Chapter 1

I had little feeling in the darkness of my egg, mentally. During that period, it felt like a prophecy, something that I would feel for a long time, even after the hatching. But I would correct that, correct the disapproval of my kind, and especially my line of evolution. Did someone convey this message to me beyond my egg-shell? Or was it an abnormal miasma of reality flow through me? Exactly, who would know... Aside from messages coming from possibly beyond the grave, I knew the darkness would follow me, after hatching, I needed to push through. Push through the barriers of my life that blinded me from what every Pokemon needs to accomplish, a life-long mission entrusted onto the Pokemon by the one and only creator. Was every mission set upon individuals equally important, or was I destined for greater things? There was no more time for pondering on what I thought were fruitless thoughts. I waited, disdainfully enjoying the few remaining moments before entering reality.

It was time.

(Awhile later...)

The shell was unbelievably pliant. Piece by piece, I cracked through, oddly enough I noticed I was half blind, seeing as how the light did not filter through the darkness of my corrupt vision and thick black fur. I gave one last head-butt to the shell, then watched shares of egg burst in the air. Taking in my surroundings, I examined that I was in a forest. It felt exhilarating, not because of being introduced to crisp, clean air, but rather the sense of being able to explore objects around me behind even with my crippling vision. I could only thank my parents for providing me with information about the things around me. But that lead to a few questions...

Did my parents plan to leave me alone, and provide me this information?

Why would they leave me?

Did vaguely familiar beings have to leave you on a hunt to complete a puzzle for the sake of "when the time is right" notion?

The questions weren't endless oddly enough, providing another shot of being in someone's debt. I finally shook off the trance and moved on. As I walked along what seemed like an uncharted land, containing grass high enough to get on the nerves of a compulsive gardener, I finally came to what looked like water. The water had conveyed a feeling of serenity, and an emotion of being a for-like figure remaining undisturbed for thousands of years! Then came my compulsion, whacking me a home-run out of out my creamy state, just for the state of moving on. I frowned as I sat down, looking at my reflection proving I had years of improvement. I sat there, examining myself for awhile, my came vision... I was unaware of any physical feeling describing my body: my horn on my head, the black hair engulfing my whole head, the tuft of black hair at the base of my neck, the short tail, and my dark blue scales around my body. I even noticed I was walking on four legs!... Much shame displayed.

I looked at the pool, emitting no future condolences for disturbing the sentiment that once settled. I had the feeling I was designed to arouse a scene, or, a mess of this world. Cynically, I blamed my parents for disturbing my nature. I finally got to dive into the pool, experiencing the pleasure of causing a higher figure to flip out over the mess I caused. Oh well! I washed off the nurturing fluids which stained me inside the egg, and surprisingly took pleasure in washing off my filth. The water once crystal clear was now flooded with oils and dirt, I popped my head out of the water, and I smelled the reek of a dragon. My reek contaminating the innocence and purity of the pool put me deep in thought. Moments later I hopped out of the pool, shaking the water as it flew everywhere, and then I continued, leaving the pool for dead.

The wind blew, the grass responded with a wave, the leaves of the oak trees made a sound in tune with the rustling of the grass, and a sound of the nearby river brought in more tranquility, everything was in sync. I questioned this though, was this a moment to cherish? A moment keeping my peaceful facade from breaking, which would unleash my dangerous adrenaline and destructive nature? I was bound to find out. I resumed back into reality, awkwardly thanking natures gift despite the difference in my mind and the real world.

Ironically and suddenly, an unknown scent came to me, it had a facade, unlike mine, as I knew I could smell every symbol of the color pink. But to me, instinctively, the scent meant danger for a dragon like me. I started walking, picking up speed as I nervously scanned the area for a frightening enemy, my body wouldn't let me sprint as if not wanting to trigger my pursuer for a chase. I kept bumping into rocks and trees, behaving like a mouse hitting walls stupidly as it would run away from the predator. The scent got stronger, distracting me from my impaired vision and a downward slope, I lost my step, tumbling down the slope as I frantically lost myself. But then the adrenaline came, as the momentum of tumbling slowed, my vision faded to a transparent red, my scales tingled dangerously, I lost every glint of innocence inside me. I lost myself and snarled, readying the power inside of me, my body transformed anger and savage for power at the expense of my self-control.

Before anything could happen, I felt like my soul asked me why I was asked or have the perseverance to prevent this feral state, this being has done nothing to me yet, except stalk me. Why do I want to follow this norm if I can barely control it, willingly, I accepted I had time to spend, and spend it figuring out why I can't control it. There's no feeling of hate for me being something hated by something projecting a feeling of overall hatred for me, but there is a convincing feeling I have to take my first step and destroy that feeling that others embrace, but how? But I resumed, unable to control myself

But I resumed, unable to control myself

Under the influence of anger and adrenaline, and I had to "obey".I powered up multiple Dragon-Breaths and launched them into the canopy. I launched fireballs which were Incinerate into the trees as well, causing a risk of a fire: The entity got angrier... But that didn't stop my rampaging mind, I kept releasing projectile attacks in the trees, I could sense my stalker. All caught up in the moment, I didn't predict the next move when the creature launched a harsh breeze of pink glitter and powder. The attack flew fast and hit me hard, it caused my scales to sizzle and resonate steam, again, the tingling pain didn't stop me. Jumping back up, dodging another Fairy Wind, I closed in and head-butted the green and white ballerina with immense force.

Coincidentally, the Fairy flew into the river emitting the sounds from before and was carried by the current, splashing about. With that, my feral state dissipated, without reflecting on what happened, I sprinted and then jumped across the river, chasing the forests endless vicinity.

