I don’t own pokemon.
(A/N) I got inspiration
for this story from a bird that made its home in a hanging flowerpot on my
front porch during a time when my family really needed encouragement because we
were going through a really tough time. It had laid its eggs in there, too. They
hatched, and just a few days after they did, a cat got to them. All of them
died except for one. That one was hard to see; it had fallen out of the nest
and into the flowerpot. The mother hadn’t seen it and had flown away. I didn’t
know what to do, but by the time I found out what to do, it had died from the
cold. I didn’t want that little nest that had brought my family so much joy and
hope to die in vain, so I wrote this. I hope you like it, because I wrote it
from the bottom of my heart.
Never Be
Forgotten
The Pidgeot sat on her
eggs in the storm. The wind whipped around her as she scrunched herself into a
small ball of feathers to keep her eggs warm. The father Pidgeot would be back
soon to help keep the eggs and the mother warm, the mother knew that. All she
had to do was wait patiently.
He will be back!
She told herself that over
and over again as she waited. She chanced a look at the sky against the rain.
No Pidgeot was in the sky.
He will be back!
* * *
A Pidgeot was flying in
the storm. A few delinquent boys decided to use it as target practice for their
slingshots. They took aim and hit the poor bird. It started to fall to the
ground. With nasty grins on their faces, they hit it again and again until it
was out of sight.
* * *
A girl noticed the boys.
"Stop! Stop it
now!" she said, but they just kept laughing about it. She walked away,
angry. Then she realized that the Pidgeot might be hurt and ran toward the
forest it had fallen into. She saw it in a clearing with a broken wing. She ran
to it and mended its wing and kept it safe until it could fly again.
* * *
A few days later, the
father returned from the girl’s home. The mother was starving herself to keep
the precious eggs warm. When the father came, he sat on the eggs, allowing the
mother to get herself some food.
* * *
The next spring, the eggs
hatched. They produced five baby chicks. The mother and father Pidgeot kept
good care of them. One day, a group of two Seviper slithered up the tree to
find the five baby Pidgey. The Pidgeot attacked them, but one Seviper held them
off while the other grabbed the chicks in its horrible mouth. Try as they
might, the Pidgeot couldn't stop the Seviper from dragging the chicks, one at a
time, into their burrow.
The same girl that had helped
the father saw the Seviper as it was taking the last chick down into its domain
and leapt onto the great snake, trying to save the last Pidgey. The other
Seviper took notice and attacked her, but she held on. At last, the Seviper
gave up and satisfied themselves with the other four. By that time, the girl
was badly bruised and scarred. She cradled the Pidgeot’s chick in her arms,
feeling the soft fuzz of the newborn. Her eyes filled with tears. Four lives
were lost today. Four precious lives. She held out the Pidgey to the parents,
and they looked thankfully at her. The mother carefully held the chick in her
beak and placed it in her nest. This human girl had shown them time and again
that she had a pure heart. Her kindness would never be forgotten.
* * *
Many years later, the girl
grew up into a beautiful young woman. She was on her way to
“Pidgeot!”
The cry was unmistakable.
It was the cry of a Pidgeot. As if on cue, a Pidgeot swooped down toward the
Ariados and its web. With a powerful Wing Attack, the web was destroyed, and
the woman was sent tumbling onto the ground. She watched as the two battled,
blow after blow, until, finally, the Pidgeot gained the upper hand and dealt
the final blow. The Ariados was sent scampering into the forest. The woman
braced herself as she awaited the Pidgeot to attack her. She was in its
territory, and it was going to kill her. Simple as that. It swooped down, and
to her surprise, it landed next to her. All fear left her as she looked at it with
curiosity. It looked at her in a different way.
With an almost fondness.
Why would a Pidgeot do
this for her? Why had it saved her life? Then the answer dawned on her.
“You’re the Pidgey I
saved, aren’t you?”
As if in answer, the
Pidgeot tilted its head. The woman smiled. It was true. She had saved its life,
and now it had saved hers, and many pokemon’s lives in the process. The deed
had finally gone full circle. Many pokemon would not die that day, but would
hear of a friendship that would never be forgotten.