Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon or anything related to pokemon. Pokemon and its associated characters are copyrighted by Nintendo/Game Freak.



by Crimson Flame


3rd of Autumn, 528 PY. (Pokemon Years)

A woman in her late 20's was staring out the window of a magnificent mansion. The evening was setting in for the night. What little sunlight that was left poured in through the glass plane and seemed to have collected on her long cascading hair. As she sat by the windowsill, brushing the amber locks made golden by the sun, she heard tiny footsteps making their way hurriedly up the stairway to her room.

"Mommy! Mommy! What are you doing?!!!" A loud and excited voice reached her ears.

The woman tore her attention away from the red autumn leaves of the trees outside, just in time to be greeted by the sight a young boy scampering on tiny legs towards her. She put her brush aside to make way for her 5-year old son, who had immediately jumped to the opportunity of open arms and the promise of a warm hug.

"Mommy! Can you play with me now??!!! Please!!!!!!!" The boy asked.

The woman looked down at the boy in her arms who looked back with an innocent questioning face. She smiled and gently brushed aside the midnight hair that that framed his soulful yet strange silver eyes.

"Oh I can't dear, not right now." She answered him slowly. When she saw how unhappy her son was she quickly added, "But I'll tell you a story. Do you want to hear it?"

The boy was immediately hooked at the mention of stories.

"Hooray! Hooray! A story!!!" The boy jumped up and down in front of his mother excitedly. He accidentally tripped himself and fell flat on his face. However, he picked himself up and with an embarrassed face resumes his jumping with a twinkle in his eyes and a cheeky grin.

(Not only does he look like his father, he acts like him as well.) She thought, not realizing that she had said it out aloud.

"But me don't look like Daddy at all. Daddy has spikes on his head like this and he doesn't have any eyes." The child grabbed some of his hair and tried to make it stand up. When that failed, he closed his eyes and tried to walk around the room.

The woman managed to catch up with her son before he knocked down another of her vases like he did last week. Laughing, the boy opened his eyes and gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek. Pointing to one of the pictures on the wall, the boy said, "Me thinks that me look more like him."

The woman looked toward the direction he was pointing at. It had the picture her when she was younger with two of her best friends, one of them now her husband. A sad smile came to her face.

"When's Daddy coming home?" he added.

"He'll be home any minute now. You know he's busy at the Pokemon Breeding Center. Now do you want to listen to my story or not, you little devil?"

"Yes! Yes! Me wanna hear Mommy's story!!!"

Misty Rockfield, formerly known as Misty Waterflower, sat her son down beside her and told him the story that had changed her life forever.


Um…review? =P

==Crimson Flame==