First Night:
I was born on the 18th March 1985 as Yukio Joifuru, meaning happy and joyful in Japanese of course. My parents were Kenji (my dad) and Amaterasu (my mum) and both cradled me lovingly as soon as I was introduced to the world, the world that would become my playground. The world that is, of course, Planet Earth.
What set me apart from all other Cyndaquil, was the colour of my fur, black and it still is to this day.
I was born in this woodland just outside the village of Kasaikoumaru (fire season purity), a village that had for many years held the element of fire as sacred.
They held it so sacred, in fact, that every time a full moon lit the sky like a dusty diamond, the villagers selected a fire type Pokemon from the woodland to be guardian of the village, warming the village people who ventured outside at night and lit the darkened streets with the burning passion of its flames.
It watched over the village dutifully until the final day on the calendar of the full moon, in which it was allowed to leave the village and head back into the densely vegetated woodland that surrounded three sides of Kasaikoumaru.
It is a tradition that has spanned many a century with the villagers sharing a pact to ensure this tradition remains and marked on every villager's calendar year after year, like it was the only New Year's Resolution that ever mattered.
I was in the business of settling into my newly gifted life from our home deep within the woodlands. It was cosy, accommodating and basked beautifully in warmth. It was just the way a child like me would want it.
The outdoor vegetation provided many hours of fun for little me.
As is typical for a Cyndaquil though, my senses were developing better than my eyesight, something that would come to me once I become a Quilava.
All I needed now was a friend to be with.
I was unfortunate to have never really bonded with any creature at this time to secure a glowing friendship.
It was strange given that I was so dearly loved and treasured by my loving parents like I was gold or silver.
My first night was memorable, as me and my wonderful parents sat beside a midnight fire, embracing its warmth as if it were a hug.
I remember being startled by my witnessing of a moving flame making itself known amongst the nearby trees as its presence illuminating the somewhat comforting darkness was unsettling.
My parents were disturbed by this and ordered me to go inside and finish my delicious food in there, meaning our home.
Being as young as I was, I took their order to heart and headed back down into our pristine housing.
My parents rid our areas of the woodlands of the flames that once had its desire to keep us warm within the dark night.
I sat inside our warm burrow after slowly consuming the remainder of my food.
Despite my age, I sat there worried. Worried about my parents. Worried what will become of them.
Thankfully my prayers were answered as they trotted back to me, huddled up within the warmth of the burrow. It was such a relief to be wrapped in their arms like the best gift money can buy. Except I was no buyable gift, only a loving and vulnerable child.
They told me it was a torch bearer wandering through the woods in the midst of the dark night. I would grow to know this event as the sacred fire village Kasaikoumaru's full moon event, as tonight was the first night of the big white sphere in the sky's month or so nightly realm. This was the night that a lone villager was chosen to venture into the woods to bring back a Fire Pokemon to be guardian of the village until the realm of the full moon is vanquished, until next time that is.
I was cradled and cuddled by my parents in their warming arms, as warm in fact as the moon is bright. I felt loved and well cared for, which of course I was.
It was then shameful of a sudden strong breeze to rip through our burrow; the candles went out and swallowed us up inside choking black darkness.
I shivered uncontrollably for the price of being frightened and intimidated.
My parents saw to this and told me everything was going to be OK. How I wish it always turned out that way.
I could see the harsh orange glow emanating wildly from the villager's flame lit torch, even with limited vision.
He stood outside nearby, making an attempt to enchant a wild Ponyta from its perch within lush green vegetation.
Noctowls aligned the trees, calling out loudly within the intimidating blackness of the unforgiving woodlands.
I cowered in the face of all this and pressed my face to my mother's soft stomach.
She told me not to fear them as she and my father would always be there for me. I never doubted that for a second.
My mother put me to bed, a newly made golden hay stack. It was small but well fitting for me.
As the villager disappeared, his mission a success, my mother told me a story, one enchanting fairytale land within a perfect world, hoping that she could take me there one day.
I smiled at the very thought, even in my tender age.
Then after the story's conclusion, my mother pressed her lips to my temple and bid me goodnight.
My father had set off to dream world already, the result of a long and exhausting day, especially with my introduction to the world.
The same became of me within mere moments of my father doing so, my world went black as I departed blissfully into sweet dreams.