Spearow
Eats bugs in grassy areas. It has to flap its short wings at high speed to stay airborne.
Once the entry is created, nothing matters anymore. Just some Pokemon out in the field, better than Pidgey but not as good as the option for a fully evolved Charmander.
Spearow was still just another normal/flying type. Well most of them are.
Rumors started to fly, it was gold, it was green, it was different.
The trainers run out into the woods, full bags and strong Pokemon.
The professor of Pallet had announced its species.
A shiny Spearow was in the woods of Viridian.
And everyone wanted it.
For bounty, for bragging rights, for an addition to their team, no real trainer would leave this opportunity to the dust.
The Spearow is too weak to fly, too weak to run. Hiding is fruitless, its feathers catching the smallest of rays from the sun. Why was it born like this? Why couldn't it be normal? Why couldn't it be happy?
No one wanted it because it could or couldn't battle; they wanted it because it was different. It would only end up being used. Hiding in its poorly built nest it spent its days hiding, from everything. Pokemon, humans, sunlight, family. The only thing allowed was complete and utter darkness.
Then came the hunger, the pain of being alone, and the pain of not having enough to eat. It wanted love, it wanted life, it wanted food, it wanted a warm place to sleep.
It was raining, a little girl had tripped landing in front of its hiding place. Small soft hands, warm food. The girl wanted it for what it was. She kept it a secret from everyone else.
That was what it wanted, love. To be loved for what it was, not what it was worth…well it depended on the worth.
Then the happiness ended, too soon, too fast.
The girl was attacked, by a jealous trainer angry that someone so young had beaten him to a prize that was never his.
The trainer only meant to hurt the girl, he wanted the Spearow for himself. He didn't mean to let the girl go unscratched… and kill the Spearow.
The pain was immense, but the girl was safe. Safe…
Falling to the ground the Spearow felt content, it died protecting someone it loved. It wasn't fair, but the Spearow knew that this would happen one day. As long as the girl lives, he will live with her. In her heart.
The funeral was small, only the girl and surrounding forest Pokemon. A small round stone was its grave marker, glittering with some mystery. Lying in the blossoming flowers, where the sun always shown, where the girl forced a smile.
It wasn't perfect, but now there were no more questions. No more if's.
A/N Okay, I've been re-writting (editing) a bit of stuff. So I'll be going though these. And then I promise to post.