Newest perspective story coming through.

If you don't know what the perspectiverse is, just know it contains a lot of babying, including things like diapers and such. (No, it's not lewd, get your mind out of there.) If anything the story will probably be rated T, there won't be anything too extreme in here I promise. If you're not sure about it, go read the other perspective stories for reference.

I don't have a message of approval to write the story from KenitohMenara, (Which you should definitely check out, the one that started this universe in the first place.) But I don't even know if they will ever get back on to begin with since Rosa's Perspective hasn't been updated in over a year. (Not a jab or anything, I completely understand, it's a hobby.)

So unless KenitohMenara comes back and tells me to cease writing I'll just put this story out there, full credits to the world go to her though, by all means.

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Don't expect too many of these author notes, I prefer just to post the story, and from now on, if I have anything I want to say they'll probably be at the end of chapters rather then the beginning.

Anyway, thanks for checking it out, and enjoy!

"But… you can't just…" Two figures stood in a forest, the rain pouring around both of them. On one side, illuminated by the lone street light on the edge of town was a young boy, with brown scruffy hair and green eyes. And on the other side, backdropped by the dark forest, was a rather large Flygon.

The Flygon, near tears but with a determined look on her face, nodded at the boy. "Fly...gon" She ever so wished she could explain, or speak to the boy of what she was doing. The boy's face was littered with betrayal, nearing close to a broken heart, "You're just… just going to leave me?" He started in a near whisper. The Flygon started to shed a few tears as she tried to approach the boy again but quickly froze again as he continued. "So after all this I'm being left with nothing? Nobody?" She couldn't stand to look at him at that moment as the guilt she felt crushed her.

After a few moments of near deathly silence if it weren't for the rain, she risked a peak up. The look of her trainer broke her heart in to a million pieces at that moment. What was once a rather cheerful young boy with a strong heart, had turned to a dark seething hatred she had never in a million years expected to come from him. She winced as his voice went from quiet to the sound of anger and being truly broken. "You are the last one… Out of all my pokemon that have left me, I at least expected a warm farewell from you." The boy sat a moment before he whipped his satchel off his shoulder and in to the ground, garnering a whimper from his partner.

"Just… Why?!" He yelled, more out of desperation than true anger.

"What is so compelling about that war going on half the world away huh?!" He looked to his flygon for answers but she was devastated from his reaction.

"First it was Terra, than Star, than it was Paya. All of you so dearly wish to go to the frontlines of this war, and I just don't get it!" His flygon slowly inched herself towards the young boy.

"Jewel…" He started, his voice now softer, "You know I can't stop you, you're my biggest pride as a trainer and I know you'd make one hell of a difference out on the frontlines." Jewel had finally gotten to right in front of him and she made a slow sigh.

He looked up at her, "You're my only family, but if it means you can save some of your or maybe even my species, and it's truely where you wanna go. Than… you have my permission…"

The boy grabbed his satchel and rummaged through it a bit until he came across Jewel's little used; but still binding pokeball. Before the flygon could react he had stood to his feet and thrown the pokeball against the ground as hard as he could. It shattered on impact to an almost dust material. "It's official, I'm no longer a pokemon trainer…" he muttered to himself. His flygon reached down for a hug but the boy held his hand out, stopping her. "Just… leave, you're gonna make it hurt more than I need it to." He said as he turned his back.

He could hear the sound of flapping wings as he began to break down again, he fell to his knees in the rain and cried, for how long did not concern him as the boy was truly alone. The Flygon; in no better shape, barely keeping herself afloat with the weight of the rain, and nearly falling due to her tears.

Half an hour later the boy managed to pick himself off the grass, the rain no longer a downpour but a light sprinkle. He dragged himself begrudgingly towards his little house, left behind by his parents but still empty as ever. He had no energy so once he found a towel and wrapped it around himself he merely fell on to a beanbag in his room and attempted sleep.

7 Months Later

I jolted awake from my sleep, the sound of a large boom of thunder going off right as I became conscious. I absolutely can't stand that nightmare, every few night a week I get that horrible memory as a nightmare. And every single time I wish I could change my actions, I wanted to yell, scream, maybe even a fist fight would have been better, but there was nobody to receive my anger anymore.

