Prologue: People live and Die
Johnson Soul passed away November 28th. He was the Rustboro Gym Leader. He was survived by his daughter Roxanne. He was only 62.
A funeral was held the next day. A small gathering, a few people of the city, the Devon executives sent flowers, Steven Stone came fifteen minutes late, and left fifteen minutes early. Not a single tear was shed. Not a word was said. And Roxanne never stood next to the grave, she was always a distance away. After the honoring, everyone left. Roxanne stood, yards away from the stone, alone. She was wore a simple dress in black, and stared contently at the gravesite. The forgetting would be easy, but the living would not. No one felt deep sadness, and no one wept or groaned. A man forgotten, an empty position, and a career built on stones. Roxanne finally left the gravesite and a trickle of sweat slipped down her face. There are things needing tending. There is work.
What happens when a good man dies? Is his spirit brought to a land of greats? Or is he forgotten and swept away into history? Come right in, explore her world and follow the tale, we'll begin: this story needs remembering.
Authors Note: This is a story written quite a while ago. I'll update regularly.