Gloom sat down at the front of the graveyard, staring out into the sunset. Feeling pride for the orphans swell inside of her, where no-one could ever see or know it was there.
They'd been so excited compared to her and her Welcoming Ceremony. She'd barely changed since she'd come to be a Full Keeper for The House of Dying. She'd become a bit more stoic but that was it.
They'll be alright. Experiencing being alone from their kin at a young age will strengthen their spirits when it comes for them to help bury the dead.
She watched the darkness of night swallow the forest in front of her. Mist rolled out from behind, created by the pokemon that knew the abbility. It was what helped hide them from the rest of the world by discouraging the occasional human that wandered through the forest.
I hope you come back soon Whisper. I know you miss The House of Dying. And I'll make sure your rank is waiting for you.
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House of Dying / Pokémon
FanfictionI am Gloom. Welcome to The House of Dying . . . Not every Pokémon can live forever. At The House of Dying that is a known fact. The Pokémon that live there accept that, the community built inside the old timber walls live to die with each other.