Nobody left…

I looked around my cave as the sun began to dawn at the entrance, the storm still raging as hard as ever. There wasn't much light but I could make it out, I was currently in a sleeping bag I used to have around my house. Next to me was a small lantern, a radio, and my old satchel, once used for pokemon training has now been devoted to essential survival supplies, (With a few important items to me still hidden inside).

The cave I was in was near the very top of a mountain, (thankfully not tall enough for it to snow,) although I would probably need to reconsider my hideout once it became winter time. I turned to my radio and started to flick through the channels as I adjusted the antenna. I was constantly flipping through them, hoping to find some semblance of human activity, but all I could hear on the few channels that were used was an assortment of different pokemon; repeating their names like broken records. It shattered my hope more and more each time I heard their voices. Occasionally (like one or twice) I would hear a voice of another trainer come through on what I assumed were the patrol's mics. Half the time it was a kid ranting in the background, I heard horrible things that only terrified me further such as 'Untie me!' and a few time I heard them say 'Please don't make me go back!'.

I had no clue what was going on in the cities and towns and wanted no part in it. Yes, I heard a few rumors before the war finally reached my little town, and the pokemon did make it clear what the were intending, but you never know honestly. What I hear as "taking care of us" could easily be "dispose of them as fast as possible". I don't know the pokemon that wrote the early war broadcasts were still writing rather vague stuff, I'm not even sure if their motives have changed.

There were a couple times kids came through on the mic saying they stole it or managed to take a hostage. Little did they know every single one was being tracked by the main police force of the pokemon. How did I know this? It never took long before the kid talking through the mics were either tackled or went silent after an officer's voice rang out. But the rumors I've heard through those broadcasts has been invaluable at times, mostly survival tips and a few rumors from what kids on the inside if the cities have seen.

I'm not quite sure what happened to all the adults and such though… Thankfully I didn't care for my family because they left the instant the war was heading our direction, only they left without me… yeah… But not long after they did leave did the main human resistance decide they had enough; and that too many people were being injured or worse. After the news humans lost the pokemon just swept the rest of the place up rather quickly, which is why I'm very happy I Left the moment the news was over. You'd think after news like that the streets would be pure panic, riots, terror… But they weren't… I guess it helps to live in a rather small town with lots of older people and not even a town Mayor, so not many of the adults were concerned for their own well-being. If anything on my way into the woods I saw a few families saying goodbye to each other as the children left with large supply packs.

From up here on this cave I could see a few bits of the town below, but as I said it's not a very big town, and it seems not many pokemon had moved into the little place yet. I'm not too worried as I'm close enough for them to not expect me to be here, but I have heard rumors of a "list" of which trainers are left to capture, the thought makes me shudder, but then again they are just rumors. I could see a city on the horizon, it was the city that held most of the houses and stores, I used to make trips there every week to battle in small tournaments, and built up a bit of a name for myself. Of course I was no region champion, I had only beaten 3 gyms after all. But that was in my first year and I really felt like I could do it and go all the way, instead I ended up being just another trainer that most people probably forgot about especially after the war came to a close.

I looked to the side if the cave where my supplies were laid out. About two weeks in water, (though I had a source nearby), and a good two to three weeks in an assortment of berries and a couple other fruits. I really had no clue what I'd do come winter, especially since I lived in a colder region, and was currently on a mountain no less. I probably had a good 4 months left before winter would be a problem, as it's nearing the end of summer really soon.

2 Months Later

I had made a marginally huge mistake. I woke up with the intentions of doing my regular restock of water, only to find my regular source frozen over even though it's only October. Even through a bit of panicking I made the decision to roam farther down the mountain for a new source, though this trek from a new source to the cave would be exhausting I had to find one. And oh boy did I find a source…

I had stumbled my way down the mountain carefully as the leaves were beginning to fall and made it rather dangerous. Once nearing the base of the mountain, (it wasn't very tall) I found this clearing I was in currently, there was a large pond in the middle, with a waterfall cascading of a cliff into it, and a small stream leading further into the treeline. I took a quick glance around while in the treeline, but since I wasn't very equipped clothes wise I was nearly freezing. Anyway I'm not gonna get anywhere by sitting here I might as well rush over and grab the water real quick… I didn't run, but stayed close the the ground and approached as quickly as possible. Once I got to the water I quickly set my bag of empty cartons down and began filling them up. 'Yeesh this water is cold… My hands are numb' As I got to my final sixth carton and stuck it back in my bag neatly I finally was able to look at my hands, they were… Purple and grey, that can't be a good sign but I can't dwell in it. 'If only I had grabbed gloves when I packed at my house.' I thought angrily at my massive overlook.

