(AN: For those who have inquired about my screen name, I think I’ll eventually put an explanation up, including the written language I created. It was originally a race of aliens, basically, that I created during my Animorph phase in third grade. Here I had adapted it to fit my short but serious 5th-grade Pokemon phase.)
This story was translated from Sparkettese to english for your enjoyment.
Our heroes find themselves hopelessly lost in the Rock Tunnel.
“We should have hired a guide,” Misty said nervously as she looked around.
“Nah. They would have kept me from catching Pokemon,” Ash told Misty as he searched the path for any Pokemon or lost items.
“He would probably have kept us out of danger,” Brock replied, even though Ash wasn’t talking to him.
“I laugh in the face of danger! Ha! Ha! H–uh? What was that he asked, hiding behind Brock.
“It’s Jigglypuff,” Misty observed as she saw the balloon Pokemon’s back.
“Yeah, and it sounds like it needs help. Come on,” Brock said as he hurried over.
“Oh wow, an Eevee!” Ash said excitedly. He looked around, “Wow, there must be a ton of pokemon.”
“Hey! Watch it!” Misty yelled as a Ponyta nudger her. “Oh. I think Ponyta wants something.” Her and Brock followed the Ponyta while Ash had Dexter identify some Pokemone.
“Ash! Come quick!” Brock yelled from somewhere to the right. All of a sudden the Pokemon disappeared except Ponyta. Ash hurried over. “Look,” Brock worried. There on the ground lay a girl. She had light brown hair and freckles across the bridge of her nose. She was unconsciouse and there was a good sized cut on her forehead.
“Maybe Ponyta could carry her out. Could you?” Misty asked as she looked to the Pokemon. There seemed to be a glow of sadness in the ponyta’s eyes as she nodded.
“Ok. On three. 1, 2, 3,” Brock said a he picked up the girl in his arms. Ash got the legs and then they all positioned her on Ponyta’s back. Then Ponyta surprised them by leading everyone out of the cave.
“There’s no hospital for miles so we’ll have to take her to a Pokecenter,” Brock said as he looked around.
“Let’s run. We don’t know how long she was there,” Misty added.
(AN: It ends there. Pretty bland writing, as far as I’m concerned. Not good enough to be good but not bad enough to be funny.)
Written: Age 11
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