the blood of your fellow brethen courses through your veins, a piece of mew himself in your very own genetic code. just an insignificant flareon in a cruel, cold world. daughter of a monster who killed those who opposed him has always been your title, an unwanted one but a given.

you never did comprehend the tragedy of this world, did you little soleil? every pokemon in existence shares the same capability of hatred for each other. your own abilities killed your mother in spite of your family. just a young pokemon and already you've recieved the title of a murderer; just like your father. you're off to a great start, aren't you? a life with enough emotional trauma to keep you awake on even the brightest of nights!

hush now, don't worry. there's no time to dwell in the past now. your pathetic little life can wait. eradicate your belongings, say no words, smile along the way, and fly into a world of the unknown- there's no time to fret over living or dying.

come along now, let's take a nice little walk to the very end. beautiful night sky, have to make sure to leave no evidence! after all, little flareon, don't you want to leave this world behind?

-

just look at all the pokemon below. countless evils roam their hearts, yet you call them family, friends, but for what? resolving the misunderstandings created by selfish creatures and rescue the innocent from the inferno you had called home?

pathetic little lies. you wouldn't risk your life for them, dearest soleil, why won't you help them? that's right, because you can barely help yourself. so what good are you if you can't even act as a sacrifice on behalf of the actions of your father?

it's a fight now, but not between just anyone; it's a battle with the demons inside your cold, barren heart. end it already, they whisper, their voices wrapping around your soul and mind in a soothing tone. become what you're father created you to be.

but no one has told you what to do to end it in the first place. so you strike yourself. a hit on the leg. bite marks along your fur. tears streaming down your worthless excuse of a face. kneeling on the ground, hoping for arceus knows who to come and end it all for you.

oh, little flareon, how you've fallen.

-

a surge of fire around you, your mother, burning and lifeless before you- it was just an accident. eliminating a life was your father's specialty; he didn't mind one bit that your first kill was your own blood. now the forest of evils has become corrupted with an added murderer, and you can feel all emotions running through you. the pitter patter of your heart hits at you as if the sounds were melodies in a song of sorrow.

did i not say not to fret on dwelling in the past? of course, your mind tends to forget the more cruel parts of your story. you don't even remember what it's like to fully attempt to emerge yourself into life anymore. some days, it all just seems so-pointless. even the strongest pokemon break down eventually, delicate things that survived eons of war, now reduced to soft creatures.

little soleil, when will you let the fire inside you burn out?

-

the cliff is shrouded in the silence of the night. gentle whispers of the wind brush against your and comb through your fur, and for once, you feel at peace with life. here, at the place closest to the sky, to the heavens: you'll finally have the chance to leave your father and the evils he's brought upon your life.

right front leg etended. one step forward. broken smile, burning energy, an unraveling ball of your life's string by the hands of arceus above. all it takes, is a final step more.

little flareon don't you want to die?

go ahead. just jump.

-

"soleil," you hear a trembling voice calling out for a name you'd remembered as murderer, "come back.. please."

come home.

but this never really was home.

-

on that night of a thousand stars, a leafeon saves a life-your life.

she nuzzles her head against yours, unfurls your paw and hands you something that feels soft and fluttery, sacred and fragile; something that feels like hope. she rekindles your fire again, feeding the embers with companionship and understanding. come on, she tells you, when you fly, you'll be heading up instead of down. i can help you.

this new heat will take time to get used to. but with every flicker, you can feel the warmth of the paws that helped ignite your fire again as it glows with the love that you couldn't ever see before.

and little soleil, it's okay. sometimes the one that needs saving isn't the everything around you.

sometimes the one that needs saving is yourself.

-

"let's go home," you whisper to the wind, tears stinging in your eyes. you never really did deserve to feel this happy, but you were glad it was finally happening.

briar smiled.