Well, everyone, I have made a new story. Well, the prologue to a new story if anyone would like. I have seen a few stories with Ash being a pokemon or being changed into one and well it served as an inspiration. That and other stories that dealt with characters being changed into pokemon, mostly Ash you know but I digress. So I figured why not instead give it to someone else? My favorite pokegirl is Serena so yeah. Anyway, I hope you like this and if you do I'll continue it. So without further adieu.

A special thanks to both Ri2 and StarBlazer3025 for proofreading the prologue.

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Serena. That was the name Grace had picked for her child. It came as a surprise when she found out she was pregnant. It certainly explained why she started throwing up in the morning. She had half a mind to yell at her lover for knocking her up, but the thought soon turned into a whirlwind of emotions. First was fear at the thought of being a mother, then anger at the man who impregnated so suddenly. Finally, the emotion that surprised her was joy. She was going to be a mother and she couldn't wait to teach her child how to be a Rhyhorn racer just like her

That was all months ago. It was only a day ago that Grace had had her little girl and already she was looking for a new home. There was nothing wrong with Lumiose City, well maybe if one doesn't count her ex, but Rhyhorn racing training would be a bit of a problem within the urbanized environment. Plus, she always pictured a nice little place in the country to raise her child.

The sound of wing beats was heard as a tiny bird Pokémon flew by the window of her hospital room. "Fletching," the Fletching chirped as the tiny robin Pokémon jumped on the edge of the bed. Grace gave the small bird Pokémon a smile before she petted it.

Grace showed the small robin an image of the house she had been considering. "What do you think about moving to Vaniville Town, Fletchling? It's nice, small, and there's plenty of open space for you to fly.

The robin like Pokémon jumped a bit and landed on Grace's shoulder, excited for a pleasant change of pace. "Fletch, Fletchling!" The tiny bird chirped happily

Grace scratched the bird under its chin, a smile on her face, "That settles it then. We're moving to Vaniville." Grace couldn't wait to take Serena with her to their new home.

Her thoughts on her new home and family were soon interrupted as the Doctor walked in with a concerned look on his face, "Ms. Yvonne, I'm afraid I have some terrible news.

Grace turned to the doctor in alarm, her mind pushing away thoughts of a happy life in the country. "What is it, Doctor?" Her thoughts started to form into a panic. "Is Serena alright?" There hadn't been any problems with her that she knew of the last time she'd seen her.

The tiny robin Pokémon sensed her mistress's worry and spoke up, hoping it wasn't anything serious, "Fletch, Fletchling?"

The doctor looked away as he tried to find words for what he was going to say. "I'm sorry, Ms. Yvonne but your newborn daughter…" The doctor stopped as he didn't know how to continue. Steeling his nerves, the doctor finished with an apologetic tone, "We don't believe she will make it past the day."

Grace's face fell as she heard those words. She froze up as her mind raced with all of this. Fletchling's eyes watered as she heard this. The little bird Pokémon couldn't believe what she was hearing herself. "Fletchling..." The little Pokémon was almost as heartbroken as her trainer.

Finally, Grace overcame her shock as the weight of the news hit her heart. She was just ready to be a mother, and now... "There has to be something you can do! Oh Arceus, please tell me there's something you can do!" Grace begged, tears forming in her eyes.

The doctor looked down, not wanting to meet her eyes. Telling a mother that her child was dying was never easy, "I am sorry, but there is nothing we can do."

"No, oh Arceus please no…" Grace couldn't take it anymore and she started to sob. She was soon joined by Fletchling, who was crying with her trainer at the impending loss of her daughter.

It moved silently through the Kalosian city, its mind reminiscing as to the get together that had just concluded. A few of the Legendary and Mythical Pokémon as the researchers called them periodically got together to keep up-to-date on goings-on around the world. While humans would most certainly be awestruck to witness one of these meetups, it was more of an informal hangout between old friends than anything world-shaking. Most of the time, anyway.

Near the end, a few interesting things had cropped up. The Swords of Justice had found a new Pokémon like them and started training him. It was rare that a new potential "Legend" would suddenly appear, and so was a topic of much discussion. Then a few had started to talk about champions and potential successors, but it wasn't as interested in them. Due to its nature, it had never needed either of those and saw no reason the pattern shouldn't continue indefinitely.

It let its mind wander to something else. It was something it knew was coming. Something terrible that hadn't been seen in a long time. It brought itself out of its musing and realized that while lost in thought, it had apparently wandered into what appeared to be a hospital. A place of healing the sick and injured. A place where lives were usually saved. Basically, a Pokémon Center for humans. It paused as it heard crying coming from one of the rooms. On a whim, it decided to see what was causing such distress.

As it entered it saw a Fletchling asleep on a windowsill with dried tears visible on its beak. In a hospital bed was a human female crying over an infant in her arms. It could sense the overwhelming grief, the despair coming from the human mother as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Hovering over the pair it could see why the mother was crying, 'The young one is not long for this world,' it thought solemnly. With its senses, it could feel the newborn's life slip away. How cruel. Practically on the day, it came into this world the young one would leave it. 'I am sorry, little one.' It focused on the mother before turning to the infant, 'At least you should know your mother loves you.'

