CHAPTER 4
It has been one month since the death of Cubone's mother. Since then, Cubone has been living off the land, and always with his guard up.
Cubone never returned to the cave that he had once called home. The thought of that he had once lived there with his mother was too much for him to bear. Instead, he would always be on the move. Never stopping unless he needed to eat or rest.
Cubone had a hard time finding water to drink. Once in a while, he would find a small oasis in the desert which had enough water for him to last for days. However, he couldn't stay at the oasis because potential predators would be there for water as well.
Finding food was even harder to find than water. The only place Cubone knew where to get food was at the tree that had been destroyed during the storm the night his mother died. Oddly enough, Cubone would sometimes wake up to a pile of apples next to him. Cubone didn't know where the apples came from, but since food was scarce in the desert, he would always eat them anyway.
Cubone could never get over the death of his mother. He would sometimes cry himself to sleep, and even the skull that he wore was stained with tears. His dreams would always be about his mother.
One night, Cubone found a nice little rock that he could rest is head on. The moon was full and the sky was filled with stars. Cubone hadn't had anything to drink all day and was dehydrated. He lay down and looked up at the stars. He looked around to see if he could remember all the constellations that his mother had told him about. But then he heard a voice.
"Cubone," it said.
Cubone jumped to his feet and quickly grabbed his bone.
"Who's there?" he shouted.
He looked around to see who it was, but no one was there. The voice spoke again,
"Cubone," it said.
Cubone was now angry. "Show yourself!"
The voice spoke again but this time, it spoke in a familiar soft voice. "Cubone," it said.
"Mom?" said the now calmer Pokémon.
He looked everywhere around himself, but all he could find was some rocks and shrubs. It wasn't until the voice called his name again when he noticed it was coming from above him. He tilted his head upwards and was astonished at what he saw. Inside the moon was the face of his mother.
"Mom! Is that really you?" he asked.
His mother spoke, "Cubone."
The face of Cubone's mother didn't move her lips when she spoke, nor did she blink, nor did she smile. She just stared down at Cubone with no emotion.
Cubone for once was happy since his mother's death. He dropped his bone in excitement and continued to ask his mother questions.
"How are you talking to me? Are you some kind of ghost?" he asked.
His mother spoke, "Cubone."
Cubone began to be confused. Why would she only speak his name? Why did she look like she didn't know Cubone? He asked these questions to his mother. Once again, she only spoke his name.
Cubone's confusion turned into frustration. He began to yell at his mother with all his might, telling his mother to answer his questions.
His mother spoke, "Cubone."
What Cubone thought was a dream come true, had now turned into his worst nightmare. Hearing his mother say his name was now torture to him. He covered his ears as his mother continued to say his name. Cubone eventually yelled something at his mother that he never thought he would have said.
"Leave me alone!" he roared. "I don't need you anymore!"
He then looked back up at the moon and to his amazement; his mother's face was no longer there. The whole time he had been hallucinating from dehydration. Cubone was both relieved and upset that his mother had left. He went back to the rock and placed his head on it and fell to sleep. For once, Cubone did not dream about his mother.
Cubone had learned his first of several life lessons that would come in the near future. Although death is a terrible thought, it is even worse to let the thought take over you.