When you turned around the next corner, you could tell without a doubt who's home you were in. It was none other than the home of one of the world's most famous Pokemon Trainers, Ash Ketchum, who was on top of his bed. You had only heard about him through the many media outlets which talked about all the times he helped save the world from such disasters as the Orange Islands incident involving the three legendary bird Pokemon of Kanto, and another one from Johto. Then there was the time he saved a little girl from a wild Entei in a mansion that was slowly turning into crystal, and even stopped said crystal from enveloping the land around the mansion, and possibly even the rest of the world.
Those were just a couple of the many things he had done for others, and without expecting a reward in return. He was a true hero in the world of Pokemon. And now, he was a god. One that could snuff you out without even being aware of your existence if you were not careful. But at the same time, you wanted to be closer to Ash, if not because you thought being around someone like him would increase your chances of getting back to normal and surviving, then perhaps to worship the hero god that was this young man.
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