Wish Upon

Prologue

        "Get back here you fat, greedy little thieves! those are my berries!" 

        Scrambling away from the angry flying-type were a few pudgy brown, squirrel-like Pokémon carrying multiple berries in their cheek pouches. The fat rodents turned their heads and snickered at the irritated bird of prey before scampering off, leaving it even more flustered than before. 

        "Just you wait you fat lards! once my wing heals up, I'm comin' for ya!" 

        The door to the back of the pub opened, giving pause to the angry bird's fury for a moment. Standing in the door was a young man twenty-five years of age. He had blond hair that was neatly styled and eyes the color of sunstones. He wore a plain grey t-shirt with the words "Wyndon Diner and Pub" written across in white letters. He had on a pair of dark blue jeans and black, non-slip shoes with laces. The youth glanced over at the bird and then at the few berries that were scattered along the ground. 

        "They came back huh?" he said, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as he turned around and picked up the trash bag to take it to the dumpster that the tiny bird was sitting on. 

        "Aiden! thank Arceus it's you. Those fat furballs stole my lunch! I don't get it, there are plenty of berry trees all over the damn place, but noooooo, they have to come to this alley, my alley, and steal my food!" it chirped angrily, making its voice louder on purpose. 

        "This is what, the fifth time this week? I hate to break it to you but, they're making sport of you pal," Aiden chuckled, shaking his head as he opened the dumpster lid and hefted the bag into it. 

        "Oh that's rich! pick on the gimp-winged bird. Real mature! just wait until I evolve ya little muskrats. I'll peck all your little eyes out if you steal from me again!" 

        "If you evolve, you mean. You can't expect to do that if you don't battle or train yourself a little you know," Aiden added, holding out his palm for the Rookidee to hop into his hand. 

        "I'd train a whole lot better if I had someone to train with. Most of the other Pokémon are too scared to come near me you know? I mean... I know I'm intimidating but I'm not that bad," Rookidee grumbled. 

        "I don't think it's because you're intimidating," Aiden responded as he carefully undid the bandages on Rookidee's wing to check on the progress. 

        "You sure about that? I mean, look at me! I'm one scrappy bird!"

        "It's because you're obnoxious," Aiden said bluntly, deflating Rookidee's proud attitude instantly. 

        "Obnoxious!? that's not even remotely... yeah okay you have a point there..." Rookidee mumbled in reply after hearing how loud he was getting. "So what do I do?" 

        Aiden looked over the injured wing for a brief moment and then smiled. 

        "I don't know how to solve that issue, but I can safely say that your wing is actually good to go now. It took a few weeks, but you should be able to fly a little now. Just don't push yourself too hard or you'll end up where you were when I found you."

        Rookidee blinked at those words. Extending his wing, he found that he could move it freely without feeling the sting he'd always felt before. While it was still a little sore, it wasn't so bad that he needed it to be restricted. Looking up at Aiden, he grinned, and showed his excitement by launching himself into the air and gliding along the wind. His jubilation lasted a short while before he felt a stinging sensation in his wing, forcing him to abort his course of action and hover back to the dumpster.