1 Chapter Pov ???

'Why is everything black? Where am I? Huh there is some light but it seems narrow! Lets go for it anyway. Auwch this is really tight squeeze, Auwch luckily it seems, yikes! this is painful, I get some help from behind, this god damn hurts, else I would never pass this. Whohoo finally out! Why is my chest tight? Ow darn I should breath, breath, GOD DAMN IT BREATH' instead of just breathing I cry. I realize that I hurt all over and then I see the white room around me. Together with a nurse, Then I see a woman tired but lovingly looking in my direction.

'Darn I just got reborn? then did I die before? In what world am I? What should I do while growing up? How should I figure stuff out before it is to late?' thousands of questions rave trough my head.

"My child your name will be Vailein from this day on." the woman, who appears to be my mother, seems to tell me. Just before giving me breast milk, my body instincts help but my mind causes me to enjoy the sight of it all, she is a very good looking woman. Yes I am a pervert. I don't know all details of my previous life maybe I will figure it out while I live. After feeding me mom covers up and then a man joins us in the room, 'maybe my dad?'

The man is very enthusiastic to be able to hold me, and being able to kiss his wife. Each day he comes and visits from early morning to late afternoon. the man tries very hard to take care of both of us but he has no clue on how to.

After a week of rest for me and recovering for my mom, and worrying for my dad, my dad is allowed to take us on a small stroll around the Hospital. In the corridors of the hospital I see all kind of pets next to people. Because we are moving at a brisk pace I can't get a good look at them. I do keep looking around curiously though. In the hall just before we exit one of the pets comes closer. 'hey isn't that a Igglybuff, a Pokemon? Mm, now the trouble I only know a few of them inside out, and how does this world work with the Pokemon in it?' More and more questions just not able to ask them yet. Before long I lose sight of the Igglybuff. Halfway into the walk I fall asleep from all the impressions I got, I spotted 100 Pokemon I think.

My dad and mom walked around the hospital every day showing me the surroundings, it is surreal. Everything in this world has Pokemon involvements. Buildings are build by Pokemon instead of machines, gardening is done by grass and bug Pokemon, and I can keep on going.

One more week later me and my family is sent home. We seem to live in a decent house not to small not to big. Seems we are neither rich or poor. When I enter the house I spot a Magcargo eating from the rocks in the garden. In a corner of the garden I spot a weird looking plant, it seems to smile back at me.

"Cradily please don't scare him, he's to young for that, all of you come greet the new member" I seem to hear a male voice saying that. Then I notice the plant wiggle around and move closer, Magcargo comes closer too and they both greet me gently. After a few seconds a big Persian joins in on the greeting als gently licks my small hand, it tickles. A Farfetch perks on my mother's shoulder. A Masquerain goes to my father's shoulder. Last but not least a Chandelure and a Gothitelle float out of the room and greet us.

During the first month at home I get used to being unable to control my body, get my diapers changed and having a liquid diet. After one month I get send to a baby crash each work day during working hours. It's boring, all I can do is lay around and flail so I just wait for this time to pass. I feel like a Magicarp that only knows the move splash, nothing happens.

After being helpless on my own for 4 months I start to get control of my limbs, I can crawl! Oh not without mishaps but at least I can move by myself. This causes Farfetch to never be far from me to prevent me from bumping into table corners.

Mom and dad like to use Magcargo to heat up anything that needs heating up. They cook on a steel plate that is heated by Magcargo to desired temperature. Cradily uses her vines to help with all kind of duties such as doing laundry gardening and other stuff that does not need fine control. Chandelure brings light to where it is needed. Gothitelle helps with stuff like hanging the clothes, doing dishes etc. Farfetch takes care of cooking and hauling me around. Masquerain brings around the family mail and brings back pollen and flowers for in the garden. Persian guards the house like a precious territory.

8 months old: today with the help of something in my hand I can stand, I can waggle 4-5 steps without holding something but after that I fall down very fast. I also start to make other sounds then crying, I try to get my vocal cords to work. Farfetch is a great help learning to walk, her wings catch me before I fall, so my parents are not scared of me hurting myself in the attempts. On the baby crash they get driven mad by my exploration attempts.

9 months old, Yes I can walk. Now how to talk, my vocal cords still are immature and not working properly. I pester my dad and mom to read to me while I watch what they read, it doesn't matter what it is, news, books, children books or even just a ingredient list. They think I love to hear them talk, but it is more for me to recognize the writing, I don't seem to remember much of it after all. As long as they are happy I don't mind it though.

10 months old, I spoke 2 words today: Dada and mama. They are over the ninth haven. I first said Dada when mom was listing, then when mom asked me to repeat it I answered with mama. Then when she moved me to my dad she asked me to say mama again, when in doubt say both: so I did, first Dada then mama. Both grinning like idiots. How I love them.

11 months old, I can finally speak simple words without hurting my throat. Now I can walk stably. So I try and discover the house by myself. Further then moving around in the current room I am in is still impossible. I am too small to open the doors.