Welcome to my Advanceshipping FanFiction, Destiny of the Aura! This Fiction is going to contain many other interesting ships so stay tuned. I have a short prologue here, (By short, I mean it!) so I hope you enjoy! I also am going to be including banners at the end of the Prologue, free for you to use as long as you credit the original artists! Please note, this is going to be somewhere between PG-13 and R. It won't be going all the way, but it'll be around the range of 14-A. That means some descriptive scenes, but nothing like a lemon, or an R fiction. Sorry for the shortness of the Prologue, I just wanted to give you guys a glimpse into the story! There will be other shippings, but Advanceshipping is the primary. Enjoy guys and gals, and feel free to leave a comment or review
It was a sunny day, not a speck in the sky. That didn’t stop a certain blunette girl from having her head in the clouds.
“Dawn, you really got to stop zoning out like that” A young, raven-haired boy said while waving a gloved hand in front of the girl’s face.
Dawn merely sighed, not knowing what was wrong with her. Maybe I’m just bored.. Yeah I’ll play a game with myself! She giggled, causing Ash and Brock to look at her with a concerned face.
Her soft, sapphire eyes drifted towards Pikachu, his yellow, sleek fur, his lightning bolt tail which was bobbing up and down as Ash moved around, his cute face, consisted of red circles on his cheeks, which contained a deadly amount of electricity, enough to shock a Ho-Oh. His ears twitched occasionally in the wind, picking up the different sounds of the small forest they were hiking though.
She turned her attention to the flowers on the side of the road, in full bloom. She dropped to her knees, picked one out of the grass and placed it in her hair.
“How does this look guys?” She asked, doing a little twirl while angling her hands at the newfound hair ornament.
Ash was too far ahead to notice, and Brock’s head was in his PokeNav, trying to find the nearest Pokémon Center. Sighing in defeat, the normally go-lucky girl slumped her thin shoulders, and walked drearily along the seemingly eternal dirt path.
Ahead of the young teenage boy, a small clearing laid untouched. He could see the grassy plains, with the perfect tree for shade in the sweltering heat. He looked up at the sky, shielding his eyes with his toned, muscular arm. It was around midday, and the sun was at its peak.
His shirt was stained with sweat, and he frequently wiped his brow on the now soaking shoulder of his shirt. A small metal, and fabric object pressed against his heart, subconsciously reminding him of the memories that came with it. He missed her, but little did he know he would see her soon again, and the half object that he held so dear would become a whole.
After all, when your destiny awaits, “Let the Aura be with you”.
This is the Destiny of the Aura.