Akai
04-22-2008, 02:14 AM
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Jimmy ran down the path, to the small house at the base of the huge mountain range known as Ice Mountain. He was planning on going over the mountain, instead of taking the hazardous Ice Path to Blackthorn City. The young trainer supplied himself, looking at the peak in determination. "Blazer... we're going to reach the top and be in Blackthorn in no time."
"Cyna-Quill!" His small friend cried out happily, in his arms. He smiled, "Yep. I'm going to beat Marina there for sure." A gleam flickered in his eye as an older woman walked up behind him, "Son? Your Mareep and Pidgey are fine. Even your Eevee is in perfect condition. You may take them back." She presented him his PokeBalls. Jimmy thanked the nice lady and clipped his Pokemon to his belt. He glanced at the mountain again, "Say, ma'am... How long does it take to go over Ice Mountain?"
"Go over Ice Mountain!?" She gasped, as an old man came out, his face twisted in objection, "Young'in, you must be out of your mind! That's too dangerous for a kid like you!"
"Seymore, calm down," The woman smiled, but the old man kept ranting, "It's always these cocky kids! 'I can do any thing with my Pokemon...' When I was a kid,..." The old man shuffled off into another room. Jimmy stood there dumbfounded, "Um... thanks?"
"He's rather right, son. Take the Ice Path, for your sake. It's safer." The woman nodded. Jimmy walked to the door, "Thanks, but I think I can make it. Thank you for tending to my Pokemon. See ya." He left, walking to the imfamous Ice Mountain. He watched as several trainers enter the Ice Path cavern and scoff, "Noobs..." He took a long, winding path up the mountain.
Nearly halfway up, the wind turned chilling, making even Cyndaquil shiver from the cold. Jimmy nodded, pulling his hood up, "Yeah, Buddy... This is cold. We're almost to the top. Getting up is the hard part."
"...quil." Cyndaquil moaned, burying himself into the thick jacket. Jimmy gave a worried look, seeing how uncertain his Pokemon was, but he continued to trek the mountainous path, getting into a snowy area. "Wow! Blazer, check this out!" He watched the gentle snow fall softly on the ground. The path he was following was gone, and replaced by the crunching of snow. Cynaquil poked his head out, looking around.
The little Pokemon's eyes lit up at the sight of the beautifully white snow. He wiggled a little, jumping out of the jacket and hitting the frozen ground, yelling out in surprise and jumping up. Jimmy quickly picked him up again, laughing a little, "Sorry, Blazer. Snow is very cold on your little footies. You'd better stay in my jacket. Cyndaquil huffed, looking off, until a big, cold gust of wind blew over them, bringing in more snow. The little Fire Pokemon quickly returned to the jacket's safety. Jimmy held the hood over his head, getting more worried.
The wind calmed down to nothing, letting Jimmy drop his guard again and then blasted him with harsh gales and large flakes of snow. It was a storm, something Jimmy wished he knew about. His visibility faded into nothing, blinded by white specks. The temperature dropped to below zero and Jimmy was left defenseless. He gritted his teeth, hugging Cyndaquil to his body and started running blinding, just looking for something to stay in until the storm passed.
Jimmy ran down the path, to the small house at the base of the huge mountain range known as Ice Mountain. He was planning on going over the mountain, instead of taking the hazardous Ice Path to Blackthorn City. The young trainer supplied himself, looking at the peak in determination. "Blazer... we're going to reach the top and be in Blackthorn in no time."
"Cyna-Quill!" His small friend cried out happily, in his arms. He smiled, "Yep. I'm going to beat Marina there for sure." A gleam flickered in his eye as an older woman walked up behind him, "Son? Your Mareep and Pidgey are fine. Even your Eevee is in perfect condition. You may take them back." She presented him his PokeBalls. Jimmy thanked the nice lady and clipped his Pokemon to his belt. He glanced at the mountain again, "Say, ma'am... How long does it take to go over Ice Mountain?"
"Go over Ice Mountain!?" She gasped, as an old man came out, his face twisted in objection, "Young'in, you must be out of your mind! That's too dangerous for a kid like you!"
"Seymore, calm down," The woman smiled, but the old man kept ranting, "It's always these cocky kids! 'I can do any thing with my Pokemon...' When I was a kid,..." The old man shuffled off into another room. Jimmy stood there dumbfounded, "Um... thanks?"
"He's rather right, son. Take the Ice Path, for your sake. It's safer." The woman nodded. Jimmy walked to the door, "Thanks, but I think I can make it. Thank you for tending to my Pokemon. See ya." He left, walking to the imfamous Ice Mountain. He watched as several trainers enter the Ice Path cavern and scoff, "Noobs..." He took a long, winding path up the mountain.
Nearly halfway up, the wind turned chilling, making even Cyndaquil shiver from the cold. Jimmy nodded, pulling his hood up, "Yeah, Buddy... This is cold. We're almost to the top. Getting up is the hard part."
"...quil." Cyndaquil moaned, burying himself into the thick jacket. Jimmy gave a worried look, seeing how uncertain his Pokemon was, but he continued to trek the mountainous path, getting into a snowy area. "Wow! Blazer, check this out!" He watched the gentle snow fall softly on the ground. The path he was following was gone, and replaced by the crunching of snow. Cynaquil poked his head out, looking around.
The little Pokemon's eyes lit up at the sight of the beautifully white snow. He wiggled a little, jumping out of the jacket and hitting the frozen ground, yelling out in surprise and jumping up. Jimmy quickly picked him up again, laughing a little, "Sorry, Blazer. Snow is very cold on your little footies. You'd better stay in my jacket. Cyndaquil huffed, looking off, until a big, cold gust of wind blew over them, bringing in more snow. The little Fire Pokemon quickly returned to the jacket's safety. Jimmy held the hood over his head, getting more worried.
The wind calmed down to nothing, letting Jimmy drop his guard again and then blasted him with harsh gales and large flakes of snow. It was a storm, something Jimmy wished he knew about. His visibility faded into nothing, blinded by white specks. The temperature dropped to below zero and Jimmy was left defenseless. He gritted his teeth, hugging Cyndaquil to his body and started running blinding, just looking for something to stay in until the storm passed.