Hope at Last

Disclaimer: If I were to own Pokemon, Ash exploring the Hoenn and Johto, pah! 
He should be 
Traveling the Yukon, Nova Scotia and the Cordillera (BC and a bit 
surrounding). I know those are real 
places so there’s my proof.


What Misty didn’t know: the decider of their fate decided to give them a 
break.

Misty heard something, a whistle, a musical whistle. It could be the wind, 
but something in Misty told 
her it wasn’t. This was her only chance, her only hope. Acacia heard 
footsteps approaching. Who 
could be out?
	“Please, help me,” Misty begged when she reached the stranger, “my 
friend over there is-”, 
yet she was interrupted by a loud sneeze that echoed trough the hollow. That 
explained everything.
“He must have the flu, no time to waste!” and took off on a stroke.
	Ash shivered and sneezed. How was he going to get well? And that’s when 
he spotted Acacia, 
putting on a speed that nearly flattened Misty (don’t ask me, read it in a 
book), and was headed 
straight towards him. He sniffled. Sneezed too. Achoo! 
	Misty took a liking to her immediately. Who was this Asian, slim, long 
silky haired, fashion 
forward girl who wore a yellow trench coat and shoulder pink tote. Misty 
pondered question after 
question. What was her name? Was she smart? Skilful –and just between you and 
me, yes.-? 
	 Ash saw the girl come to talk to him.
	“You don’t look very well, but before we take care of that, we’ll need 
a shelter,” Acacia told 
Ash, gazing up to where an evening star shone brightly.
	“Who are you anyway?” Ash interjected hoarsely.
	“oh,” Misty appeared behind Acacia, “she’s umm…uh…”
	Misty realized they had ran so fast that that had forgot the 
introductions.
“My name’s Acacia,” she supplied, “and you?”
	“Misty. Here Togepi (toge-priii!), Pikachu (Pikachu-pi!), and Ash.” 
	“Well, enough chitchat. Let’s get to work!”. Misty protested. She’d 
never built a snow fort before, let alone an igloo. At least they had an 
expert with them. Igloo was built, blocks out of the ground, and smoothed 
over to create an igloo with a storage space, and chimney, with a deep path 
leading right up to it; intriguing Ash to compliment them hoarsely and with 
ACHOO!!s. Reminding Acacia: “oh, and Ash, would you like a throat lozenge? I 
made them myself. Green apple flavor. I think that they’re good.” Ash agreed. 
Dusk had fallen.
	Inside the igloo, Acacia saw Misty, huddling in the corner -well, I 
guess not- pale and shivering.
	“Why- Misty, you must have caught Ash’s flu. Here, take another cough 
drop.
Anyhow, it’s cold out here, you’ll need a jacket. Oh, and I’ll need some 
water. Pokemon, could you help? Go, Minun Plusle, Jigglypuff, and Riolu! Come 
on out!
Help togepi, and pikachu collect this cauldron (she referred to a cauldron 
big enough to fit an elephant out of her shoulder tote).Hmm? ‘Pika Pika[why 
so big]’ Because snow is only one tenth water. ‘pikachu’. 
Now, about Misty’s coat.”
	“No, I won’t take your coat and there’s nowhere to buy one. And, I’m 
not sick.” Misty finished her statement with a loud sneeze.
	“ Don’t be modest, how about a violet purple velvet trench with an 
overlap?” Acacia had already decided, because she pulled out a bolt of 
fabric, some thread, a needle, and a gold starmie button.
	“How do you like this?” Acacia inquired when the final product was 
finished. It fit perfectly, was so flattering. Even Ash commented
	“You look great”. By that time, the helpful Pokemon had returned, with 
a full to the brim bucket.
	Soon there was a merry fire crackling under boiling water.
	Acacia had one more thing, that was a steaming apple pie.
One last scene: ashes of the fire and everyone sleeping peacefully.

Ps. Sorry, but Team rocket won’t be saying their motto or blasting off again 
until after Part 4!
Also being an author is hard work! If you have an idea you need to write it 
down, even at 11 pm!

Note: Sorry the chapters are so short. It’s just that I start with like 3 ½ 
pages and then, when I transfer, I just type from what I read. So it’s alot 
shorter, like speeches, and extra words. If you want me to, I’ll get someone 
to type up the originals so you can see them.