Forgotten Memories Written By: Lani (Prologue) Hot, dead air blew through the boy's dark hair as he stood at the edge of the dark, meanacingly-tall cliff, overlooking the scorched earth and ruins of countless, once-lively houses and buisnesses. Deathly black clouds swirled in the sky, blocking out the fast approaching Sun. "So pointless." the boy stated flatly, seeming to reflect the stillness of the area in which he stood. A cloak, black and hooded, with several rips and holes, adorned him. It blew behind him as the pervading air pushed against it's worn material. Short boots held his feet, also black, which accompied his jeans and shirt, also black. With one swift motion, the boy turned around and walked away from the edge of the cliff, eyes no longer able to stand the pale, gastly sight of the former Pallet town. ' ''Too many memories''' he thought. "You do not need to walk alone." a mysterious, feminine voice spoke, seeming to be carried by the wind. Instantly, every muscle and tendon in the boy's body tensed as his danger senses began screaming with a deafening roar to avoid the danger. But he knew that he could not run from her. "But it is my choice." came the reply as the boy turned around, displaying his young features to the voice. The boy was undoubtly handsom, but, as all people do, he carried the face of a tired and defeated soul. Brown eyes looked into her blue, crystal eyes. Z's, an obvious birthmark, lay under the boy's eyes. The girls image of being powerful and emotionless faultered as she saw his familiar face. She wore an outfit of blue, with fake jewels encresed into the fabric at random points. "What do you want... 'Misty'." he continued, a voice filled with a hint of anger. He reached into his cloak, to his waist, and pulled out a small, dagger- sized knife, and aimed the shining blade of death at her; completely prepared to end her life, the life of the girl who shattered his heart five years ago, since First Day. "You haven't changed a bit Ash, in more ways than one." she declared, noting how the aging effect had affected him too. Since First Day, the incredible energy released 'affected' certain people; with different effects and not limited to one per person. Ash and Misty had both stopped aging. "Neither have you. Still stabbing people in the back? Emotionally, or are you litterally?" Ash asked with beausment in his voice, shadowing the pure rage at seeing 'this' girl. All the willpower he had kept the black, shining knife in his hand and out of her body. With unimaginable speed, she was suddendly apon him, raised fists to strike a blow. This measure seemed useless as Ash simply lifted his hand, grabbed hold of the brash hand, and, using her own momentum, flung her over his shoulder and onto the ground. He completed this with a swift kick to the stomach, effectively paralyzing her for a short moment, and placed the dagger warningly against her throat. "You have improved." Misty congradulated as her aching stomach began to numb. The knife was removed from her neck, confusing her. Before she could say anything, Ash, using in-human strength, kicked her in the stomach... again, sending her flying through the air and rolling dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. The dirt-covered body halted it's movement revealing the unconcious form of Misty. Without words, Ash was gone, sparing her life as emotions which he thought were buried began to surface began fighting and struggling to reach life.