Hello there. I'm Silver's C. Jay or Silver for short. This is a prologue to a short story that I'm currently working on. The rest of this story will be posted all at once. Unfortunately, I can't give a solid time frame for when, but it'll probably be before the end of August. I am open to constructive criticism, but please don't be a jerk about it. This is my first work on this site, so this probably won't be perfect and I don't mind any tips that can help me improve. With that out of the way enjoy.


Prologue

In the forest, life was moving quicker than it had in a while. Winter was drawing to a close, and the various Pokemon took advantage of the warmer weather. Pidove and Tranquil stretched their wings, fluttering through the trees and calling to one another. Minccino scurried past, pausing to briefly groom one another before hurrying to look for berries. All around, the many dwellers of this forest went about their business, various calls echoing through the trees and undergrowth. It was in a taller clump of bushes that a pair of bright eyes watched. This individual had been roused from sleep before the sun came up and thus stood as a sentry, looking for danger. All was as it should be and the figure moved off. Unlike many of its neighbors who were heading to the more berry-rich areas of the forest, this particular Pokemon headed out of the forest, running until the grass and trees gave way to sand and large rocks. The blue-eyed figure leaped onto a large rock and stared out at the sea, waiting. It remained focused, giving half-hearted greetings to Pokemon who came to the beach or ocean dwellers that hauled themselves out of the water to rest. At midday, when the figure had still not found the thing it had been waiting for, it jumped down from the rock and ran back into the forest.

The figure wandered aimlessly, eating berries, playing with its neighbors, eating berries with neighbors. The sun was dipping below the waves when the Pokemon made its way up one of the taller trees on the island. It sighed, thinking back over the past months. Before the bad people came, others landed first. Those people had been frantic and haggard. It took a few days, but the island Pokemon managed to get them to relax. Sharing berries and healing moves, made them smile. These people had bonded closely with the Pokemon seeming to understand them in a way most humans can't. For a few days, there was harmony between the groups. They eventually left on small boats. The Pokemon had been sad to go, somewhat hoping more friendly people would come. Then others came. It started when winter had firmly locked up the island, people would make their way onto the shore on small boats and cautiously pick their way through the forest. Long before the other island residents had noticed, this particular Pokemon had been keenly aware of the humans. It had been happy at first, then confused. Something was wrong, these people didn't have the same warm air as normal visitors, nor the curious but respectful air of Pokémon researchers or professors. Not even the eagerness of trainers. These people didn't have good intentions. They seemed to be looking for the small group from before. The Pokemon had been smug at their failure, but that smugness faded away before long. They were frustrated and then looked at the island Pokemon with interest. And from that day up until 3 days ago, began a lengthy repelling of poachers from the island.

It wasn't as easy as the Pokemon hoped, many of the residents were sluggish in the cold and the poachers were persistent. They had Pokemon of their own and they were all cruel in battle. Many residents still bore wounds, some didn't recover. The Pokemon closed its eyes, anger and sadness bubbling up. Those poor young ones… the figure opened its eyes again. While most Pokemon feel anger, this in particular felt uneasy with its newfound bitterness and caution. For most of its life, it had been joyous and full of friendliness. While that wasn't gone, it did feel its optimism dim over these months. It didn't like the change, but it didn't know what to do. Mingled in with the anticipation of more visitors was caution and righteous anger. Deep in its soul, it knew all humans weren't bad, but back-to-back negative interactions made it long for the friendly and kind visitors that came to the island on the small white ferry. That would lift the residents' spirits and its own. It was the time of year when the ferry would come back.

"Soon," it thought, "Soon everything will get better for us."

The figure then climbed down from the tree and made its way through the undergrowth back to its den. After bidding good night to its neighbors, the Pokemon lays down in its den, closing its eyes and sinking into dreamland.

Blue eyes shot open and the figure sat upright. Something was different, but not bad. It slowly made its way outside and listened. The residents seemed excited, even more so than the day before. The message was clear, bird pokemon flying from the mainland brought news, "The ferry was coming! The visitors were coming!" The figure smiled, happy for everyone and feeling a familiar warmth spread through its chest.

"This'll be good," It thought. "Some kindness really goes a long way. " Still, it leaped into the trees ready to monitor the visitors. Hopefully, this is the start of better times.

Prologue End.