The Master Six

Chapter One

"Heather," my father said, "the time has come."

He kneeled down in front of me.  I was very young back then, and I guess I didn't really understand what was happening.  All I knew was that me, my father, and his Growlithe, Red, had come to my Aunt Janet's house in Cerulean City.  It was evening, and it was kinda dark outside.  There was a slight rain, Cerulean City was supposed to be a watery town.

We were at the end of the walkway that leads up to Aunt Janet's house.  I had run up and down this walkway a hundred times.  Me, and my pet Pidgey, Maxx.  Pidgey was with me now, standing with my father.

"Follow me Heather," he said as he took my hand and led me up to the front door, "we mustn't keep your Aunty waiting."

"Yes daddy."

My mother died one year ago, and my father hadn't been the same since.  He was always in a dark mood, Red even seemed to share the feeling with my father.  But, my father was still there for me.  Until now, now he really seemed to be depressed.  That was why we were at Aunt Janet's.

We reached the door.

"Heather, I love you," my father said with tears in his eyes, "I...I don't know when I will see you again.  Ever since your mother...left...I haven't been able to get my life back together.  I don't think I can take care of you anymore.  Now, we've talked about this, and you are not going to give Aunt Janet a hard time are you?"

"No daddy, I remember what you told me."

"Heh, of course dear.  Now, me and Red are going to go off and find us a new life eh?  We'll go and become rich kings, and then we'll come for you and everything will be wonderful again.  Don't worry, I'll come back for you.  You stay here with Max and Aunt Janet, they'll take care of you.  Won't you Max?"  He rubbed the top of Max's head the way he always does, and Max shook and looked up at him that way he always does.

"Don't worry daddy," I said to him, "I'll be alright.  I'm a big girl (5 1/2), I can take care of myself."

"Of course you can," he chuckled, "but we'll let Aunt Janet help out a little huh?"

"Yes daddy, Aunt Janet is fun.  Me and Max will be fine.  Now go, you have a king to become."  I shooed him on.  I was looking forward to spending time with Aunt Janet, she was really a lot of fun.  Daddy being gone was sad, but not horrible.

"Don't worry," he said again, "I'm sure you'll do just fine.  But, I...I want you to have this my dear."  He pulled a small brown box out of his pocket.  It was dark, and looked like it was made out of wood.

"What is it daddy?" I asked, taking it from him slowly.

"It's...it's your...destiny my dear," he choked back, it almost seemed difficult for him to say it, "it's..."

Suddenly the door thrust open.  Aunt Janet appeared, she looked stricken and a little upset.

"What do you think you're doing?," she almost shouted at my father," what do you think you're doing giving that to her?  Isn't it bad enough that you are abandoning her, but you have to give her that accursed thing."

"You were watching us," my father accused, "and besides, I'd already discussed this with you.  We decided she would be better off growing up here with you.  I am not abandoning her!"

"Yes, I know," she responded calmly, "and I am happy to take her, I'm sorry.  But she does not need that...that thing."  She took the box out of my hands, and held it out to my father.

"No...no...," he said, pushing it back towards Aunt Janet, "she must take it.  If she can't have it know, then you should at least hold onto it.  It is her destiny Janet, you know that.  You know it as well as I do, Heather will someday have need of it."

She took it back, and put it into an apron pocket.

"Very well Malcolm," she said, using my father's real name, "I will hold on to it, but know this, I do not approve of this thing.  I do not believe that Heather will ever need to use it.  But, I will take it anyway.  Now go.  You have other things to do now."  She took a step back.

My father kneeled down beside me again, and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Heather, my dear Heather," he said, looking me into the eyes, "How beautiful you have become.  Your mother would be so happy for you.  I am so happy for you."

He then hugged me very closely.  "I love you Heather."

"I love you too daddy."

Then, reluctantly, he let me go and stood up.  He stepped back, and nodded to Aunt Janet.  Red came to me, and nuzzled against my neck.  I gave him a hug, and could almost see tears in his eyes.  Then, my father turned away and began to walk back down the walkway.  Red turned and followed after him, the faithful Growlithe.  I was as happy as ever, Aunt Janet was a lot of fun, as were her four Meowths.  I was going to have a great time.

Aunt Janet put her arm on my shoulders and began to lead me into the house.  I took one last look back at my father.

It was the last time I would ever see him.

I was very young back then, and I guess I didn't really understand what was happening.