Once upon a time there was an elf who loved a pokemon. She loved the pokemon with a deep burning passion that consumed her. Tragically the pokemon did not know of the elf's passion for him, for the elf believed that the pokemon would not return her love, and so she pined for the pokemon, listening to the sweet music that he made, and letting her passion burn with in her. Perhaps if the elf had told the pokemon of her love, he would have relized a love for her as well, and they could have filled the lonely nights with song together. Sadly, the elf never told the pokemon what lay in her heart, and her passion burned with in her until she was consumed, and her ashes blew away on the wind. The pokemon never knew what happened to the elf. One day she simply wasn't there any more. The elf's sudden disappearance made him sad that he had lost a friend. The pokemon still sings in the lonely nights, and some nights his song is sad as he wonders where the elf has gone. The forest listens to the pokemon's song in the night, and marvles at it's beauty.