Ada Aka knelt before the weathered gravestone engraved with her only child's name. The child's Pokémon partner, a small Charmander, sat faithfully beside her. The tiny creature nuzzled her arm as they both gazed at the grave. She gently rubbed its smooth head as it quivered beside her, its tears leaving damp spots on her skirt.
Ada held the Charmander close as it sobbed for its deceased trainer, her son.
"It's going to be OK. We're going to be OK," she assured the Pokémon.
"Char?" it uttered with concern.
"You and me, we're going to be OK," she repeated, comforting the grieving creature.
The little Charmander fixed its blue eyes on her brown ones, then nodded firmly. "Charmander!" it exclaimed confidently.
"We're going to get through this," Ada reassured the tiny Pokémon, her voice filled with determination and compassion.
"We're going to get through this," Ada reassured the tiny Pokémon, her voice filled with determination and compassion.