When my compensation went from a quasi-divine egg to a dying Torchic, I knew my parents' supposed “disappearance” was a lie.
The League said my parents died in a mission accident, then hastily closed the case;
An envoy delivered a Poke Ball with an underdeveloped creature inside, his eyes darting like a thief's;
Hidden in encrypted fragments of their keepsakes was the truth someone had erased:
They hadn't disappeared. They had chosen to become sacrifices, sealing away an ancient egg.
And the egg is waking up.
I made a blood pact with that Torchic, sharing our lives, but it triggered a forbidden dark ritual.
Every bit of power comes at a price: lifespan, emotions, memories.
Torchic mutated into a shadow of dark flame, while my left eye began to lose its color.
We depend on each other to survive, like two brambles struggling to grow in the soil of a conspiracy...
