The tall, dark figure looked down at the sleeping little girl, a resigned look on his face. The tiny child was fast asleep, her normally stunning amethyst eyes shut tight, her blonde curls fanning her face. Beside her, on each side, the teenage boy had lain two eggs the size of watermelons. One was a reddish orange and covered in swirling designs of fire. It seemed to pulse with heat. The other one was as white as snow, with pale lilac flowers decorating the shell. Unlike the first egg, it radiated cold, although not enough to harm the little child.
The teen shifted to hang over the girl, kissing the top of her forehead. "Goodbye, little one." he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I hope, for your own sake, that we never meet again." Noise sounded out in the hallway, and as the boy leaped out the window, he gave the girl one last sorrowful look.
"Mommy? Rylen?" The little girl asked, rubbing sleep out of her eyes as she sat up. Her eyes lit up with excitement, and all the tiredness left her as she laid eyes on the two eggs beside her. "Rylen! The Pokémon fairy came!" She crowed, leaping out of bed and dashing to her brother's room. "Rylen! Rylen?" She skidded to a halt, her excitement fading as she found her mother sobbing uncontrollably next to her brother's bed, clutching a piece of paper to her chest.
"Mommy? Are you okay?" she asked uncertainly, tears starting to form at the corner of her eyes. "What's wrong?" Her mother pulled her to her chest, heaving out another sob as she did so. "Rylen went far away sweetheart." she choked out. "He can't ever come back."
The little girl started to wail. "No! He can't! He promised to teach me all about Pokémon!" she cried. The girl's cries only seemed to upset her mother more, and they both clutched each other, drowning in their grief together as the moon shone pale above them. The world would go on, although a piece of their hearts would be forever broken.