"Will! Stay in the backyard!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, a boy of no older than two waddled off, a sigh escaping her lips soon enough. She knew kids that age, especially boys would be a handful, but Will was much more than that at times. It brought her to the point of wanting to rip her hair out, though that was mostly hen he didn't listen and did whatever he pleased. He was a curious boy and she couldn't stop him, though that didn't stop her from worrying as every mother did.
The toddler in question was now heading down a well-worn path in the woods near their home. His father had come down here many times, often holding Will in his arms since the boy didn't want to stay at home. His father would point our various pokemon and explained what types they were and how they lived. This fascinated the boy beyond any sort of flashing screen and he knew he wanted one of his own.
Little did he know that he would soon get his wish.
A faint, distressed chirp came from nearby, causing Will to stop. He knew it was a pokemon, but it didn't sound like any his father had shown him. Now curious, the boy made his way over, his legs unsteady since he had just learned to walk not too long ago.
After a few stumbles and falls, Will made his way over to a small bush, slowly pushing aside the leaves to see an equally small, round green bird with multi coloured wings and yellow beak. From the chirps it made and the look in its eyes, the pokemon was in pain.
It was when Will looked it over that it noticed one of its wings was crooked. "Birdie…hurt?" he asked, a sad look coming to his face as the bird chirped in reply. If it was hurt, then he should bring it back to Mama. She could make it better!
He carefully moved over, making to pick him up when a voice called to him.
"Careful now, Will. You might accidentally hurt him."
"Daddy!" the toddler instantly made his way over to a rather tall, violet haired man who could have been an older version of Will. His clothes were rather flashy and vibrant, a testimony to his profession as a performer. He had recently arrived back home and found out his son was off in the woods, prompting him to follow after.
"How's my little guy?" he asked, quickly scooping up his son before looking back to the pokemon he found. "A Natu, eh? And one with a broken wing at that."
"It be okay?" Will asked, his eyes showing worry as his father gave him a reassuring smile.
"Yes, he'll be okay. The wing will heal in time. For now, though, we should take it home." He carefully stepped over the bush, stretching out a hand before it was covered by a bright blue aura. That same aura soon surrounded the pokemon, and slowly, but surely it was gently lifted from the ground.
From there the trio slowly made their way back to the house, and it would only be a few weeks later that Will would have a lifelong friend.