I am Pidgeot, Warrior of Air.
I control the winds within my territory.
Never have I had a trainer.
And never shall I ever have one.
I prefer my freedom and domination of the sky.
Turning my head I check on my hatchlings within my nest.
Soon they will fly as well.
And I will be proud when they do.
As I settled over them, my mind cast back to the day he had arrived.
He who wasn't a Warrior.
He who put the powers of the Warrior of Psychic to shame.
Mewtwo.
Not born of pokemon but of human.
That was when we heard his tale.
And the tale of the new Warrior of Fire.
Tears almost fell from his eyes.
Oh yes, I had known the trainer of the Warrior of Fire.
As a hatchling my mother had told me the stories.
As Pidgeotto, I had watched him calm the four Titans.
A tear had trickled from my eye when I learned of his death.
Yet within this tragedy there was a spark of hope.
His hatchling.
Should he follow the path of his father we Warriors will meet with him
sooner or later.
I'm sure the Warrior of Fire will anticipate that day.
Years later, we heard of the death of the Warrior of Rock.
He and I had been good friends.
Although he was very old, even when I had first become what I am now.
The ruler of my territory's skies.
The Warrior of Air.
Another meeting was held to discuss the Hatchling's progress.
Pidgeotto has offered to look after my hatchlings.
Mewtwo was there as well.
Since that day he first arrived he'd been attending all our meetings.
However the Warrior of Psychic has grim news.
Mewtwo can only confirm it.
I stifle a laugh, the Hatchling and his friend have been to the Cursed
Springs.
The Warrior of Water chuckles as he announces their alter forms.
For the Hatchling, a Charmeleon.
For his friend, a Machop.
He also points out that someone new is travelling with them.
One of the Hatchling's friends.
Not surprising.
However the Warrior of Ground bears cheerful news.
Apparently one of her children in the Hatchling's care has visited her
recently.
Evolved and abroad a Dragonair no less!
We are all delighted to hear of the trust the Hatchling has in his pokemon.
Oh how I await the day when I can meet him!
The Warrior of Water reports that he is a little on the slow side to pick up
on things.
For some reason the Warrior of Fire finds this greatly amusing.
We are all teleported back to our territories.
Just in time too, a rather vicious storm has come into mine.
Lightning crashes across the sky as the rain pours.
Pidgeotto is soaked and frantic.
One of my hatchlings has flown into the storm!
Oh no!
I tell my other two hatchlings to remain where they are.
We separate and fly in different directions, searching for my lost
hatchling.
Below I see a few humans hurrying to set up their camp.
They are of no concern, I ignore them.
Tired, I return to my nest.
The storm is over.
If my hatchling has survived she is surely in bad shape.
If not dead.
But I can search no longer.
Perhaps Pidgeotto has found her.
I look incredulously in my nest.
My hatchling has returned!
And in perfect health!
Impossible!
I've seen Fearow unable to navigate a storm that fierce without getting a
broken bone or a bruise at least!
She looks at me drowsily and chirps a happy hello.
Where have you been? I demand of her.
She shrinks a little and tells me.
Apparently a human saved her life, warmed her, fed her and set her free at
the end of the storm.
A trainer no less!
I must meet this human.
He sounds . . . intriguing.
When I arrive, a Charizard approaches and asks why I'm there.
I tell him.
He says his trainer has had a rough night and is still sleeping.
Understandable.
Not long later, he emerges from the tent and blinks at me.
By the God of Air! It's the Hatchling!
His Pidgeotto and Fearow are exceptionally healthy.
He tells me he just feeds them and makes sure they get exercise.
Doesn't he realize?
No, of course he doesn't. As the Warrior of Water said, he is a little
dense at times.
I chuckle inwardly.
He does not realize that his home made food and total devotion to his
pokemon are the reason they are so healthy.
His Pidgeotto offers me some of his food. I accept it and thank him.
My oh my! It is delicious!
He is lucky to have the Hatchling as his trainer.
He seems to already know that.
We exchange some idle chit chat and I take my leave.
He is truly the bright spark of his father.
I am Pidgeot, Warrior of Air.
If I was ever forced to choose a trainer, I would choose the Hatchling.
Satoshi.
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