I began to trek back through the way I came, but the mountain now felt impossibly high, and the wind had picked up as it was turning darker, and much much colder. As I was looking around I noticed a small wooden cabin that belonged to an older man who barely anybody ever saw, but that was before the war… I couldn't directly see any lights on inside, though it was late, maybe if I'm lucky the pokemon haven't found it yet and I can get warmed up? I felt something lightly fall on my nose, 'Great it's snowing' I thought, 'I guess I have no choice now'. I decided on the risky but safer route and started my slight incline towards the quaint little cabin. I made it to the clearing and looked around, no signs of life, I was shaking uncontrollably from the cold, only wearing some jeans and a long sleeve shirt. I began to feel slower and slower as I walked towards the house, even beginning to play with the thought of dropping the near forty pound bag I was lugging around.

Once I did reach the house I put my hands on the doorknob, but it was locked real tight. The windows nearby were locked as well. 'There is no way I will make it to the back of this place, I need warmth now.' I desperately thought. I began to tug at the door, and even tried smashing it open with my shoulder but I was extremely weak, and feeling worse be the second. I was beginning to feel it hard to even stand, I slumped down against the railing which provided little to stop the wind, but it was all I could do. The snow had started to fall much more, it almost seemed to be a blizzard up here. And I was feeling very, very tired. My eyes began to close when I heard the sound of footsteps coming closer, and closer, I slightly peaked an eye open to see what it was, I could make out a figure most likely a pokemon. A slight bit of panic past through me but I passed out anyway.

The weavile was approaching his new home with a couple of bags in one hand, the other shielding his eyes from the wind. "Oh yeah a blizzard tomorrow huh? Those weatherpokes never get it right…" Right than he began to notice a odd pile of clothes or some sort on his porch, but as he came closer he began to see it breathing and realized it was a human, and a child no less! He ran over to the porch and dropped his bags, "Hey! Kid!" He said lightly tugging at his arm, when there was no response panic flushed through his eyes. He quickly took out his keys and unlocked the door as fast as possible. He took the kid in one arm, bags in another and rushed inside, closing the door.

He once again threw the bags to the side now holding the kid with both arms as he ran to the living room, he lowered the child on to a sofa and ran to a nearby closet pulling out five or so blankets. He returned and practically threw them all one at a time on to the boy, he quickly threw logs into the fireplace and began to stoke a fire with immense determination. Just as he began to get it going a nearby door opened, "Roger? Is that you making all that noise? And why are you making a fire you need to sleep." The weavile turned to his glaceon wife who had a groggy confused smile on her face.

"Ah yes but change of plans!" He said paying not much mind to her as he pointed towards the still out cold child.

She looked over and was more confused than anything but he elaborated before she could question. "I found him on our porch passed out, the little guy barely had anything to protect himself out in that blizzard and must've passed out whilst getting some help." He explained. "Maya dear, could you go get me some warm towels?"

She nodded and rushed to get some towels before bringing them to a microwave. A few seconds later she returned and began to wrap them around his head, "Oh the poor dear, he's ice cold!" After she was finished wrapping his head with them she wrapped his feet and hands. She then got up on the couch and managed to wrap herself around him, resting his head on her stomach.

The weavile, now feeling the burn of the adrenaline die off grunted as he now had a considerably good fire going. He stood up and turned to her with a relieved look, "I'm gonna go make some calls… See if I can't figure out what's going on."

His wife nodded, "He's probably one of the trainers still not found by the HAA. Make sure to call them, and see if you can't get a doctor over here as well. He looks very young, he can't be in very good shape having been out there all this time…" She replied with a downcast look.

He nodded and walked out of the room, Maya sighed and looked down at him with a slight smile, "You're safe, us pokemon will take care of you I promise." She said into his ear as she laid her head down, eager to return to resting.

"I'll be damned if you do!" My mom shouted at me. I was eager to go on bigger and better trips these days as a pokemon trainer. My Flygon stood tall behind me with a bit of a shocked look, I had been purposefully avoiding letting her out of her pokeball when I was at home, but she had insisted this time with crossed arms so I could tell she really meant it.

She continued, "I don't care if you have a 'strong' pokemon with you. I don't trust pokemon, and as I've told you before you do not have my approval to even BE a trainer!" Jewel, my flygon, had become very defensive of me. She stepped in front of me with anger on her face as she growled at my mom.

