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Well since I want to continue this and it was in a dead form I'm reposting it sepreatly and will add more chapters soon

Title: The Boundaries of Destiny
Chapter 1: A Baby's Sense of Freedom.

"What is destiny? Is it some supernatural predecided purpose of a being that they have no choice but to fulfil? Is it an undetermind presence that can be realized once a certain action or event has occurred in an individual's life? But most importantly, can it be stopped and, in changing that event or events, the future be altered. We can only hope that it is possible, so we may one day dismantle the horrible images that we call our world.
For a millenium our freedom has been slowly chocked away and the Pokemon that were once our pets, our partners and our freinds have been almost completley eradicated. I just can't stand it anymore! And now, I have found a means that may dispell the eternal darkness that is in our land, and in our hearts.
I ask, no I beg you for your support in my cause. We may fail, the Prince of Ice may yet again run us from our homes. But I plan to die knowing that I tried. That I tried to bring warmth back to this desolate, joyless wasteland. Please, for the people, for the Pokemon and for the world join me and may this be one last rebellion of will. Meet me at Ashton Square today and remake history.

May the Prince of Ice burn.
Alexandria Mayhon Debruff, Fighter of Freedom."

"Wow, old Alei sure can write a good letter, can't she Jimmy?"??Benny asked me.
"She sure can little bro." I repleid.
But in my heart I hoped he hadn't taken it to seriously. This wasn't the first time since the Artic Expansion that some one had "come up with a solution". Many times people had tried and failed to destroy the Ice Prince's control. None were currently know to have survived. This would be no different. I stood there, just thinking for a long while.
"Well you like, right Oakly?" Ben said to the bundle he cradled in his blanket.
"Bonsley Bonsley!" Oakly yelled. The little Pokemon began to cry and then promptley jumped out of Benney's hands sprinting away before he could blink.
This sudden outburst jolted me out of thought's and I grabbed my brother's hand and began to run. As I led Benny down the paths that Bonsley fled down I couldn't focus on anything other then the little baby, wailling the entire chace. Finally when I thought my lings would burst Oakly stopped in front of a huge crowd of people. I fell to the ground panting heavily as Benny rushed over to Oakly and began complaining that he had dropped his blanket. I lay there on the ground the cold air rushing through my short hair, unable to move. After what seemed like a decade I got up to see where I was, I saw the big redwood sign that read: Ashton Square. I stood there, just average albino kid looking down on a miniture tree feeling like a complete lamebrain with my mouth hanging open. As I stared down at Oakly dumbfounded the little creature looked up at me, grinned at me and said, "Bonsley!"
 
Chapter 2
The Prince’s Turf


The Prince sat in his throne, lost in thought. He thought of happier times, all of them in his childhood as a breeze blew his cape in front of him. A peasant would’ve marveled at the idea that a man whose palace was worth more then everything left in the world could feel ill contempt. His six-foot high throne alone, with all the ice, jewels and insignias on it, was worth more then the entire northern hemisphere. Yet the Prince felt it all the same and the only thing that could lift his spirit was seeing some else’s destroyed.
The Prince was about to call for a prisoner when the chamber was filled with a blinding light. “D*** it,” screamed the Prince, “Alsablen! Get in here and close the wretched curtains!” Within a second his surroundings were dim as they were supposed to be. “What have I told you about leaving the curtains open you fool!” he hollered at his minion. Alsaben hung his head and bowed before his master. He knew what was to happen and was not surprised at the sudden pain or the change of scenery. He staggered to his feet to see a flash of ice; it was the last thing he saw before he passed out.
He scoffed as he sheathed his sword. It had been hand carved for him the day he crowned prince. It had slain many enemies both human and Pokemon, that was its purpose. But Alsablen wasn’t dead, no the Prince couldn’t bring him self to kill him even if he had wanted to. Alsablen was the last thing left of his past. Looking at him sprawled out; unconscious brought back memories that brought feelings of anger and for the first time in years a tear trickled down the Prince’s face. Within seconds it was frozen solid. “Gyhoooo!” an Articuno screamed. The Prince wiped the tear from his face and turned to face Articuno. The mighty bird landed in front of the Prince for a moment, then was gone. In its place sat one of the prisoners, he was an older man with a beard and a heavy gut. The man began pleading with the Prince to spare his life. But the icy ruler simply pulled out his sword and had it fulfill its duty. And it did, for the 6 millionth, time.
Alsablen regained consciousness to see the man’s body sprawled on the floor. He stood up and walked to the prince’s side. He sat down and hung his head, so he wouldn’t have to stare into the unblinking eyes of another victim.
 
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