Foreword
First, allow me to say this, this service has been trolling me. Every time I reload the page even after I save it it randomly chooses to delete words and whole sentences. Posting later chapters might take a little longer than I thought. Either way, enjoy.
Life gathered onto a single continent eons ago.
Various beings, (What we know today as Pokémon.) initially established themselves as clans of similar type at first. For decades, things ran smoothly as the only disputes were over sources of water and territory. Not too long did this last as later disputes drifted towards violence and frequency, infighting and near extinction of a particular type. A month after the spark of infighting a representative from each of the most populated types of Pokémon came together and attempted to create a solution. They could only agree on one that could possibly repair the damage, they were to take whichever beings capable and form a permanent settlement and restore the stability that was once there. A total of seven kingdoms were created.
Steel had taken up the remaining minerals, Poison, and whatever had been left of the Fairy type. (Fairy and Fighting appeared to have suffered the worst from infighting...)
Fire reached agreement and formed a kingdom with Dark, Psychic, and Fighting types.
Grass had managed to coexist with Bug, Normal, and Electric.
Only Ghost could survive in the bleak conditions in which Ice Pokémon live.
Water, Dragon, and Flying had all chosen to live on their own without any other type of Pokémon for varying reasons.
Prologue
Hard drops of rain struck Mudd's face like tiny needles in the shadow of night. Tucked closely in the safety of his arms was a clear, silvery egg. It felt smooth and almost perfectly ovular, it's temperature was dropping rapidly, wasn't too far away now. The large Rhydon lurched to the left and ran along the precipice. His theft had been perfect, he swiped directly from the hatchery and not a single pursuer in to him, there were a sharp pair of eyes watching the Pokémon move. A cruel smile formed in her beak, the hidden figure took off and followed, trailed by two Pidgeot behind her.
Mudd felt stinging gusts of wind strike his back, even his hard armor didn't save him of the pain. It looks like his theft wasn't so perfect, the two Pidgeot slammed hard onto his back and Mudd scraped against the hard stones below him. The hidden figure descended gracefully next to the downed Pokémon, covered her beak with a wing and giggled. "Now what would a Rock Pokémon like you be doing here at this time?"She asked as Mudd kept silent, the combined weight of the two Pidgeot prevented him from getting up."…Oooh,where did you obtain this?" The figure swiped the egg from Mudd's hands and held it in her other wing. "My, my... looks like a Flying egg... so this certainly can't be yours... now why would a Rock steal a Flying egg?... Oh, this can't be for some sort of…legend or prophecy could it?"The figure asked, rolling the egg in between both of her wings. "Nobody would ever break Pokémon eggs."Mudd growled. "Oh? What if something were to happen to 'your' precious little child?" The figure held the clear egg up and let the drops of rain hit it, she pretended to let it slip and fall over the precipice with a casual "Oops...". "Noo!"Mudd threw off the Pidgeot and attempted to catch the egg but the figure slammed down even harder than the former. "Did you really think you would get away? I have eyes and ears all over my kingdom. "She told him as her wings glowed silvery white. She struck Mudd's head and the latter fell limp, then she slowly nudged his unconscious body off of the cliff. The only noises heard were the drops of rain as they struck the stone. "Let's go find something else to kill, but first we should dry off. I don't want this rain to weigh down my feathers." The figure said, her two lackeys nodded in agreement and followed her as she took off.
Further down below, a second figure emerged from the base of a mountain. He took one look at the broken egg, picked up a piece and scoffed at the body near it. He rolled a large boulder back into place and breathed out a plume of fire to light the passage. Not a minute after walking, he heard something land behind him. "Terra? What happened out there?" The first figure turned around. "Mudd is dead, and so are our hopes of a Flying child." Terra said, he tossed the piece of the eggshell at the ground, it skittered across the floor. Terra lit the room with one of the torches on the wall. Gerard fumbled with the eggshell. "B-But this can't be!" The Greninja became a pale shade of blue and he looked up to the shiny Tyranitar ahead of him. "This r-really can't be possible!" Gerard stuttered. "Just accept it, now we have to be the ones watching these little brats..." Terra crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "There is one other way..." Gerard added after a pause. "I could simply take from Fire again, they don't even watch the-" "We already have two of them here, it's already imbalanced as is! How else do you want to disappoint the Veins?" Terra cut him off. "We need six! Do you want to throw away everything we worked for?! I'm going to find a sixth before the end of the day." Gerard shouted, he threw the eggshell and vanished from sight. 'The one time he chooses to act, it's now...'