The relics left behind by the parents are two eggs.
One hatched Vulpix, as warm as a small stove that would never go out. The other one is gray, quiet, motionless, like a silent stone.
Every night when he goes to sleep, Mamoru dreams of fragments of the future. Firelight. Broken eggshell. There was also a pair of hands that supported him from the side, cold and steady, preventing him from falling.
He didn't know what these images meant. He only knew that the gray egg was still alive, but it woke up slower than others. With Vulpix and Gray Egg, he embarked on the path that his parents failed to walk. There are answers in the mountains to the north, friends waiting for him at the foot of the mountains, and many things he will encounter along the way. The eggs will break, the fire will burn, and the road will get farther and farther.
This is a story about waiting, companionship and burning up.
