This fanfiction takes place before Novel 5. Holo and Lawrence set out towards the north. However, during their journey they come across a small village called Kveir, known for selling fine wolf pelts and specialty weapons. With winter fast approaching, the two travelers decide to stay for a night, however little did they know this decision would end up almost tearing them apart.

In today's world of Pokemon, many trainers have forgotten what it means to keep the bond between them and their pokemon. They are only concern for power, shinnies, and hidden egg moves. Once they obtain these specific Pokemon, those like Charizard here, experience what that feeling is to be unimportant. This is a story to show you the heartache of what it means to be forgotten