Iris: Queen of Dragons

I don't own anything. This is a Wishfulshipping fic (Iris x Cilan). This fic is based on Tarzan only set in the Pokémon world.

The ocean was lit up by the moon and stars but it was a ghastly inferno which was truly illuminating the darkness of the night. A large passenger ship was being swallowed by fire. No one knew the cause. A single boat was being lowered down into the waves. Two people were on board it, a mother and her baby girl. The mother watched in dismay as her husband disappeared into the flames. She cuddled with her little girl. A sudden whoosh of wind came through and a plonk through the water. 'James!' she yelped and she helped her beloved aboard the little dingy.

The little dingy survived the savage sea and by morning, the family had arrived ashore a mysterious, lush island. Their whereabouts unknown and lives lost, they knew they mightn't survive for long but their little girl inspired them. Her little, chubby fingers griped towards a curling tree in the distance. Her parents exchanged glances and an ascent for the tree was begun. A new life was starting. They built their world within that tree. It took months but a perfect house was created.

A herd of Haxorus, Fraxure and Axew were moving through the dense jungle. The birthing season was drawing to a close. Eggs were cracking open everywhere. The last egg hatched and its proud parents were the leaders of this herd. A lively Axew hatched.

It was days later when the first death of the birthing season occurred. A feral and wild Liepard had taken the innocent life of the last Axew hatched. The leaders were devastated. The mother Haxorus was sticking to the back of herd. She was rejecting all sympathy which was coming her way. It was hard to see the softness of her mourning behind her large, axe-like jaws and intimidating glare. 'Waah! Waah!' She could still hear the neediness of her first child ring about her ears. They travelled closer to the curling tree. It was only when others reported the crying did she realise it wasn't her imagination.

She trudged off the beaten track towards the curling tree. The shrieks were growing louder. She heard other Pokémon talk about the wails. It was awkward but she clambered up the tree, into the nooks of the unknown. Not once in her long life had she seen something like this. She inspected the wooden floors and the cluttered objects which didn't look like anything she had seen. The crying grew louder yet again. Her large, three-clawed foot crushed over something, it was sharp and so her step became gentle. She bent down to inspect it further. It was a sketch. She had seen such depictions on trees to mark out territories but none quite like this. Were they Pokémon? She certainly hadn't seen a species like it.

The mother Haxorus trudged through the strange cave-in-the-trees and found the source of the shrieking. A wriggling blob under a sky colour mass of string. She removed it quickly and put her snout to the creature. It matched the one in the picture perfectly except in colour. A little creature with purple hair, brown eyes and no scales or fur. It wore a strange mass of string over its body. What kind of bug had made the string? It was coloured strangely too, pink like the sunset on a lovely day.

The creature made gurgling sounds and began to tug at the mother Haxorus's claws. The creature's howls were silenced and the mother picked up the strange beast. It cuddled up to her and though the mother was scared of the strange being, she quickly warmed up to its cute cries and innocence. It was when those cries changed to pain when she became worried. The voice didn't match. Drool dripped from above.

A violet and yellow creature lunged at the dragon. A Liepard. The dragon lunged back at it. She acted without thinking and ran away from the Liepard with the odd little child still cuddling to her chest. The Liepard bounded behind the mother Haxorus, snarling with hunger. Bloody footprints were left behind. The Axe Jaw Pokémon realising they were shaped similar to the babe's. Had the child been orphaned? There was no time for thinking though. The Haxorus stashed the child in one of the many strange wooden formations and began to battle with the Liepard. It was gruelling and the dark feline was constantly pouncing around looking for an opportunity to nab the baby. The Haxorus put its tough, clawed paws together and energy began to build. The Liepard shifted up a mound of dirt and blindly, the Dragon Pulse was released and was shortly followed by a random jab and roar. The Liepard, too busy planning out to eat the child to realise the onslaught of attacks from the Haxorus.

The Liepard escaped with minimal injuries and without the darkly skinned child.

The Haxorus brought the child back to her herd. She was immediately fussed over and questioned in regard to the strange beast it was holding to her chest. 'What is that?' her mate, the leader of the dragon tribe, Kerchak, questioned.

'A child...' his mate, Kala, replied

'What kind?'

'I'm not sure.'

'Sure is freaky lookin'.' an Axew from remarked as the child clambered over its new mother's back and down it to meet the Tusk Pokémon.

'Get rid of it.' Kerchak said

'I refuse to. It needs a mother.' Kala replied

'If the jungle wants it alive, it will live.'

'I want it alive.' A sombre look briefly graced the intimidating mother's face.

'You may keep it then.' Kerchak said and walked back towards the front of the herd.

Kala understood what it meant. She was no longer his mate. She had been stripped of her rights as a leader to. All she had now was motherhood. 'So, what's its name?' the little Axew asked and the mother gave it a little sniff.

'Her name...' she trailed off and saw a patch of wildly growing iris flowers. 'Her name is Iris.'

'That's a nice name for a freaky lookin' Pokémon.' The Axew said and his mother took him away.

It was nesting time it would seem anyway. Time flew and the little dragon-girl grew. She was a beautiful young child in her faithful mother's opinion anyway. She had no means of defence. She had no claws, no fangs and no fear inspiring cries but even so, this child called Iris was her perfection. Though she had no Pokémon-like features she was a Pokemon in her own right. She had a wild mane of purple fur. She had small teeth. She had soil coloured eyes and cocoa skin. She had a lovely voice too. She had hard work too.

Iris looked out towards her herd. They didn't consider her part of theirs but she was more accepting. She knew one day she would be loved and accepted. She swung a vine down to her Axew friends. She swung towards Terk, her cousin.

Chapter one is completed. There will be more since I am as inspired as anything!

MerryFairy :)