Pokemon: The Embers Still Burn

The only keepsakes his parents left behind were two eggs.

One hatched into a six-tailed fox, warm as a little stove that would never go out. The other was gray, quiet, and motionless, like a silent stone.

Every night as A Shou fell asleep, he dreamed of fragments of the future. Flames. Cracked eggshells. And a hand holding him up from the side, cool and steady, keeping him from falling.

He didn't know what these visions meant. He only knew the gray egg was still alive, just slower to wake than the others. Taking the six-tailed fox and the egg with him, he set out along the path his parents never got to finish. The mountains in the north held answers, friends awaited him at their foot, and all kinds of things lay ahead on the road. The egg would hatch, the fire would blaze, and the road would stretch ever onward.

This is a story about waiting, companionship, and kindling a flame.