It turned and was about to leave, but stopped. Turning back, it focused on the infant as a strange sensation came over it. It moved over the child, feeling its life force holding on by a thread. The child was fighting to hold on to life. Admirable, but it was a futile effort really.

And yet…

Reaching out to the child, it focused on the feeling that came over it. It recalled the talk from before about Champions and Successors. Perhaps it's colleagues had been onto something…and given what was coming, it might be beneficial to stack the deck in its favor as much as possible.

The being's mind was made up. As the last bit of life almost left the child's body, a spring of energy came forth from outside and held it back. 'It is not your time, young one.' With that, the being poured a bit of itself into the child, pulling her back from the grip of death.

It gave a tired sigh as it pulled back. What it had done to the child to save her…What it had done was unheard of. True, they could do something like this on occasion, but this child was so far gone it literally put a piece of itself into her. This was truly unprecedented. There was no telling what would come of its actions.

It regretted nothing. Somehow, it knew it had made the right choice with the girl. It looked forward to seeing how she developed in the days and years to come. Taking one final look back, it left the building and vanished into the dead of night.

Grace looked at the stunned doctors as Serena giggled in her arms, perfectly healthy. She had expected to wake up to find her child having left this world, but instead, Serena greeted her with a giggle. The doctors seemed to be broken as they saw this. "How… how?" One of them finally asked after a few moments of silence.

Grace herself didn't care at all. She was overjoyed by all of this. Her daughter was perfectly healthy after being so close to death. "I don't know. And I don't really care," Grace admitted as tears of joy welled up in her eyes

"Fletchling Ling, Fletch!" The tiny robin cried as it hoped to greet the baby. Serena looked at the Pokémon before reaching out, wanting to grab it.

The doctors regained their composure after witnessing the-in their medical opinion-an honest-to-Arceus miracle. "Well, Miss Yvonne, it seems your daughter has made a full recovery. Normally we would like to look after her for a while, but after the hectic day you've had, we suppose you can take her home now." The doctors walked out of the room, murmuring to each other about this turn of events.

Grace didn't seem all that focused as she cradled her daughter. Serena looked back at her before she tried chewing on her finger with her gums. Looking back at the nightstand and the image of the Vaniville house she smiled.

A six-year-old Serena giggled as she chased Fletchling around the yard as Rhyhorn watched. "I'm gonna get you!" Serena jumped as she tried to tackle the bird, which flew away, laughing at her. It then landed on the bow in Serena's hair as she groaned, getting up. "No fair, you can fly!" She complained as Fletchling giggled.

"Well, sorry if you don't have wings," A high-tone feminine voice chirped from the little robin-like Pokémon.

Serena rolled her eyes at the bird, "Yeah, well, just you wait! I'll sprout wings, you'll see, and then there'll be no way you can fly away from me!"

A small chuckle was heard from behind her. "And I'll learn how to swim next week," a deep yet kind masculine voice spoke as Serena turned to Rhyhorn with a puffed up look on her face.

"I don't see you trying to catch Fletchling," Serena pouted as Rhyhorn rolled his eyes and walked up to his trainer's daughter.

"Because unlike you, I don't try to take the little bird's challenge." He looked at Fletchling. "She's doing it on purpose, the little troll."

Fletchling looked offended at this. "I do not!" Rhyhorn smirked, not falling for this one bit.

As the three-continued arguing, Grace watched from the window. She remembered when Serena was four years old and started saying that she could talk to Pokémon. At first, she thought it was something born of her childlike mind, but now she was starting to wonder if she was serious.

That wasn't the only strange thing she'd noticed. Around Serena's birthday, she could feel something come by the house. Something that seemed to be almost watching Serena. Normally something like that would make her rife with fear, especially considering how close she'd come to losing her child once, but…she couldn't bring herself to be worried. It was kind of eerie, really.

Grace shook her head as she pushed the last bit away. 'It's nothing Grace, you're just imagining things.' Grace looked down at the table for a moment. On it was two plane tickets to Kanto and an invite to Professor Oak's summer camp. 'I can't wait to surprise Serena, who knows, maybe she'll meet a cute boy.' Grace giggled to herself. Serena wasn't even ten years old, yet she couldn't wait for her little girl to find someone special. And hopefully, it would be someone better than her father.

Unknown to Grace, something was watching Serena at that very moment, but not with any malicious intent. No, it was watching her to make sure she was safe and ready to take on her role when the time comes.

'You have already grown so much,' the creature that had given Serena new life mused as it watched the girl trying and failing to climb onto Rhyhorn's back. 'I am curious to see how much further you will go…my dear Sereginia…'

Ok I leave which pokemon it is to your imagination which it is. I mean that's the fun of this right? Also, could you guess who Serena's dad might be? You probably have an idea but I don't think I would post the same thing twice, or maybe I would. Now, this is a amourshipping story and I am planning on what the first chapter would be if I write it. Also if your open to any suggestions on pokemon you like to see in the story. I would love to hear your feedback on this so if you have anything I could improve I'll be thankful.