A/N: Written for the A Prompt Per Pokemon Challenge, Flabebe – write a dark fic.
Dying Calls
Like Absol appeared in times of disaster, Flabebe appeared in times of death and funerals. When an old woman tethered at her death-bed and the sweet aroma of a fairy flower wafted through the window, stealing away those final breaths. When a child trapped under wood or mud stopped struggling, eyes drooping, as a flash of colour brought a little smile to their lips. When a person dangled precariously from a height, fingers just holding on but, ever so slowly, letting go, found a little peace and a few final words in that tiny form that floated up to them –
But while it brought peace to the soon dead, it brought a sense of hopelessness and despair to those around. And so the little fairies, once so happily invited, were shunned. The fairy flowers that grew around towns and villages and other human settlements were burnt and their ashes scattered on the wind. Windows around sick beds were kept closed. Children were warned to run and shut their eyes if they ever saw a Flabebe. Because Flabebe had rapidly become known as harbringers of death, and whenever one appeared it seemed the ash of a funeral would not be far behind.
But like the Absol, the Flabebe were not responsible for those deaths. The dying souls yearning for a little peace called out to them, and all they were doing was answering those calls.