(A few minutes later)

The scent of the fairies went away, I knew this war was just the beginning. Everything he experienced demanded more thought to these trivial matters, something not worth etching a thought about. Out of breath, yet feeling safe, he needed to avoid the vengeance of the fairies, the attacks hurt his scales, he was too young to be battling at all.

Ahead, was a grandfather tree, with vines dangling from the branches, it emitted a strong, pleasant aura. It was hollowed out in the middle, probably due to a bird Pokemon. The dragon hid in the small space and curled up. I whimpered, paying no mind to the recent events.

The dragon released the negative energy that built up from his dark assets. Naturally, he let it flow through, a process dark types went through which was inevitable. He closed his eyes, mentally attending the session, leaving himself in a black hole of his mind. What went unnoticed was what the grandfather was absorbing...

I woke up awhile after my process wasn't complete. My vision cleared, but the first thing I saw really opened my eyes, my dark energy was being absorbed by grandfather tree. All of a sudden, the aura around me went oppressive, I knew that I angered the tree but not purposely! I readied an incinerate in the back of my throat, however, the tree would have none of it: The tree reached for my tuft and flung me out. The tree sitting on the hill, swung endlessly with me as I jumped along as if playing double dutch.

Soon enough it hit me and I yelped in from the pain as my gut throbbed, I flew to other side and hit the ground, and I whimpered. It picked me up again, readied its arm back, and pitched me far away. Out in into the forest, I flew, and the air flowing through the fur slowed down time as if I needed to reflect on something. Was I really incapable of doing this world good?

(Present time in a forest clearing)

It was a clearing she loved, an area, that specifically stood out from the rest of the conventional areas of the forest, the area gave her a sense of relief, relief from the struggles at home. The wind blew perfectly that day, enough where her silver fur would animate glitter into the wind, and the blossom petals and leaves from the delicate fruit trees carried by the wind covered the clearing, it was a scene to behold... All of a sudden, the breeze stopped.

"I guess all scenes don't stay perfect don't they?" Corria asked for no-one in particular. She sighed as she noticed something falling from the sky. she lazily analyzed the scene until it was too late. The object was heading right here she was standing, she had a matter of seconds to react!

In a matter of seconds Corria set up a Light Screen, acting as a barrier for her, and the flying object bounced off the Light Screen like it was a trampoline. The blue Pokemon skidded across the clearing. Corria just sat there blinking, peering across the clearing observing the Pokemon laying there.

The Eevee shouted, "Nice spot to land, genius!". No response... The silver Eevee trotted to the Pokemon, possibly passed out. She rolled her eyes as she walked up to it, but she smelled something of the Pokemon that was a smell all too exotic for the area.

Eevee gasped, "You dragon! You better have a good explanation for being here!" She yelled, waking the Dragon up. He quickly got up and took a few steps away from Corria. "What are you talking about? I don't even know where I am!" He rebutted. "For your information, you ruined the scenery here, and dragons are not allowed in Green Hallow forest..." The Eevee said in a sassy tone. "Give empathy why won't you, again, I DONT KNOW WHERE I AM!" The Deino growled.

"Ugh, what's your name? you are lost are you?" The Eevee said with a sigh. The Deino observed the area and had no idea, an entirely new area. "Let me guess, I hatched almost 2 days ago, a "thing" attacked me, and a tree threw me right into you," Deino answered. A long, prolonged silence stood between the two. Eevee gave him a couple looks, she wondered what he looked like under that fur, except for his mouth, of course.

The dragon was sitting on his hind legs, tapping his front feet impatiently: "Well...?" He said. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to find a feeling to compensate the frustration. "Well it looks like I have to get you out of this forest, and that thing is a Fairy, and I'd say you should avoid fairies in this forest." She continued, "Well follow me, I know a place that you should have hatched on in the first place." Corria said.

She walked to the farthest side of the clearing and swished her eyes, signaling him to follow along. He sighed as he hopelessly followed.

(A few minutes later)

They went little ways out of the clearing, not yet into the next transition of the forest. It was too quiet, Deino wondered if the Eevee forgot he was following him. Finally, the silence broke with a question, "So, what's your name? Mine is Corria." She asked and she got an answer moments later. Deino cleared his throat, "I exactly don't have a name, especially since I hatched on an island not indigenous to me, and had no parents to do so." He answered cynically.

She rolled her eyes but didn't look behind, "I'm not gonna call you; a disgusting little dragon, so do you think you need a name now?" She teased. "I'll think about it" He haphazardly answered back. Corria the impatient Eevee quickly came to her breaking point. "You vile little dragon, I'm not waiting any longer, and so will you!" She blurted out. "Watch it! Your not exactly a Fairy ye-" "I may not be, but I will be, and with that in hand I refuse to be disrespected by a dragon, especially an evil one!" Corria said, cutting him off.

Corria projected no sympathy on the outside, but Deino could not decipher whether her hot-headed personality was not enabling her internal sympathy to show? It was typical, a male being frustrated by an extremely proud female, with an inability to accept one's thoughts, declaring them immature. Deino just wanted to get out of this mess, but this was not his goal. She embraced the attributes of soon being a Fairy, but took responsibility for him. Why in lord Arceus' name would she do that? He never asked her for her knowledge, but he thought, 'was it really worth it?'.

Her blood boiled, but it was set on ice as she exhaled. He started to turn back, he sniffled. "Hey don't go! I'm not going to sin just yet at this point, I didn't mean it. It's just that you called a Fairy a thing, and angered that grandfather tree, and your dark attributes prove it..." She blurted out again. The Deino stopped and looked back at her, "And? I'm a disgusting little dragon?" He hopelessly asked. She sniffled as well, sharing the mood with him. She looked up into the canopy, with spectacles of sunlight reflecting off of her fur.

"No, yu- uh." She said, pausing. "No, you are Corrion." She finished. The Eevee walked off before he asked anything else.