Written by: Kyle P.

Email: Kp606@AOL.com

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Because of some mild language, violence, and complicated story elements I rate this story PG-13

Also all of the characters unique to this story belong to me. I don't own pokemon, nor am I affiliated with Game Freak or Nintendo. This story was written and belongs to me. And for purposes of this fanfic I do not own Cheerios or Magic: The gathering.

The women with the crimson red hair walked over to a cabinet and opened up two large oak doors. There was a safe inside. The women proceeded to open the safe. 08-17-01 was the combination. She pulled the trigger and the door of the safe opened. Inside was alot of jewels. Rubies, Sapphires, Emeralds, there were one or two alexandrites, and a large diamond. There were some golden and silver jewelry. There were at least twenty pokeballs, in there miniturized form and a single amulet in the center. The amulet was extremely large and was stone. It had wierd carvings but for it to be in a safe, it had to have some importance.

"John," she said, "get out the camera.Take pictures of everything individually and then as a whole."

"Okay," he said as he moved over to a chest of drawers and opened the top. Inside was a camera and a tripod. He took it out and set it up. Jennifer had picked the jewels up and began seperating them. When she finished she seperated everything else. John was furiously taking pictures. Flash, flash, flash.

"OKAY STOP THATS GOOD ENOUGH!" yelled Jennifer. She was rubbing her eyes and looking out the window. "Ok now throw it all together.

John proceeded to the chest of drawers again and opened the bottom one. It was full of clothes. He moved them aside and below, situated in the base was a keypad, he pressed the combonation and a large rumbling sound began. A nearby wall was shaking furiously and it moved back and then to the side. Behind it was a large room.

The room was filled to capacity with jewels, gems, jewelry, pictures, pokeballs, statues, all sorts of priceless commodities. Jennifer walked in and beckoned for John to do the same. He walked in with the tresure and gently put it down with the other stuff. He sniffed a little bit. The air was stale, mainly because the walls were made of stone. There was a cold-muggy feel to the place. He walked back to get the camera and came back. He took about four pictures.

"Good enough," said Jennifer. "Now put them in an envelope and adress them to Viridian. That should get the job done."

In another time...

"6 O' CLOCK WAKE UP! 6 O' CLOCK WAKE UP! 6 O' CL-"

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID ALARM CLOCK!" screamed a girl with untidy red hair just waking up. She threw her fist down onto the "stop" button and the pidgey stoped chirping and stopped abrubtly. "God, where the he-" she stopped, her mouth went from open and large to closed and small. "Oh, yeah, now I remeber, I got it from there."

She got out of bed onto the plush blue carpet on the ground. She yawned again and stood up. "Ahh what to wear," she said aloud. she walked over to her closet and opened the two doors. Inside wear a large assorment of clothes. Although they were all pretty much different in style they all shared one similarity, they all had a shade of blue. She selected a white khaki skirt and a turquoiuse sleeveless shirt. After slipping both on she walked over to her desk. On the top was a leather like cape. On the front, in the corner somewhat hard to see, was the name Misty.

Misty wrapped it around herself and was covered up almost enitrely by the black cape like shawl. She hugged it tightly.

"Oh Ash," Misty said rather croakily. A tear rolled down her cheek. "Forgive me..."

In another time...

"Not now mom, it was a long day." moaned Kevin as he walked upstairs. He threw his jacket on his bed and threw his backpack in a nearby corner. Kevin threw himself on his bed and closed his eyes. 'This wasn't a good day at all' he thought. 'Not a single friend, and everyone else seemed to have someone to talk to. And that girl...' he said that last part aloud. He looked up at the ceiling. 'Wait is that where I saw her last? No, you can't see people on your ceiling. Or can you...' Kevin looked over to the desk. He got up and opened up the top drawer. Inside was a cluttered mess. Pens, pencils, paper, some Magic the gathering cards, one or two pieces of candy, and a poster rolled up.

He took out the poster and opened it up. 'No way' he thought. What he was looking at was the girl he saw in his American History class. He was looking at Misty from the anime show, Pokemon.

The next day...

"Hey um...wait please!" Kevin shouted to Misty. Misty along with a group of two Junior girls turned around. "Sorry, not you two I meant her." The junior girls pouted and turned back around. "Hey um what's your name?" Kevin said to Misty.

