I know this really isn't shipping, but I had to write this. Based off Lights by Ellie Goulding.
Lapras was probably the last of her kind. Even though she looked young, she was something over 50 years old. She was the only one of her kind to learn their lesson; humans were to be avoided. She had fled into Union Cave, far away from the open sea and blue sky she had grown up with.
Sometimes, she would hear the voices of the lapras who had died at the hands of hunters. She missed her mate, her family. She didn't know what had happened to her egg, it had been washed away in a rough storm. If it had survived, it had probably been killed by hunters.
One day, a sun stone washed up onto the shore of the cave she lived in. It had probably been swept to sea, and was then carried here. Even in the dark, she could see the soft glow, and she sighed. It reminded her of the sun, of her ocean home. Maybe this was a sign, that it was time to emerge once more.
But… Lapras still remembered the scream of her sister, as the hunter she had been trying to save turned on her. She could still feel the pain from her old scar, where she had been badly injured by a harpoon. The rest of her family had been killed in a similar manner. No, humans were dangerous and crazy. She would stay in her cave.
But the sun stone still pulsed softly, warm and welcoming. It reminded her of home. It both soothed and worsened the ache in her chest.
Because they're calling, calling, calling me home. Calling, calling, calling, home.