Whisper sat in the shadow of the tree, next to a grave he had dug himself and then buried his kin in.
"She's gone. You lived in The House of Dying. You helped me bury those that died and accepted their deaths. But you can't accept your mother's."
"Not yet. I will comeback. But not yet."
"Fine. But when you do, I hope you'll be ready to apologize to your mate for attacking her."
He let out a sigh. It was time.
Slowly, respectfully, he turned and walked away from the grave.
There was a nook in the tree trunk where he'd left it.
A polished turquoise stone outline of an eye with a red orb in the centre for it's pupil. It was dusty from neglect, but it felt right again as he rested the silver cord around his neck. His Keeper's mark.
"I'm coming Gloom. It's time I apologise for what I've done. And claim my rightful rank as First Keeper."
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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.
