The Wishing LatiosOnce there lived a child from the unnova region. He had no Pokémon of his own. One thing he did have was his grandmother. She told him stories about many legendary Pokémon throughout the world. In particular, there was a tale about a wish giving Latios. This Latios had been said to have received this ability from the dying breath of a Jirachi. It was said that if you filled a pot made of gold and green colors. Along with a bag of dirt and one flower found from each region. Bringing it to this Latios would cause something magical to occur.
The boy dreamed every night about finding the Eon Pokémon. With the pot in hand setting it gently on the ground. The pot now in front of Latios. He would look down at all of the flowers. Softly breathing on each one individually. Each flower dissolved revealing various treasures, many items for catching and caring for Pokémon, and fruit with the power to heal any illness. Finally, even a large palace rose from behind them several h
Pokemon Heroes: New Light chapter 2Chapter 2: Return of a friend
It had been 6 months since Latias had attempted suicide. At the moment she was resting in her comfy bed in the Pokemon Center that she had been brought to half a year ago. She sighed as she waited for Bianca or Lorenzo to arrive and keep her some company. She still felt the same as she did 6 months ago, although Bianca had told her that Ash was currently roaming the Hoenn Region. He was once again trying to prove himself by battling against the gym leaders so he could enter the Hoenn League. He felt he needed to redeem himself since his previous attempt in Johto had failed. The news about him had raised Latias' mood quite bit. She was slowly getting over the death of Latios, although the loneliness she had felt for the past half a year still remained within her. She knew there was only one thing that would fill the emptiness she felt. She wanted to see Ash again.
Bianca walked into the room and gave Latias a slight smile. Latias gave her an unusually brigh
Pokemon Heroes: New LightChapter One: Latias' Depression
It had been couple days since Ash had left Altomare. Latias had been left alone to face the cruel loneliness that awaited her in the hidden garden. She had tried to act normal for the first couple of days after her brothers sacrifice, but the fact that she would never see Latios again soon began to take its toll on her. Her usual cheerful attitude turned into one of depression. She spent most of her days crying or staring at the Soul Dew which was all that remained her brother. Bianca and Lorenzo had tried their best to cheer her up, and it had worked for a little while, but soon even their presence didn't cheer her up. Her mood had been somewhat lifted when she heard that the two rocket grunts had been arrested and send to jail for life after almost destroying Altomare and indirectly killing her brother, but only for a a little bit. Soon she was back to her new, gloomy self.
It was early in the morning and Latias was sle
Pokemon Heroes: New Light chapter 3Chapter 3: Soul Dew of Latias
The group was currently at Latias' room in the Pokemon Center having their small lunch. Ash had taken out his entire Hoenn team which contained Swellow, Corphish, Grovyle, Torkoal, Glalie and of course his Pikachu, making the room rather cramped. Latias had absolutely loved Brock's Pokemon food. She had actually eaten 3 full bowls of it.
"Your food sure is great..." Latias said trying to remember Brock's name as she licked her lips happily.
"Brock, just call me Brock." He said and smiled. She's eating even faster than Ash...
Latias blushed lightly. "Okay... Brock. I'll try to remember your name," She said. Awkward...
Bianca and Lorenzo blinked at Latias. She hadn't eaten this well since since Latios' death. They were happy to her becoming her former self again. The lunch dragged out a bit as Ash and Brock asked many questions about how Latias had been. Latias became friends with Ash's Hoenn team quickly, though she was a bit cautious around Glal
Here I was again, trapped in a hopeless situation because I let someone get to close and they ended up lying to me. Though this time it proved to be the worst consequence to date, and it was turning fatal. Pushing against the walls of my 'Prison', I tried for the umpteenth time to get out, but all my efforts were for not. The walls of my prison would give as much as they would take, but there was no hope that they would give any more than a slight bit or tare open.
My cell began to secrete some kind of slimy like substance that I could feel was slowly beginning to dissolve my skin. "You lied to me. Me!" I shouted as I punched/kicked/etc at the walls, only to have my efforts glance off like a boxer hitting a well greased punching bag.
'Think not of it as a lie, more like bending the truth. It was you that did not stipulate the full details of our arrangement.' I heard a v
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