A small Charmander named Flint opened his eyes in the dark home. He could see a Charizard, his mother, and two smaller Charmanders beside him. He knew they were his brother and sister. His sister, an adventurous, curious Charmander named Magma, was younger then Flint. Flint also had a brother, the youngest of the three, named Ember. Ember was caring, shy, and nervous. Flint was the alert one. He would go along with whatever Magma and Ember wanted to do, but he would make sure they were safe. His mother, a Charizard named Spark, had once been captured. She would tell her young about how the pokeballs, the pokemon, the trainers. "If you ever get caught," She would say, "Don't get attached and escape as soon as possible." The Charmanders would listen as she told them more tales that lured them to sleep in the dark burrow in the meadow where they lived. The burrow was safe from humans, and was big enough for Charizards. Any trespassers that came in would get a flamethrower. The mother Charizard would protect her young, no matter what. But even she knew she could not protect them forever. As she saw her Charmanders asleep, she curled around them and sleep too.
