Author's Note:
Hello everyone and welcome to my first fanfiction foray into the incredibly big world of Pokemon. This is sort of my own version of the Pokemon World that'll likely mix many other versions of it. This story will be focused around the leader of Team Instinct, Spark, and will probably jump about a bit instead of being one continuous tale, so closer to a one-shot series. If anyone has any suggestions for future chapters, then please let me know and I'll see if I'll write them.
I hope you enjoy the first chapter.
I do not own any aspect of Pokemon or any of its spin-offs.
Birth
Something was off that night.
He couldn't say what, but something was different in the air, something strange, yet completely familiar, had come. It nagged at his mind, his instincts, his innermost self, moving him to urgency.
Trusting his instincts, he set out to investigate and patrolled the island he called home.
Nothing seemed different, nor out of place, not even his fellow island denizens seemed to notice the odd feel to the night. Yet he still could not shake his sense of urgency and continued his search.
Suddenly, the feeling grew stronger, and he homed in upon it, coming to a, unremarkable, clearing in the island's forests.
At first, nothing was out of place, just an empty clearing ringed by forest trees and containing saplings racing to claim the spot. Then, he noticed the large object sat gently in the middle, with an unmistakeable shape.
An egg.
It was roughly the same size as most eggs, from which all pokemon came, but instead of the usual green spots, it bore no markings. Instead, it was a subtle yellow all over, with almost no flaws.
He lowered his head to examine it closer, however, this egg was not the source of the unusual feeling in the air.
In fact, the feeling had vanished.
He looked upwards into the sky, trying to sense it once more, but only the normal feel of the island remained. Whatever it was, it seemed it merely wanted him to find this egg, and now he had, it had left.
He turned his gaze upon it once more.
He could sense the life inside it, pure, new, and bursting with potential, yet there was something…different…about it. It didn't feel like the life of a pokemon, at least not any he'd encountered in his time, instead it felt like something else.
He glanced around the clearing, where had it come from? He knew that no pokemon of this island would abandon one of their young, and no trainers had stepped upon its shores, so it couldn't have been left by humans.
Which left the matter of what to do with it?
He could leave it with any family nearby, even without knowing what type of pokemon it was, and it would be cared for certain. Alternatively, he could leave it with a worthy trainer who would also rear and love it.
It really came down to what the egg wanted.
Even before hatching, the instincts of pokemon were strong, some wouldn't even hatch until they were with one they trusted. One such as himself could determine a preference from this egg.
He crouched down and lightly touched it…
CRACK!
He leapt back in shock…the egg was hatching now!?
It wobbled and shook, cracks lancing across its surface as the little life within fought to leave its sanctuary. The cracks grew and spread, rapidly marring the flawless surface until the pressure within grew too much and the whole thing shattered.
Silence…then the thin wail of an impossible new-born.
For one of the few times in his life, he openly gaped at what lay before him, his eyes not comprehending the sight they beheld, the impossibility that could only be Arceus' idea of a crazy prank…
A human baby.
Small, pink and toothless, eyes scrunched up and mouth agape as a feeble wail resounded through the night, signalling the first breaths of the lungs. Tiny fists waved uncontrollably as the babe continued to announce the new life it had, and he could only stare.
This was not possible, humans did not come from eggs, they just didn't. That was one of the many things that separated humans from pokemon, a fact of their world's natural order. Therefore, it was impossible for this to have occurred.
He looked up into the sky, looking for answers, how had this happened, why had nature's laws suddenly turned on their heads?
No reply came, just the splendour of the night sky glittering above, and the ceaseless cry of a human that shouldn't be.
He looked down once more and leaned gently over the baby.
Impossible or not, it had happened, and now the child needed to be cared for, human or otherwise. He lightly touched the baby and it immediately began to settle, the wail dulling down to a gurgle as the tiny eyes opened and stared up at him, sealing the decision he'd made in his heart when the egg had begun to hatch.
As babies, humans could be as instinctive as pokemon, and the fact this strange one had hatched at his touch was not lost on him. He was to be the one to care for this little human…
He noticed the obvious.
No…this little boy. This strange, beautiful little boy whose birth defied what had gone before. In a way it made sense, he was hardly normal himself and something told him that this child would need his protection in the future, protection he would gladly give.
He settled down beside the boy, giving him comfort and affection, sheltering him from the cold of the night, not noticing the same feeling that had brought him here briefly return and then disappear once more, as if checking that the child had indeed been taken in.
And thus, Zapdos took a son.
PS-So it begins, and I can promise that I have an explanation as to Spark's birth/hatching and how it was possible. Once again, feel free to give any suggestions as to future chapters and please let me know what you thought.