The Path to Where I StandA
Prologue

Small green paws nudged two eggs so that they leaned on each other. Then the creature began arranging warm fur, feathers, and plant matter into a small nest to keep the eggs from becoming cold. As they worked, the creature began to sing in an eerie, haunting tone.
“Watching. Waiting. Fearing. Hating.
The final hope buoyed up by evil’s wings.
Tarnished silver, the purifier, she sings.
Trust judgement made by mask of dreams.
Storm broken by one not on the side she seems.
Led by the valorous sword of steel.
United by kindness, we feel.
Balance shall be kept ‘til last breath.
As he rises empowered from--”
“What are you doing?”
The singer turned around, revealing obsidian black eyes with unnatural white pupils. “Why did you follow me?” it rasped in a grating voice, completely unlike the one it had had while singing.
“What are you doing to those eggs?” the newcomer asked. Gold eyes glinted, concerned.
“None of you business. It won’t kill you,” the singer snorted.
The newcomer laughed bitterly. “We both know that’s not what you want. What are you doing with those eggs?”
“If you must know, I’m keeping them from dying.”
“That’s not like you, and you know it. You can’t fool me. You’re up to something, something terrible. What is it?”
“Like I’d tell you,” the singer rasped, and then took off in flight, leaving both eggs behind.
The newcomer approached the eggs, examining the nest, before drawing back and hissing in repulsion. The two eggs inside the nest seemed completely unremarkable to average pokemon eyes. But to the newcomer’s eyes one’s aura was twisted somehow, tainted in a terrible way.
It could not be left like this.
The newcomer narrowed its golden eyes, and placed a paw on both eggs, letting positive emotions flow into each unborn pokemon. When the deed was done, it removed its paws and observed the eggs again. The elder still emanated a negative aura, but it was significantly lessened. Meanwhile the younger had an aura now that was so positive, the egg seemed to glow.
Nodding in satisfaction, the newcomer took flight, leaving both eggs to their fate.
And then in the older egg, there appeared a crack.

~~~

The moon hung heaving in the sky, illuminating two bipedal foxlike pokemon hunched over a small nest of eggs. These pokemon had dark charcoal colored fur, and gleaming green eyes. One had a mane of dark, almost blood red fur, while the other had a mane colored neon blue.
The nest held two eggs in it. One was unnaturally large, making the average sized egg beside it seem tiny in comparison.
The larger egg shuddered slightly. One of the pokemon looking at it gasped, and both felt a flurry of excitement in the pit of their stomachs.
“It’s started,” the one whispered. The other took their paw, and held tight.
The egg rocked back and forth, before cracking again. Then the shell split, and out flopped two smaller vulpine pokemon. Their dark charcoal fur was similar in color to their parents. One had a small lock of fur that was blood red, the other had a small lock of fur that was neon blue. They both were curled up into tight balls of damp fur, eyes closed in peaceful sleep.
Careful not to wake the young hatchlings, one of the larger pokemon tenderly picked up each kit in his arms, cradling them to his chest. In a soft voice, he whispered “Welcome to Hoenn, children…”

~~~

Meanwhile, regions away, one of the two abandoned eggs was hatching as well, although not as quickly, and with no one waiting to welcome it into life. The larger one shivered slightly, although not hard enough to knock over the egg leaning on it, almost as if the hatchling inside was aware it had a sibling nearby. Soon, a small area near the bottom of the egg cracked. And then another crack formed there. And another, until a small hole had formed.
From the hole squirmed out a catlike pokemon with glowing green eyes, black and blue fur, a puff of yellow fluff on the end of its tail, and a small ring of yellow fur on each foreleg.
The little pokemon looked around, taking in the other egg nearby. It looked up to the sky, and the moon slowly becoming obscured by clouds, and let out a soft, questioning mew. “...Shi?”
It seemed to be all alone.
But then on the wind came the faintest whisper, the merest suggestion of what could have been a voice.
“You have quite a destiny ahead of you, young X. Help me out, and I’ll keep you happy forever…”



A few years ago I wanted to turn the backstory of a few of my favorite OCs into a fanfiction.
And I did. And it was the longest and best fanfiction I wrote.
But here's the thing. Some of the stuff I did earlier sucked. I made a bunch of plot threads that were terrible, and it was way too hard to clean them up or ignore them without making things awkward.
So I'm just redoing that story from the beginning.
This is that story.
Welcome to The Path to Where I Stand.