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DEEP WITHIN THE HEART OF KANTO…

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"Boring," Ash yawned.



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THERE LIES A DUNGEON.

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Ash snapped forward, almost toppling from his chair as he crashed into the table with excitement. "Now you're talking!" he exclaimed.

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ITS LOCATION HAS BEEN UNCOVERED…

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Solo spread the map across the table, leaning back so his youthful cohorts could move in closer to see. He slammed his finger down near the edge of the Moon Mountain range, just outside of Cerulean City. "Giovanni has learned the location of the Dungeon," he said solemnly.

Brock frowned, scratching his brow. "Is that bad?"

Though his face was featureless, Solo's blank expression nevertheless conveyed extreme worry. "You'd better believe it."

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ITS TREASURES ARE UNBELIEVABLE…

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The team stood at the top of the precipice, looking down the mountain to the path below. Not five minutes behind them marched an army, two men wide and fifty men long. They filled the narrow trail, stomping along with military precision, and wore dark, ominous uniforms. Emblazoned on each of their chests was an enormous, blood-red 'R'.

"Oh my God…" Misty's hand flew to her mouth to stifle her cry of terror as she watched the largest concentration of Team Rocket troops she had ever seen follow their footsteps through the mountains. There was only one reason they could possibly be there.

Solo's masked mouth drew taught. "So now it's war…"

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ITS PURPOSE IS…

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Ash stood next to the tall mercenary, and tugged the bill of his battered League cap down over his eyes.

"Good." he uttered, glaring down at the Rockets with contempt.

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UNKNOWN

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Solo folded his arms, glaring at the group of young people in front of him. They had gathered in Oak's lab, each knowing the task at hand, and each knowing the price of failure. He saw in their faces the same sort of drive he had felt at their age, and it scared him, for he knew what lay ahead of them. But did they know?

"If Giovanni's allowed to enter the Unknown Dungeon," he told them, "It could mean the end of the world." Flint stood at his elbow, and nodded in agreement with his old friend.

For several moments, there was no sound. It was Ash who broke the silence. "So…That's bad." he stated slowly.

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THIS SPRING…

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Gary exchanged glances with their new ally, and then looked down again. He gripped the edge of the hatch, dearly hoping that the pilot of their plane didn't decide to suddenly bank and toss them out prematurely. Below them, the world sprawled out like an enormous carpet and was dotted with white, cottony clouds.

"This is nuts," he muttered, pulling a pair of flight goggles over his eyes and checking his harness once again.

"True," his jumping buddy agreed. "But who wants t'live forevah?" Before Gary could respond, he was violently shoved out of the plane, followed quickly by a "Geronimo!"

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GET READY FOR NEW ADVENTURES…

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Misty looked down into her Pokégear, eyeballing the device incredulity. "What did you say?"

"It's an impossible mission," Ash's voice filtered through the device. Several people in the gym gave her funny looks as she talked into her wrist, but she ignored them. "Danger, death, and the potential for a world-ending apocalyptic explosion…or something."

A slow smile spread across Misty's features. "You always did know how to show a girl a good time, Ash." she teased him.

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NEW ALLIES…

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"Name's Trenton," the dark-skinned boy extended his hand around the flames. In the blackness of the wilderness night, Misty could have sworn that the gleam in his eye wasn't just from their campfire. "An' you must be Misty."

"Nice to meet you," she greeted him. "How'd you know?"

"Oh, Ash won't shut up about you," Trenton leered at her with pearly teeth. "Though I must say," he added, slicking back his cropped, woolen hair, "He didn't do you justice."

She blushed at the attention. "Why thank you."

"The way he described you, I never imagined you would have such big-"

"TRENTON!" Ash shot from outside the fire circle as he helped Brock prepare their dinner.

"What?" Trenton looked back to Ash with honest confusion, completely missing Misty's growing rage. "I thought I was complimentin' 'er!"

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AND DISCOVER THE TRUE POWER…

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"This is your last chance, old friend." Giovanni warned him, training a gun at his chest. "Tell me where the relic is."

The dark-haired warrior glared scornfully at his former partner. He drew himself up, puffing out his chest and squaring his shoulders. "Never," he growled, and spat at Giovanni's boots.

Giovanni shrugged and sighed. "Very well." he said, and pulled the trigger.

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OF THE HEART…

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The world fell down around their ears, raining boulders that could easily crush them in an instant…and Misty didn't care. She grasped at the hand of the man she loved, tugging him back to her before he could run back into certain death. "Ash, wait!"

Ash jerked back at her powerful pull. His momentum carried him right into her, and they crashed together, falling to the ground in each other's arms. He looked into her large, luminous eyes, and stared right into her soul. And without a single doubt left in his mind, he knew what he had to do. Reaching up, he cradled her face in his hands, gently stroking the hair from her cheek as millions of tons of earth rumbled around them.

"I love you," he murmured.

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ASH

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"Ash…" Misty murmured, staring uncomfortably at the man she had loved, the man she hadn't seen in close to two years.

He rose above the crests of the hills surrounding Pallet, looking so different than she remembered. And yet, there was much the same about him; his long, tangled hair beneath that ancient hat; his broad, athletic shoulders contained inside his blue League jacket; the dark Z's that framed his eyes, just above that roguish smile that always drove her insane.



It was so good to see him again.

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MISTY

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Ash reached the top of the hill, catching sight of a shimmering column of glorious red that wafted in the gentle breeze. He watched her rose-petal lips curl in a smile, and felt his own doing the same. She looked so different, and yet she was still the Misty he remembered; that curvy frame beneath a yellow tank top; those long, slender legs that cocked her hips at a jaunty angle; those blue eyes that pierced his very spirit with no effort at all.

"Misty," he whispered.

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BROCK

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Brock looked between the two, smirking as they made goo-goo eyes at each other. It was always the same thing; whenever they were on the same wavelength, the world just seemed to disappear.

"Brock," he said in a hush, not wanting to be left out.

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AND THE REST…

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"Pika!" Pikachu huffed indignantly.

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IN THE GREATEST ADVENTURE OF THEIR LIVES

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"I'm perfectly willing to let you all walk away," Giovanni informed his adversaries graciously.

Ash gritted his teeth, clutching a pair of Pokéballs in his hands. Standing before him was Giovanni, and behind him, an army of Team Rocket thugs. Each of the Rocket goons wielded their own Pokémon, and were slowly advancing on the small crew of heroes. Behind Ash, the mouth of the Unknown Dungeon hung in a haze of fresh dust and grit kicked up from the explosives that had uncovered it.

He thumbed the activation triggers, feeling each ball click against his calloused skin. His eyes narrowed, and his lips pulled back in an insane smile. Pikachu sparked and snarled at his feet, and to either side, he knew his friends were girding themselves for battle as well. For all they knew, they were all that stood between Team Rocket and total global domination.

"Let's do this," he said, and tossed the Pokéballs into the fray.

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BADGEQUEST: THE MOVIE

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"This is the weirdest shit I've ever heard!" Trenton groused, swiping at the map on the table with a look of disbelief.

Brock eyeballed the newcomer. "Really? We deal with this kind of stuff all the time."

"Yeah," Ash agreed.

"Pretty routine." Misty sighed.

Trenton looked at each of them, then shook his head. "You're all bloody nuts."

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