Shattered Dreams | N & Touko
“ You can’t grow big and strong if you don’t eat all your food... “
A voice echoed quietly in the empty halls of the abandoned castle, Plasma’s previous base of operations which had now become a safe-haven of sorts for the man who’d lost everything. Pokemon of all sorts flocked to him wherever he went, and most usually lived within the massive walls with him. This lead to him becoming a ‘parental’ figure of sorts, to the youngest of the bunch... He made sure they were well-fed, and groomed so that they were not unkempt. Pokemon deserved to live happy and healthily, without fear of their fur over-growing or their wings breaking after all.
Aside him himself, and the pokemon that surrounded him, the Castle was still with silence. His bedroom, albeit full of dust & most of the furniture knocked over, was the only room lit up with light. So, when a heart-wrenching sob flushed through the halls, N became alert almost instinctively. Zoroark only let in those he trusted & knew, it was for the sake of protecting Reshiram & N. Placing the Lillipup in his lap to the ground, he shushed the pokemon with endearment, and stood up to wander his fallen home.
Marbled floors retained their cracks, chunks & pillars laid upon the ground in the entrance of the Castle, yet none of these ruins seemed as broken as the young woman whom was settled on her knees, sobbing apologies to spirits that had long since left her side. Three years it’d been, the sight of her still left an uneasy feeling lodged deep within his chest. He’d watched those pokemon fall to his Father’s maniacal antics, heard their screams of agony & their dying words... They had loved her so much... They’d given their all for her... N, had been unable to cope upon their deaths --- even now, he still had no concept of understanding on how to help her.