I was a very intuitive child, according to my parents. They would always say that when introducing me to people. I didn't quite know what it meant at the time, but if it made them happy, I was too.

The world is a strange and magical place, and I loved to explore it when I was little. My family lived on a large island, untouched and serene. There weren't any big factories, or clunky cars releasing smoke into the atmosphere. Just the gentle caress of the mountain wind and the steady sway of the trees.

Summer was warm, Spring and Fall were chilly, and Winter was filled with snow. When I had time, I'd run outside and try to watch the seasons change. My parents would sometimes have to drag me inside when I got lost in the colors.

One day, on my birthday, my father and I went to play outside with my older sister. Our house was (and still is) right by a large forest that I often found myself walking through, searching for new and pretty things. It was the middle of winter and snow fell gently to our feet. My father brought our Beartic with us as we set to work building a snowman. The humble giant took great care lifting me up so that I could place the carrot nose on the icy creation.

As we stumbled around through the snow looking for rock buttons, I heard a small voice call out to me. It was soft and sad, unlike any I had ever heard. My feet dragged me further into the forest, leading me to a small clearing. My father and sister must have not heard, as they were no where close to me.

The voice seemed to echo through my mind, and i drifted closer to the clearing. A large boulder had rolled down from the nearby mountain, probably a small avalanche had caused it. But it appeared that there was a body under it. I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't seen the black horn poking out of the snow.

Spine tingling and with stiff muscles, I edged my way towards the fallen creature. Its red eyes looked up at me, painfully and unsure. Its paw reached out and fell to my feet as it let out a whimper. It didn't take me long to realize it was an Absol.

"Oh my Arceus." I breathed, my knees buckling. With hesitant hands, I stroked its matted fur, hoping to soothe some of its pain. After a moment, it relaxed into my touch, and the soft voice came back.

"Save him."

My motion was paused as I took in the plead. I looked around and spotted another Absol across the clearing, this one significantly smaller. Running over, I could hear my father calling out to me. My voice cracking, I called for him to hurry.

Taking the young Absol into my arms, I began to feel around for any broken bones or injuries. To my relief, there is only a slight cut on his foot. When I looked back at his face, my eyes widened in shock. I had expected red eyes, but was met with a blue - almost white - color. He looked at me sleepily and unafraid, laying his head on my forearm.

My father and sister came running into the clearing, shouting my name. But their voices sounded muffled, and all I could hear was my own heart as I looked at the small creature in my arms, his eyes capturing my very being. It was then I could feel the spark of a connection. One that I knew would be between us for as long as possible.

I had never wanted to protect something so bad.

A year went by. My family took in the orphaned Absol, but he eventually became solely mine. We worked together swimmingly, and my parents were glad I finally had a friend. Since I wasn't a very social child, I didn't know many people. School was simply for working, and other kids thought I was weird.

I had soon named the Absol Eclipse. His fur and eyes reminded me that of a moon, but his face and horn stuck out like darkness. We would venture into the woods together, sleep together, and eat together. We were inseparable. He was my first pokemon.

But not everything was as great.

People in our town saw me as a demon child. Dark types were thought to be wild and hard to tame. They would call my parents crazy for giving me one, and me for wanting one. They said my parents were a disgrace to researchers, saying they should know better.

When I walked into town with Eclipse at my side, mothers held their children closer, kids my age would back away or shout insults until they drove me back out. I stopped going into town.

I didn't care if they thought I was crazy, or if they thought my parents were crazy. If I couldn't go to town, I'd do something else. My sister got me sketchbooks and a camera, so my adventures could be more fulfilling. My parents would sometimes take me to their lab and let me see what they were researching.

One of the things they were researching was the bond between a trainer and their pokemon. They found there was actually a very powerful source of energy in the link, and sought after what it could fully do. They even brought home an egg to see if a pokemon chose or could sense a link before it even hatched. I loved watching them tinker with their devices as they read and and stored their findings. They did it so beautifully and in sync.

A storm came into town a few days before thee egg was due to hatch. Me, my sister, and Eclipse were huddled on the couch, waiting for my parents to get home from work.

The sky was littered with lighting, and thunder shook our house. Rain pounded against the roof, and my worry only grew. The egg sat on the table in front of us. Silent and still.

Before we knew it, it was close to morning. Our parents were still no where to be seen. The storm ended, and we waited a few more hours.

The phone rang.

I looked down at the egg, only to find it grey in color. My sister walked over to the phone. I picked up the egg.

The egg was stone, and my sister had picked up the receiver.

It always hurts when you already know the news.

This is my first story I've uploaded. I wanted some feedback on my writing, and also test the waters here. The rating may go up as the story continues, as I will be going into some darkish themes. Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up by tomorrow. So please tell me what you think! :)