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They say Love can transcend any boundary. It doesn’t matter what kind of love it is, only in that it is both strong and sincere. – Unknown

The egg was said to be too small and weak to survive the winter months. Even the old couple sadly agree to the assessment. But this never really entered Damien’s head. To him, the egg has to survive the cold winter months no matter what. Even though he has no way of taking care of the egg by himself. He was just an orphan whose orphanage closed down recently. He lied to the old couple, claiming to be pokemon caretaker or some other occupation like it. Now he’s in the park with an egg in the middle of winter.

“Don’t worry little guy.” He says as he hugs the egg, “I won’t give up on you.” He then begins to walk away, heading to the forest and beyond, for he overheard the fact that a pokemon egg will hatch after taking a number of steps. He doesn’t know that this was nothing more than an urban legend.

Wearing nothing but an old set of clothes and his backpack, he wanders through the winter months, hugging the egg to keep it warm. He goes deeper and deeper into the woods, heading towards the city in the other side. He befriended some fire types to keep him and the egg warm, but it didn’t wiggle.

“Come on little guy.” He mutters as he rest on his blanket, letting his head lie on an Arcanine’s fur and still hugging the cold egg as the sun shines less and less. The weather gets worse and worse.

He still continues his wandering, heading towards the next city with the egg in his arms. After one month, the egg wiggles for the first time. Damien smiles weakly as he hugs the egg. “Y-you’re almost there b-buddy. W-we’re going to have a l-lot of fun once you’re o-out.” He then continues in his wandering to the city. What he didn’t realize is that he’s lost in the woods due to whiteout.

The Arcanine whines as Damien finds himself resting in the cave more and more often. It is he end of the second month while the egg wiggles more and more. He ignores the numbing of his fingers and toes.

“Don’t worry.” He says as he pets the Arcanine. “I’m still here.” He didn’t feel the fire dog’s fur as he pets him.

On the third month, the weather is very harsh. The blizzard fall for days on end as Damien, the Arcanine, and the egg reach the city. The lights are off, the power lines have fallen, and there’s no one outside. They simply head towards the park, sit down on a bench, and rest. The egg is shaking like crazy.

Then the egg hatch and a young Froakie pops out and see the pale skinned Damien with blue lips and heavy eyes looking at him. “Y-you’ve hatched. I-I’m s-so proud of you.” His eyes then close as he gives off his last breath. The Arcanine howls echo through the winter night of the empty city as the Froakie jumps at Damien’s head and cries as well. The tears falling on Damien’s face.

He then begins to glow.

Damien, in his fading thoughts, feels something strange happening all over him. He thinks it’s just the numbing of his body, only to realize that it’s getting warmer now.

His clothes seem to melt away like snow as his skin gains a shiny blue and pale yellow color all over. Light blue patches grow on his knees and elbows. His hands and feet get webbed as his fingers and toes merge into three fingers and two toes each with sticky round tips at the end. He feels his tongue extend out of his mouth, encircle his neck, and lie on his waist. His ears seems to be pulled as they turn into sharp tips webbed with the growing fins. His face pushes forward into a snout as his eyes turn red. His body shape changes, getting thin and bulgy in places.

The Arcanine watches in shock as the Froakie jumps at the now sleeping Greninja with a smile on his face. This wakes Damien up and looks at him.

“W-what the?” He mutters as he looks at the strange blue and yellow skin.

“You’re okay brother!” The Froakie exclaims as Damien finds his strength returning, the cold isn’t bothering him anymore.

“B-brother? W-what’s going on? W-what happened to me?” Damien says as he stands up and looks at his new body.

“Big brother was gonna sleep but I don’t want you to sleep. So I wish and wish, and now we’re gonna play all night long!” The Froakie says as he hugs him.

“Uh, yeah,” Damien says to them, “At least I’m not freezing to death.” He quietly mutters.

“Uh, hate to end this moment, but, we need to hide.” The Arcanine says to the two, “Two rare pokemon, out in the open at a park, and the blizzard’s ending now.” He then points at the city as the lights return.

“Yeah, don’t want to be in a pokeball.” Damien says as he then instinctively use Quick Attack to get away from the city. The Arcanine runs behind him. They soon return to the forest, resting by a lakeside.

“Uh, I’m Damien, what’s your name?” Damien asks.

“Um, I’ll be something cool. Like Shadowstrike!” The Froakie says with a grin.

“How about something less crazy sounding?”

“That doesn’t sound crazy. My name is Swiftfire.” The Arcanine comments, “Actually, you should have a new name. Damien doesn’t fit a pokemon very well.”

“Yeah! Big brother’s new name is Waterblade from now on!”

“Waterblade, sounds good. At least I have something to do other than surviving then.” The Greninja says as he pats his brother’s head. There they live safe, warm, and together.