"It's, uh, M-Melissa,"

But Misty, or the girl who should have been Misty looked at him strangely. "What," she began, "did you think my name was?"

"Oh um well, it's nothing I mean well I thought you looked like someone I know, well thats impossible since she's a cartoon character and her name's Misty."

A tear rolled down Misty's cheek and she flung her arms around Kevin. "Thank you!" she said, "I thought no one would ever recognize me!"

"So your Misty from Pokemon?" Kevin was amazed. He didn't expect it to be her. When he asked he thought maybe she would laugh and say "Her, yeah, I get that twice a day." But not start crying because someone recognized her.

"Hey it's okay don't cry." Kevin comforted.

"Sorry," said Misty, "it's just I'm so glad. Hey is it okay if I come home with you? We need to talk more."

"Okay," said Kevin.

They began to walk home. Kevin lived only about four miles from his house. He mom could have picked him up but only if Kevin called her. He wanted to talk to Misty more.

"So how did you get in this world anyway?"

"Oh well, all I remeber is going to sleep one night and having a dream. A dream of nine orbs. They were floarting and they just kinda had a wierd aura to them. Then after I woke up I sorta found myself in another house in a completely different place, with no pokemon. And that's when I saw the show with me in it. And I couldn't believe it. I couldn't explain it."

"What about the owners of the house. What did they say when they saw you?"

"They called me daughter. I didn't complain, it was better than waking up in a street with no where to eat or stay for shelter. My 'parents' said I beginning school in five days and I just went with the flow. If I said something I was afraid they were gonna think I was a nut case."

"I would've done the same don't worry," said Kevin in a sympathetic voice.

"Thanks but still. I just wanna go home and see all of my friends and all of my pokemon..."

They continued to walk to Kevin's house. After there conversation they didn't talk much on the way. Eventually they came up to a large white colonial house with a dorr painted red and the windows had white shutters. The lawn was freshly cut and the mail box had the numbers '42' in gold. They walked up to the door and Kevin took out a small key. He stick it in the lock and opened the door...

In another time...Back with the other Misty...

"Morning sleepy head." said the voice of Daisy, Misty's oldest sister. "Did you sleep well?"

Misty yawned.

"Yeah, same as usual at least." Misty walked into the Kitchen and she proceeded over to a white cabinet that was over a marble counter. She opened the cabinet and inside were various cereal boxs, canned foods, breads, boxed foods, and so on. Misty grabbed a box of Cheerios and closed the cabinet. She opened another cabinet and inside were all sorts of china. She grabbed a green bowl and poored the cereal in. The milk was already on the counter. Misty grabbed a spoon from the counter drawer and she sat down next to her sister.

"Where are Violet and Lilly," Misty asked, her mouth filled with food.

"Violet," said Daisy, "is watching the gym arena and Lilly is tending to the aquariums in the east wing." said Daisy who was scanning the front of the morning paper now. She turned the page and got a look of boredom. Daisy out it down and looked at Misty. Misty was lazily eating her cereal. That's when Daisy was prompted to ask the question, again.

"You know, Misty, it's been awhile and um I was wondering would you-"

"No. I said it once before after I failed and I am not saying or trying it again. I won't retry the test for gym leader." Misty was speaking monotonatically and in a drawling manor. "I'm done, I gotta go." She began to walk out of the kitchen with Daisy watching her in the back. Misty couldn't help but smile.

Misty didn't want to go back to her room so she went down the hall and out the front door. The air that morning was crisp and cold. She folded her arms and tried hard to not shiver. The mailbox was a Warturtle with the shell facing out word. If you pulled the handle, the mail could be put inside. Misty opened it up, 'Bills, Bills, and Bills' she thought. However there was one letter in the back that caught her attention:

Don't visit my grave anymore. It's insulting, especially when your not dead!

Misty almost fell over. There was only one grave she ever visited. It couldn't be she thought. He...he died, I saw it, we ALL saw it. No, I, no...But the most convicing evidence was something that fell out of the envelope. It was, and only one person had this, a piece of shell, Togepi's shell to be exact.

Once again please send a review! Anyway, thats all, part three, The old, all knowing lady lady, will be up soon.