True Sparking Flames

Prologue

"I'm not being loud!" a Servine hissed to his companion, a small Flaffy with a blue ribbon-like scarf.

"Well, shush then!" the Flaffy retorted, slapping a paw over his mouth. Suddenly, the bushes started to rustle. "Look at what you've done, Arceus' mistake! Now we have to run." Spinning around, she cupped her hands over her mouth and nose and made a sound that sounded like a small Ducklett quacking. This was the codeword, or code-sound, for 'Run!'. Without hesitation, the group trudged off, now on all fours to stay low, the ones that had tails had theirs down to the ground.

"Seriously? You can be a wimp if you want, Henry, but I'm going out there." the Servine hissed to his friend, a rather small but handsome Cyndaquil with a red scarf fastened around his neck.

"PLEASE tell me that you're joking." Henry muttered. Rolling his eyes, the Servine glared at him.

"Just watch me as I joke around..." he said before jumping out of the bushes. He could hear his name being called after him by Henry, but ignored it. The Servine glanced around to see nothing. No Flying Types, no Patrols, no anything. He laughed out loud. These weaklings... "Hey, Henry! It's actually not that bad!" he called back to his friend.

"Henry...? Henry? Hey, Henry!" when his friend didn't reply, he got worried, and peeked through the bushes to see the most horrifying sight ever. His little Cyndaquil friend lying limp on the forest floor, his blood dying the once green grass red. Stepping in, he cringed as his feet stepped in the wide pool of blood. Gosh. he thought, with fright. I've gotta get out of here! he glanced around for any possible fast exit, any shortcut, or anything to help him get out of this wretched place. He found nothing, but could make a good use out of his vines and the trees.

"Don't worry, Henry." he whispered, grabbing his body and hoisting it to his side with one of his vines. "You'll be safe with me, and maybe we can bring you back to life, we'll see." a tear dropped before the Servine reached for a treetop and swung from it, his friend still clutched next to him. Gliding to the next tree and the next, he started to slowly weep as he moved through the forest with fear.

"Arceus... Please protect him..." he silently pleaded with fear. Suddenly, he was hit by a large impact and stumbled to the ground.

All around him, Flying Types and Pokemon that had wings surrounded him, laughing and shouting. "We got em'! We got em'!" "Reel em' in, Joey!".

"F-Feebas tears..." he muttered, stepping back. He had been caught, and so without any hesitation, he raised his hands, Henry's bloody corpse still at his side. "I surrender!" the Servine exclaimed.

"Ah, Leafy. Not one to surrender that much, I see? Fwoohoohuehuehue!!" a voice came from the crowd, cooing gently. Immediately, they moved out of the way to make way for a rather luxurious purple Lugia. Not a very intimidating one, like the Shadow Lugias he'd been told about as a young Snivy, no, but just a Lugia with the dashing white replaced with purple. Taking a regretful breath in, and breathing it back out, Leafy gulped.

"I-I'm not surrendering." he whispered. "I killed him. I killed Henry, my 'best friend' to join you guys. Th-those Earth Tribe mons are not for me." the Servine muttered, making up a lie as his hands plopped back to his sides.

The birds cooed admirably. "You really did that?" a definitely old Fearow asked sorrowfully. Leafy nodded. More respectful cooes.

"Woah... You're brave!" a Staravia clapped his wings together, obviously proud.

"Fine, then it is decided." the Lugia huffed, her dark voice making Leafy shudder with fear. "From now on, you are no longer a foolish Earth-dweller. You are one of us, now, a Flying Type." Leafy hesitated to point out that he couldn't fly. The Lugia just smirked. Suddenly, a cloaked figure came.

"Wh-who are you?" Leafy asked, stepping back with fear.

"Stay calm, fellow Flying Type. It'll all be over soon..." it simply whispered quietly.

"What'll be over soon? I don't wanna die!"

"Shhh, don't worry, it'll be something more different than that... Way more different..." suddenly, the figure let out a roar, and a bright light washed over the whole entire place.

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"Are you okay?"

"Augh... I don't know... Where am I?"

"You're in the Flying Tribe, of course. We found you on the shore of the beach and took you here. Please, be glorious and join us."

"Yes, I will, I promise."

"Good."

"Good."