My mom seemed slightly taken-aback by the display but it only made her angrier. "You get bad grades in school, you never help around the house, and now you bring wild animals like THIS thing in to MY house?!" She raged, "You ought to learn a bit of respect!" She had stepped around my flygon and raised her hand as I winced and grabbed my flygons hand tightly.

Jewel became enraged, she grabbed my mom's hand with her other free arm and stuck her snout in her face, growling ferociously. My mom backed away in fear and Jewel made one last little huff of anger where a bit of fire came out of her nostrils. She turned back to me with a worried face to see me crying, she gently picked me up with both her hands and walked out of the house giving my mom a death glare the whole way.

I groggily awoke with a splitting headache I noticed that I could barely move my body, but realized right away I was in a very comfortable spot. I felt a bit of movement from right behind my head and weakly turned my head to look. A rather worried looking glaceon stared back at me, though I could see she was trying to provide a warm smile, "How are you feeling sweetie?" She gently whispered to me.

I must've been speechless for a rather long time as I saw her expression slip farther in to worry, I shook myself out of it slightly, "Y-You can talk?" After saying that I ended in a coughing fit, I faintly noticed the glaceon rubbing my back for comfort.

"Easy… please, save your energy. I'll explain anything you need me to, just please don't panic or react too harshly." She requested. I nodded but still had some fears as to what was going on, though she was currently acting as my pillow so I guess it couldn't be the worst situation.

She than put a paw to my head, "Oh my, you have quite the fever dear… The doctor wasn't kidding!" She said worriedly.

'Doctor?' Just than the weavile came back in and smiled to see me awake.

"Ah! Welcome back to the land of the living lad." He said with a smirk.

Maya's head perked up, "Roger, can you get him a glass of water? Make sure it's not too cold or warm." He nodded and turned to go make it.

I'm so confused right now, pokemon talking, fever, where am I again? She turned to look at me with a small laugh, "That's my husband Roger, love him to bits. Oh! Where are my manners, my name is Maya, Maya Coldcalm." She said proudly. What is this, husband, regular names, even last names? Am I going crazy?

She looked expectantly at me until I realized what she was waiting on. 'Should I tell them though?' I sighed, "Keiran." I said simply.

She nearly gasped, "Wow it really is you! The Little Dragon." She giggled.

My brow raised slightly, "Little… Dragon?" I said questioningly.

She nodded, "The HAA, which I'll explain in a bit what they do, give nearly every trainer that has been on the run for a long period of time a name. Yours just happens to be Little Dragon because of how gifted you were at recruiting and battling with dragon-types as a trainer." She finished.

I started to feel more energy, enough to talk a bit more. "Gifted? All my pokemon left me… I was a horrible trainer." I said with a bit of poison to my words.

She gave me a rather sad look which caught me off guard, "Don't say that… They were more than likely helping in the war, to try and make the world better for you. Who was the last to leave you?" She questioned.

I struggled to say anything from the bad memory, "M-My flygon, Jewel…" I paused, "She begged to leave, but at the same time desperately tried to comfort me before leaving." I began to tear up, "B-but… I pushed her away, yelled at her, and-a-and…"

"Shh…" Maya hushed me as she wrapped her paws around my neck comfortingly, "It's okay. You didn't understand before, I promise she doesn't think any less of you. She might even be out there searching for you."

My ears perked up slightly, "I-I don't want to see her though." Maya seemed confused, "She left me all alone! I had absolutely nobody not even my parents and my best friend, someone I considered family, told me she was gonna fight a war halfway across the continent!" I began coughing again, and as I did Roger came back in with the glass, quickly helping me to get a drink as I could barely move a muscle.

Maya continued, "And I don't blame you. The war was hard for everyone but… it hurt the good trainers the most. And the trainers like you, who I assume considered their pokemon family over their actual families were hit the most." She said calmly, I just solemnly looked down.

"But now you're here, and you're going to be safe. Maybe you can mend your relationship, especially now that Jewel can talk to you for real this time. After you recover at the hospitals obviously." The thought made me shudder.

"What did you mean by doctor earlier anyway? And why can I talk to pokemon now?" I changed subjects, not wanting to deal with it as it was making my headache worse.

