

as she came across them.

 

“Hey!” Ash yelled to Misty from the top of the hill, waving his hands almost as if he was crazy, “Hey! Over here!”

 

Misty turned her head to see a figure waving frantically. And heard a distant, “Hey.” She decided that if anybody

was waving their arms like that they were probably in need of help, or crazy. So she started heading towards the

location of Ash.

 

Ash saw Misty walking towards his position. This was when he was going to ask if she was the real Misty. But,

if she was a clone Ash didn’t expect Misty to say, if she was a clone or something other than the real Misty, “I’m

a clone!” Ash hoped this was the real Misty, he hoped that she was okay and that she wasn’t crazy

or something similar to that.

 

 

Hoped you enjoyed it. And please send reviews, to tell me what you think of this “crazy” story, and things like that.

 

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