Ok so I wrote this a few days ago in study hall cause I was bored and had nothing else to do. Spearow is also one of my favorite Pokémon ever. This is also my first Pokémon fic. Ever.
It was hurt.
She knew it was hurt and wanted to help the little red and brown bird in front of her, but she was scared.
Her daddy had warned her many times of how dangerous a Spearow could be, a wild one like this was possible the worst.
Only being six years old and not having any experience with wild Pokémon she just didn't know what to do.
The bird just looked at her with pleading eyes.
He didn't know what to do.
Spearow looked up at the little human in front of him.
Humans were bad, after all he had watched a bad human kill his parents.
Now he was alone, hurt, and defenseless in front of a human.
Being as young as he was he didn't know what to do, after all he had just hatched a little over a week ago and was barely at level two.
As he gazed at the human before him he tried to figure out how she was different from the bad human that killed him mum and da.
Well it was smaller for one thing and looked much younger.
He also assumed it to female based off of her large eyes that he had noticed that almost every female creature had.
It also looked about as scared as he felt, and for some reason he wanted to change that.
He wanted to see it smile.
The Spearow carefully got to its feet and began to hobble over to the girl as she took a few steps back in her fear.
It closed its eyes and lowered its head when it was right next to her, offering her to pet him.
Realizing this the girl giggled as she reached out and pet the bird's head.
Maybe Spearow weren't all as bad as her daddy had said...