She nodded, "Well after you passed out on our porch last night Roger found you. He brought you in quickly and we made a fire, and covered you in blankets. We then called the HAA to explain this, they said they would come by later today for a bit of a meeting. Which reminds me! They needed more info to try and help you out, Roger wanna tell them we found a Little Dragon?" She said with a giggle, causing me to blush. He just nodded with a slight laugh and went to go grab the phone.

"Anyways, we then called a nearby hospital to try and get you some late night help and they very quickly agreed to send a beartic doctor and some supplies to help you out. The doctor got here, examined you, and determined that while you were in the stages of early hypothermia that we had gotten you warm just in time to not cause any lasting damage. But that you would probably get very sick afterwards. He gave us some medications for you along with the pill that allows you to understand pokemon speech."

I looked very curiously at her, "How does it do that?"

She smiled, "It fine tunes your ears and brain to be able to understand us. I'm not quite sure exactly what it does, but I do know it only affects the ears. But anyways other than you waking up that's basically the story." She finished.

I sat there for a minute, "You know I haven't said it but… Thank you two for everything I… I would have died if you hadn't saved me." I gave her a sincere look.

She giggled and nuzzled me again, "It was mostly Roger, he's a bit of a hero when he needs to be."

"But.." I started, "You did comfort me all night, didn't you?"

She thought for a moment, "Yes and it was my pleasure. You are good practice for when I become a mom as well." She smiled. "And might I just say you are possibly one of the most adorable little humans I've seen, and when you snuggled into my fur last night I nearly fainted from the cuteness."

'Wait I did that?' I said in my head, rather surprised. I gave a sheepish smile that turned into a yawn as this fever was killing me. "Someone needs to get some rest." She said while booping me on my nose with her paw playfully. I blushed but agreed with a nod. "I have to get up now, but I'll fetch you a pillow real quick." She lowered my head softly onto the sofa and got up. She entered another room and returned with two pillows that she gently placed under my head.

She looked down at me from the side of the couch, were glaceons always this huge? Like, I just realized her and this weavile are definitely about four times bigger than they were before the war. Anyway she looked down at me and smiled, "Get some rest Keiran, I'll be nearby, if you need anything just holler." I nodded and she gave me a warm nuzzle, but before I could drift off Roger walked into the room with a smile.

"The HAA were ecstatic about the news, said it took a huge load off their minds." He started in a rather large voice.

Maya turned from me to look at him and gave him an exasperated look, "Seriously I just put him nearly to sleep, do you have to come barging in here with your outside voice?" She gave herself a facepalm, facepaw? Yeah facepaw.

Roger looked back at me with an apologetic look as he rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry… I need to work on that, especially before we adopt…"

Maya walked up and coiled around him lovingly, "Well you started, might as well finish it." She said with a smirk.

He nodded, "The HAA were extremely relieved, since Keiran's never raided any places or left signs of himself anywhere, and no pokemon has seen him since we won the war. Said that they'll easily have multiple candidates for adoption, but I informed them of his flygon. Gave them her pokemon name and they said they'd look for her first above all else."

I felt conflicted st the news, I really really wanted to go back to the way it was before, with me and Jewel. But I just… I don't know if I can forgive her. And I don't know if that makes me a bad person, or if I'm selfish or what. But… maybe all we need is a simple talk, which i'm more than ready for. I gave Roger a grateful look, "Thanks for doing that."

He came over and gave me a good grip on the shoulder, "Least I can do for someone who nearly died yesterday." He said nonchalantly.

Maya gave him a rather horrified look and pawed at his arm. "Roger!" She said in disbelief.

Both me and the weavile looked to each other before bursting out with laughs, Maya looked between us two before sighing, and shaking her head. "You two… I swear."

At the end of my laughter I entered another coughing fit, Roger was quick to pat me on the back before helping me get another drink. "Why don't you rest now, the hospital should be here to pick you up later today at around noon, and we wouldn't want you to be out of energy would we?" I shook my head and he gave a quick salute, getting a laugh from me, before he stepped back and allowed Maya to tuck me in slightly.

Of course she nuzzled me again, she's very affectionate it seems, "Okay we'll be in the room right over to the left, if you need us." I nodded and they both retreated out of the living room.

'Maybe… pokemon aren't that bad? I mean, Maya and Roger are very nice, but than, why the war? What's the HAA? Ugh… I'm just going to go with it for now, i'm exhausted.' I barely had time to adjust myself as I drifted further towards sleep.