A/N: And here come the date-related drabbles. This one is fairly serious; it's also entirely pokemon related.
Background: Stellath is not a pokemon - she's a dragon whose world was practically demolished. This involves an extremely major event that occurred towards the end of the journey.
June 2nd was the only day that excluded mostly everyone from the memorial. The others knew what had happened and respected this wish from those were involved and did recognize it.
Nicole, her original team of six, and one dragon sat silently around a campfire on a faraway cliff, remembering. They had conversed, talked about those days, their feelings, their losses, and how they had moved on.
With a smile, the only human in the group stood, turning towards the others.
"To the friends we traveled with," she began.
"To those who fought this day," Charizard continued, his eyes solemn for once.
"To their courage and sacrifice," Scyther spoke, raising a blade high.
"To those who lost their lives," Blastoise rumbled in her deep tenor.
"We will always honor your choice," Venusaur said softly, tears forming as he remembered a bond lost.
"And may we always remember this day," Raichu stood tall, gazing high into the sky.
"And know this battle was not in vain," Gengar's voice was surprisingly strong, filled with hope.
"And you have made us who we are," Stellath finished, her voice deep as she nodded, being her full size for once.
Over one thousand teams had laid down their lives that day to defend the continent from an evil no one expected.
Over seven hundred had been completely annihilated.
Only four had made it out without any losses.
And to the sorrow of one of these four, the other team that had been their companions for nearly their entire journey had been one of the seven hundred.
They always remembered this day.