Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Prologue
It was a full moon and the night was cool. The breeze was so soft, it was scarcely able to rustle the leaves of the trees overhead. The scent of rain was prominent in the air and storm clouds were slowly approaching, blocking out the stars overhead. The meadow was a world of beautiful rolling grass, with only two blemishes. The first and more noticeable was a large, gray stone that had turned silver in the moonlight. The second was the opening to a long burrow right beside it.
A delicate looking creature with wide ears, a small, slim body and a forked tail sat alone on the rock. Her beautiful lavender fur looked bluish in the night. The red jewel on her forehead glowed softly as she stared up at the moon with her troubled, blue eyes. This creature was called an Espeon, only one of countless species of Pokemon.
"Twilight." A large ear flicked in the direction of the voice who had spoken her name before she turned to face it. The patrol was back. One was a large cream colored Pokemon with rounded black-tipped ears, a red jewel on his forehead a bit bigger than the Espeon's, and large, glowing eyes. The second was a small golden bipedal Pokemon with long claws in place of hands and brown spikes covering his back. The last was a large cream and brown bird with two long locks of red and yellow slopping down her back from her head. These three Pokemon were called Persian, Sandslash and Pidgeot.
"You've returned." Twilight said. "Prowl, were there any survivors?"
"The Enforcers were ruthless in this raid. Not one villager." Prowl the Persian reported. "But...There is one."
This peaked Twilight's interest. How could there be no survives when there was one? She watched the Pidgeot carefully set down a cloth bag she'd been holding and gently rolled the item out of the bag with her beak. An egg. A yellow egg with a few black spots and a pair of pink circles on ether side. Twilight's heart twisted with horror and sorrow.
"This war is -" a tear slid down Twilight's cheek as she lost her words in a sob. Ever since she had lost her own three eggs nearly five seasons ago, she'd been very sensitive about the matter. She did her best to compose herself and looked at the patrol, but her voice still cracked. "Did you search for anyone. Anyone at all?"
"Until sunset." Prowl's head was bowed in respect as were those of his comrades. "There are no others."
"Than we will keep it." Twilight spoke softly after a while. "I'll bring it up as my own." Despite the obvious flaws in this plan, there was no protest. The egg shook ever so slightly and Twilight nuzzled it lovingly. "There there, little one. No need to be frightened."
Twilight's fur suddenly prickled and her eyes widened. As she turned her gaze back to the full moon it felt like there was fire in her stomach and ice in her veins. The stars shown brightly. "A massage from the Passed." Twilight muttered. "The time of peace approaches. The end rests in the hands of the one who is, but is not."
"The one who is but is not?" the Sandslash questioned. "What can it mean?"
"I do not know, but this is what the Passed have told me, and so it must be so." Twilight said with wisdom enough for a hundred lifetimes. Thunder roared. The storm clouds were approaching. "Let's go home." Twilight said as her jewel sparkled brightly and they were all teleported away before the first raindrop fell.
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