Bonus Chapter: The Campfire story.
It was late at night and a group of four Pokémon gathered around a campfire on a wide open field. Only the fire and the stars lightened the night.
"And that's the story.", one Pokémon said. An Alcremie, white as snow with purple eyes, covering herself in a brown mantle, talking to a Bisharp, wearing a white toga.
"That story was awfully long, I must say.", the Bisharp said. "Where do you even got this story from?"
The Alcremie smiled.
"From him of course.", she said and pointed to the other two Pokémon. A Wooloo with a pink ribbon on her head, sleeping tightly. On her back sat a Mimikyu, sleeping as well and wearing a purple and yellow scarf. His costume and his scarf were both frayed and bleached and were as old as the Mimikyu.
"He TOLD you?!", the Bisharp asked and put extra effort in the word 'told'.
"He wrote a book. It's belongs to my family for years. He even hired someone to copy it multiple times, to make sure it will not be lost. All that long before ... you know.", the Alcremie explained. "Of course, the story I just told was all from memory and it all happened so long ago. Maybe he left some parts out, maybe he changed some parts, maybe he added some parts. There are rumours in my family he never had contacts with real ghosts and that Yinping was just put in there to make himself look more special than he actually was."
"The world may never know.", the Bisharp answered.
"Also ...", the Alcremie said again. "My grandfather, Edward, once told me he used to stutter, especially when nervous. He always felt ashamed of it, so he left it out."
"But what I don't understand ..."
"Yes?"
"The egg. I must say, what was up with that? Was that a thing or was this interpreted into the story as well. Like, an artistic meaning. You mentioned something with his brother? I did not got that part."
"I know from second hand it was a thing.", the Alcremie said. She took a stick and poked the fire with it.
"And what was up with it?" the Bisharp asked. "You never really concluded this in your story."
The Alcremie snickered.
"Because it's not part of that story anymore.", she paused. "He wrote a second book as well! Want me to tell you that one, too?"
"No way!", the Bisharp told her and swung his arms to further signal his refusal. "No way! ... but ... can you just tell what was with that egg?"
The Alcremie looked back to the Mimikyu, sleeping peacefully.
"It was my grandmother."
But this is yet another story.
