The other day, while I was playing Pokemon, the idea of this popped into my mind and thus, this fic was born.
The snowflakes swirled through the air, creating odd patterns in the sky, before gently falling to the ground.
A flickering light emanated from a near by overhanging piece of rock on a rocky slope. Inside, huddling by a small fire, was a lone Charmander who was staring at its tail's flame, the tip of it sitting in the fire itself.
He had been injured by a flock of Spearow and had become separated from his family. He had quickly become lost and stumbled into colder territory, much different from the warm rocky mountains, close to the desert, where he had been raised.
Its flame had been slowly fading ever since the temperature started dropping earlier in the week. While the flame had once been large and bright, it was now small and dim.
The Charmander shivered. His orange skin had paled somewhat and its once bright, blue eyes were dreary and faded, as if he had accepted his defeat.
His strength had almost completely diminished, only having enough energy to create to small fire with a pitiful Ember to try keep its flame going for as long as possible.
The Charmander never imagined this would be the way it would die.
He had always imagined he would die in battle, as a powerful and mighty Charizard, just like his father had.
During the Chamander's inner musings, he hadn't noticed the fire start to die out. Panicking, the Charmander tried to create another Ember but to its dismay nothing happened. The flames slowly died down, leaving a smouldering pile of ash and half burned twigs.
Tears sprung to his eyes.
He was really going to die here.
It would take a miracle to save him now.
How he prayed for a miracle.
A cold enveloped his being as his tail's flame faded from existence. He had been told it was impossible for a Charmander, or any of its evolutions, to survive without their tail's flame. It was their life source.
Realising there was no hope, the Charmander rested his head on his arms and closed his eyes. He could not prevent death from coming so why fight it? It was hopeless to do so.
He could feel his life ebbing away.
Memories of a happier time entered his mind. He was sent back to his nest-days. A time where him, his brothers and his sisters could gather around their mother and listen in awe at the legends and fairytales they were told. A smile graced his face.
And his world faded to black.
How did I do? Reviews are welcomed with open arms
Werepire out ~