The child walked
About the city
Scouring its streets
Without a care
Popping in and out
Darting about
Dancing through
Until there it was
A green stone
Shaped like an egg
With a single thunderbolt
Striking through the middle
The child
Curious
Circled the stone
But before long temptation overcame
The child pounced upon the stone
Holding it close
Examining its details
Until there was a flash of light
The area exploded in white and blue
The child lost consciousness
As the soul drifted above the body
And with a bang the light disappeared
Awakening the body lay on the street
The soul had re-entered
But the person was not the same
There was a spark inside not felt before
Scared the thing darted away
In and out of alleys
Something felt different
There was something building inside
The thing was becoming sad now lost in the city
A place once familiar but now seeming foreign
It ran to the outskirts
The sky getting darker
Finding a lake the thing peered in
With a howl it recoiled back
What had it become
What was staring back
Confused, angry, and sad
It could take it no more
The charge built to a head
A tremendous thunderbolt lit the sky over the city
On that day the transformation had occurred
The reflection of the jagged yellow fur sparkled in the moonlight
There was no return to the life that had once passed
Jolteon was born
