"Momma!" the Cubone called for his missing mother as he trekked through the storming night. Vision blurred, hearing impaired. Trees litter his surroundings. The Cubone was only five years of age. He was alone, scared. He had no plan but to only venture forth in desperation for his mother. The very same mother who lulled him to sleep every night. The very same mother that cared for him through the cycling seasons. Not once did he ask about his father for to him, his mother was just enough.
"Momma!" the little Cubone cried...
"Where are you?!" and cried...
"Momma!" and cried once more. The Cubone was riddled with fear. He clutched the bone his mother helped him pick out shortly after his hatching for it was more than a weapon, it was a memento. A memento of his first memory of his life, and with his mother. Only Arceus knows how much he prayed for her safety. The little Cubone eventually made it into a clearing. It was a rather circular space. Trees still surrounding the area and the storm clouds fill the sky with the occasional thunderclap that the Cubone jumps to every time. The further the Cubone travels, the more the anxiety builds.
"Momma- a- choo!" the Cubone sneezes roughly. He seemed to be developing a cold. But he paid no regard for his health. He wanted to see the safety of his mother. The very same mother that brought purpose to his home. The very same mother that brought purpose to his life. He loved his mother the same as she loved her child.
"Momma! Please, where are you?!" the Cubone cries. And it was then, the Cubone saw a strange figure in the clearing amidst the heavy downpour. He barely made it out but... it became clear. It was definitely a body.
"Momma?" the Cubone calls questioningly. It became even clearer. It was the body of a Marowak, the Cubone's mother.
"Momma!" the Cubone gleamed with joy. Without hesitation, the Cubone races to the still Marowak. And as he is but inches from his mother, his feet lands in something wet. Granted it could have just been a puddle formed from the intense raining. But this didn't feel like an ordinary puddle. It felt thick. Nervous, the little Cubone looked at the puddle. The color was a dark red with a thick substance. The Cubone looked up. The only emotion he felt then was fear and worry.
"Momma?" he whispers under his breath. The Cubone then dropped his cherished bone and made his way forward with caution. His shadow was now casting over his mother's body. He knelt down on both knees beside his mother.
"Momma," he called to the still Marowak. The Cubone picked his arms up and etched them towards his mother.
"Momma," he shook once...
"Cmon, wake up," and again...
"Wake up, Momma!" and he shook once more. Tears began to form in the Cubone's eyes. He called out to his mother with every shake. Though despite the number of times the Cubone called and shook, the mother only lied there, still.
"Please, momma, wake up!" the Cubone called out to his mother. The very same mother that fought to protect her young. And now... the very same mother that died while doing so. A sacrifice that the little Cubone had not witness. But it was a sacrifice that will not be forgotten.
"MOMMA!"