WwC Pg.2

	I never could sleep to well, and much like my sleeping patterns, one-day Lloyd randomly appeared into my life. Well, at least his egg appeared, I guess. Blue with a single black strip down across it at some off-kilter angle. I guess that’s what attracted me to it, that and the fact it had no nesting around it, no parental figures guarding it. It was just there, bare, alone… I sighed, I waited there, then I realized I was probably scaring off the only parents this egg might have had. So at the time I thought it wise to just hide behind a thicket, or a bush, and maybe wait to see if it was alone. You don’t see too many unguarded eggs like that, and if you do, they’re usually cracked open by the more predatory types in the forest. They usually kept humans alone. I waited for hours behind that itchy plant, and nothing. It was stupid at the time, given Lloyd’s “Sixth sense” and what not. “Aura” he called it, and he could sense it. He’d grab my hand and he’d say he could, feel what I felt, see what I saw, see my soul. I doubted that last one.

	No responses. Nothing. I got up and watched the egg from close on up. The forest would usually be empty, probably due to how high up I was, not many things wanted to call it home, given the heavy snow falls, or the jet stream winds during the spring, or the rain during the summer… This place got four seasons of weather, really.

	“HELLOOOO! ANYONE THERE, ANYONE?...”

	I Hollered through the sea of green and brown, nothing. Only my echoing voice followed my attempt to find company. I didn’t know what was inside this egg at the time, and didn’t know who left it here. But it was just here. Plum stuck in the middle of the path I would constantly tread, when I needed to think, needed to cry, needed to tread. If I had any sense about me I’d say something was following me, spying on me to see if I was worthy? I don’t know if they made the right choice, but I didn’t think of that at the time. I reached out towards the egg. It was warm, I didn’t feel it move much, but I did feel tingles, small vibrations in my own skin, the many hairs on my arm slowly finding their way to point upward. It was a sight. When I pulled my arm away, The hairs would fall back, I guess that was his “Aura”
at the time, penetrating the egg shell. After another hour, it was starting to get dark. So I grabbed it like a birthday present, but didn’t shake it like one, and went on my merry way. It was stuck to my chest like my own damn nipples, I don’t really know what came over me, but I wanted to keep it safe. My cabin was only an hours hike away, and thankfully the GPS on my old phone still worked well in the isolation I set myself in.

	The egg was heavy, but the fitness training I put myself through made that a non-issue. I was back at my home in no time. My breathing was short, and my excitement was large, I kicked open my door, and quickly ran to my bed. I plopped the egg down, and it fell to its side on the matress.

	“Oh fuck” I exclaimed. I apologized to the egg for swearing, and propped it up with some fitted sheets in my closet. Then I wrapped up the egg itself in one of my scarves.

	“You keep that safe, you know? That was from an old friend…” I thought to myself that since that scarf  was given to me at a young age, and I guess you could consider Eggs young, so, maybe this counts as helping a kid too? I mean it didn’t have to be a kid I helped. I would give donations to people who needed them, worked at a few soup kitchens from time to time, feeding some homeless Pokémon  and People, The… Pokémon were always the nicer ones, but people can become bitter for their reasons, and I never really liked to judge too much, nor did I really have the time to. I spent the night watching the egg on my bed. Sitting Criss-cross, eyes bright and smile wide. I never had a Pokémon before…