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They say Love can transcend any boundary. It doesn’t matter what kind of love it is, only in that it is both strong and sincere. – Unknown

The egg was said to be too small and weak to survive the winter months. Even the old couple sadly agree to the assessment. But this never really entered Damien’s head. To him, the egg has to survive the cold winter months no matter what. Even though he has no way of taking care of the egg by himself. He was just an orphan whose orphanage closed down recently. He lied to the old couple, claiming to be pokemon caretaker or some other occupation like it. Now he’s in the park with an egg in the middle of winter.

“Don’t worry little guy.” He says as he hugs the egg, “I won’t give up on you.” He then begins to walk away, heading to the forest and beyond, for he overheard the fact that a pokemon egg will hatch after taking a number of steps. He doesn’t know that this was nothing more than an urban legend.

Wearing nothing but an old set of clothes and his backpack, he wanders through the winter months, hugging the egg to keep it warm. He goes deeper and deeper into the woods, heading towards the city in the other side. He befriended some fire types to keep him and the egg warm, but it didn’t wiggle.

“Come on little guy.” He mutters as he rest on his blanket, letting his head lie on an Arcanine’s fur and still hugging the cold egg as the sun shines less and less. The weather gets worse and worse.

He still continues his wandering, heading towards the next city with the egg in his arms. After one month, the egg wiggles for the first time. Damien smiles weakly as he hugs the egg. “Y-you’re almost there b-buddy. W-we’re going to have a l-lot of fun once you’re o-out.” He then continues in his wandering to the city. What he didn’t realize is that he’s lost in the woods due to whiteout.

The Arcanine whines as Damien finds himself resting in the cave more and more often. It is he end of the second month while the egg wiggles more and more. He ignores the numbing of his fingers and toes.

“Don’t worry.” He says as he pets the Arcanine. “I’m still here.” He didn’t feel the fire dog’s fur as he pets him.

On the third month, the weather is very harsh. The blizzard fall for days on end as Damien, the Arcanine, and the egg reach the city. The lights are off, the power lines have fallen, and there’s no one outside. They simply head towards the park, sit down on a bench, and rest. The egg is shaking like crazy.

Then the egg hatch and a young Froakie pops out and see the pale skinned Damien with blue lips and heavy eyes looking at him. “Y-you’ve hatched. I-I’m s-so proud of you.” His eyes then close as he gives off his last breath. The Arcanine howls echo through the winter night of the empty city as the Froakie jumps at Damien’s head and cries as well. The tears falling on Damien’s face.

He then begins to glow.

Damien, in his fading thoughts, feels something strange happening all over him. He thinks it’s just the numbing of his body, only to realize that it’s getting warmer now.

His clothes seem to melt away like snow as his skin gains a shiny blue and pale yellow color all over. Light blue patches grow on his knees and elbows. His hands and feet get webbed as his fingers and toes merge into three fingers and two toes each with sticky round tips at the end. He feels his tongue extend out of his mouth, encircle his neck, and lie on his waist. His ears seems to be pulled as they turn into sharp tips webbed with the growing fins. His face pushes forward into a snout as his eyes turn red. His body shape changes, getting thin and bulgy in places.

The Arcanine watches in shock as the Froakie jumps at the now sleeping Greninja with a smile on his face. This wakes Damien up and looks at him.

“W-what the?” He mutters as he looks at the strange blue and yellow skin.

“You’re okay brother!” The Froakie exclaims as Damien finds his strength returning, the cold isn’t bothering him anymore.

“B-brother? W-what’s going on? W-what happened to me?” Damien says as he stands up and looks at his new body.

“Big brother was gonna sleep but I don’t want you to sleep. So I wish and wish, and now we’re gonna play all night long!” The Froakie says as he hugs him.

“Uh, yeah,” Damien says to them, “At least I’m not freezing to death.” He quietly mutters.

“Uh, hate to end this moment, but, we need to hide.” The Arcanine says to the two, “Two rare pokemon, out in the open at a park, and the blizzard’s ending now.” He then points at the city as the lights return.

“Yeah, don’t want to be in a pokeball.” Damien says as he then instinctively use Quick Attack to get away from the city. The Arcanine runs behind him. They soon return to the forest, resting by a lakeside.

“Uh, I’m Damien, what’s your name?” Damien asks.

“Um, I’ll be something cool. Like Shadowstrike!” The Froakie says with a grin.

“How about something less crazy sounding?”

“That doesn’t sound crazy. My name is Swiftfire.” The Arcanine comments, “Actually, you should have a new name. Damien doesn’t fit a pokemon very well.”

“Yeah! Big brother’s new name is Waterblade from now on!”

“Waterblade, sounds good. At least I have something to do other than surviving then.” The Greninja says as he pats his brother’s head. There they live safe, warm, and together.