this is my first fanfiction :D

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I am Pigeot, leader of the Oran flock. This is my story.

It all began when I hatched. My mother loved me so, but the flock treated me as just another Pidgey. Maybe it was just their way of making me try harder.

And it worked. All I can remember now is that I always tried my best to impress my nest-mates, just trying. And that every night, my mother told me fabulous stories of my father defeating our most dangerous enemys, the Spearows. They were so confident in their abilities, and were very tempermental, and SO unorganized! They had no code of honor either, like we did. I remember it like I learned it yesterday...

"Now," my teacher that day began. He was a scarred Pigeotto, and a high ranking solider in our flock. "You all know that very unlike the primitive Spearow, we have a code of honor. You must follow it wherever you go, and whatever do, and say. Those who do not follow it do not get very far, and most likely become outcast. To remember it as a young'un, we have a little song that we use even today!"

It went like this,

We are the Oran flock,

Strong and brave and true.

This is our code of honor,

That we follow through and through.

Protect the sick,

Avenge the wounded,

Make evil dissapear!

Help your friends,

And say the truth,

And we will help you through!

With this song to inspire me, I tried even harder to serve my flock the best I could! My mother even helped a bit by giving me tips.

"Waait for it,... now turn!" "No, no, no, tilt your wings like this, then strike!" and so on and so forth. But her advice worked. The others agreed, my mother was an amazing Pidgeotto. But whenever I said that, she shook her head and said, "No, your father was more amazing then me." But whenever I asked her about him, she quickly interupted and flew off, not to be seen till night fall.

I kept training, harder and harder each day, till I WAS the best Pidgey I could be. Even though I saw less of my mother, I wasn't worried. After all, she was a flight instructor. But, I worried about something else, if I was the best Pidgey I could be, what else could I do? Thats when it hit me -- and it hit hard.

"Hi Pidgey, look at me!" It was my best friend, Pidy (odd name, I know [ he flew into me, I forgot to mention), but he was different. He was bigger than me now, then I suddenly relized why. Pidy had evolved! He showed off his new look, but I wasn't paying attention. If I evolved, I could be stronger. At that moment, that was all that mattered. But, I had to learn how, and Pidy was my best bet.

I trained for months, Pidy instructing me ( I didn't like being told to do things, though!). And then, my moment came.

"Come on, a baby Spearow can do Gust better than you!" Pidy shouted (MAN, he was persuasive!). I tried again, and everyone watching gasped at the pure strengh of my Gust. Pidy shook his head dissaprovingly. I fumed.

"Thats it!" I shouted. I flew up, flapping hard, leaving powerful gust of air behind me. I began to feel... different. My anger dissapeared, replaced with pride. I heard Pidy chirp in asttonishment.

"He did it..."

I felt wonderful, but I was still the same at heart. My mother held a party that night (Hiring pikachus and Ledybas to light up the trees), and the whole flock came. Pidy looked proud, claiming that he taught me everything I knew, and everyone just chirped in false agreement. My mother was talking to a group of older Piggeottos, so I was alone to fly and ponder my thoughts. With out one glance back, I took off, my wings taking me farther then I was used to.

Dawn was arriving, and I was still out. My thoughts had cleared, and I had gotten used to my own wings. I felt free, as if I could do anything I wanted. And at the moment, I wanted food. I thought about going back to the party, but I dismissed the idea as soon as I saw a squirming pink string. Could it be? Yes, it was! A worm! I flew down and grabbed it, slurping in down.

I saw movement. I turned. That was my first sight of my future trainer and friend, Ash.