AN: This story uses concepts from Srgeman's "A Little Night Music". I very strongly suggest you read it. This is a first person story. Also, this is a WIP story, with no set update calendar, so stayed tuned for more chapters. On one final note, this story might not be very good for the first couple chapters, since I'm just beginning, so hang with me.
Chapter 1: Death and Rebirth
My name is Lucy Collins. I used to love my life. I had a caring father, who loved me with all of his heart. My mother died in a plane crash when I was only four, on a business trip to Sinnoh. Now, it was my 15th birthday, and it was going to be the worst day of my life. Let's backtrack to that morning, when It could still be considered a normal day.
I opened my eyes as sunlight shone through my bedroom window. Today was no normal day, it was my 15th birthday. I would be going to get my Pokémon trainer license and starter kit today at noon.
My friend had chosen to hold off his journey so he could hatch his own starter. I had decided to wait for him so we could travel together. He currently had a Pokémon egg that was nearly ready to hatch, so we were leaving as soon as it did.
I jumped out of bed and tossed on a blue t-shirt that read "Born to be a Winner" across it with a picture of Unova's legendary Pokémon; Zekrom on the left, Reshiram on the right, and Kyurem towering over them, and a pair khaki shorts.
I had blueberry waffles for breakfast, then went into the family room and watched "Good Morning, Unova" until it was almost time to leave.
A few headlines were actually quite interesting. There was one about a league being set up in Kalos. Another was about a newly classified type: fairy, discovered through a newly discovered eeveelution, Sylveon. All that came for Unova that was actually important was Team Plasma was taken down by a trainer named White in a clash between Unova's two main legendary Pokémon, White had Zekrom, while the so called "king" of Team Plasma, N, used Reshiram. Apparently, N wanted liberation of Pokémon. The rest of Team Plasma actually just used that as a cover story to lower suspicions. They were really after world domination. Of course. N quit as ruler, leaving them leaderless, so Team Plasma disbanded. End of story.
I only took my attention from the television to wish my father a good morning. Nothing of importance was reported after that.
"It's time to go get your trainer license!" my dad called from the door.
"Coming!" I called back, voice full of excitement.
It was finally time. I was going to get my trainer license.
"Dylan's parents are going to follow us." He said.
"Good."
We got in the car and drove down the highway, towards the Starter Pokémon Sanctuary. My dad pulled off the highway and drove through town. We went past a traffic light. Green.
A drunk driver drove through a red light. He hit our car towards the back, right where I was sitting.
I remember hearing sirens, seeing Dylan's family pull over, feeling blood pouring out of a gash in my forehead, and watching Dylan's egg glow a bright white before darkness overwhelmed me.
When I woke up, I found myself in what seemed to be an endless void. There was nothing there, at all.
Where am I?
"You are nowhere, but also everywhere, at the same time."
I spun around. "Who said that?!"
Standing in front of me, was none other than Arceus.
"That would be me," Arceus said.
"You're not real!" I yelled. "This isn't real!"
"I am very real," Arceus said calmly.
"Then why are you here, wherever "here" is, and how can I understand you?"
"You died, and I'm here to…"
"WHAT!" I screamed, "I can't be dead!"
"Lucy."
"I had so much to live for! I was just going to get my trainers license!" I was still ranting off to myself.
"Lucy."
"This has a dream. Yes, that has to be it," I pinched myself, but I didn't feel any pain.
"This is real," I whispered, then collapsed and broke down sobbing.
"Lucy!" Arceus yelled to get my attention.
"What do you want?" I asked between tears.
"You didn't let me finish. Yes I'm here because you died, but also because it wasn't your time," Arceus said.
"What do you mean? I don't understand."
"When that drunk driver hit your car and killed you, you still should have lived another 68 long, healthy, years."
"Please don't rub it in," I said glumly.
"Because of that, I am here to offer you a choice," Arceus continued.
"What do you mean?"
"I can take you to the afterlife, or, because it was not your time to die, I will allow you to go back."
"You mean, you'll bring me back to life?" I asked hopefully.
"No, your human body is gone, but there is a way."
I thought about what he could mean by those words, and it hit me like an out of control steamroller.
"Y-you mean, as a P-Pokémon?" I said in a choked voice.
"If you go back, you will live the life of a Pokémon."
"Will anyone know it's me?"
"No," Arceus said.
I thought it over. "Okay, so my options are die, or live on, as a Pokémon. If I die, I'll be with my mother, If I live I will be a Pokémon, but my father won't know it's me. But if I die, I'll be with my mother who I didn't know very well."
I've decided," I said after about a minute, "I will live on as a Pokémon, on one condition. I would like for my trainer to be able to understand me, whoever it may be."
Arceus thought it over. "Okay, I will make it so your trainer can understand you."
"Thank you," I thanked him. "When do we start?"
"We will start now" Arceus's eyes glowed, and I passed out.
It was warm, very warm. I was surrounded in a warm liquid, and I was cramped. I was in a very cramped location, almost like a prison. The walls felt thin, and I could hear muffled voices coming from outside.
I kicked the wall of the prison, and it cracked. Then I head-butted it and it shattered.
The warmth all disappeared. I fell onto a couple of towels, shivering like a maniac. I was soon wrapped up in the towels by someone. I then realized what had happened. I had been in an egg, and I had hatched.
"Welcome to the world, girl," a familiar voice said.
I looked up to see who had said that, to find myself looking into the eyes of a very frightened Dylan.