AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a prologue, it is very short. The chapters are about8 times the length, do not judge the story by this. Also I don't own Pokémon (surprisingly). Please just read chapter 1 before you judge this, I mean at the time of writing this prologue I wasn't even planning on continuing the fic.
In the darkness, alone, in the heart of a dead forest twisted by years without time, an egg began to crack. The parents of the egg were nowhere to be found, but that was common in this darkness. Rarely did it affect them little enough that they would want to see their offspring and to raise them, some stayed and tried to help their children to see the pale light in the world but more fled.
A Treecko gave a soft cry and poked his small head out of the eggshell. Briefly he looked around, wondering where the parents that nature demanded were there hid, before he yawned, stretching his arms slightly. He settled down, exhausted, before he heard the sound of twigs snapping.
As gifted with the will to live as any he scurried up a tree, although he was very weak. Many said that in the darkness everything learned younger, everything was stronger. Perhaps many had come before him in that clearing only to be eaten by whatever he had heard; maybe he was the one evolutionary success
Safe in the tree he settled down to sleep; not knowing that in the "morning" there would be no sun to wake him.
Quietly a pink Celebi watched him, her eyes shining with what could just be hope.