Ashes to Ashes [Open]

[Meno]

"'Ashes to ashes, as they always say,'" Pence said, remembering how Mono use to repeat that quote every time they witnessed the forest light up in a blaze.

He was stepping threw the remains of the once a small luscious forest, it was miraculously the only group of trees that set fire. The scent of ash and soot was in the air, choking anyone that happened to breath in the stuff. The Cyndaquil's body was covered with it, coughing occasionally to purge himself of the black dust. Pence had witnessed the fire first hand, remembering the crimson flame and hot temperatures that radiated threw the air. He was probably one of the few who could stand the horrible heat, and also one of the few who survived it. Pence witnessed many flee, but he stayed, tucking himself underground in the cool soil.

And because of that he knew it would be a horrible task just to clean all the dirt and soot out of his fur. The fire-type could only be thankful he had a short and straight coat. Pence kept his breath short quick, careful not to inhale to much of what the atmosphere held. Sticking his nose upward with his eyes opened wide enough to see he noticed the collection of gray clouds. It would eventually rain, the soil and ash combining to make a rich fertilizer for the plant life to grow in. The forest would come back eventually.

Finally exiting the burnt area he sighed, relieved to be met by a steady stream a water. That's where and why the fire stopped most likely. Seeing that he was the only one around it's banks Pence stepped forward to look at his reflection. The substitute mirror displayed a small Cyndaquil, a thin scar placed at the right of his cheek. Becoming a bit nostalgic he gave a small smile. The scenes of the past were still vivid and not easily forgotten. He only could wonder what his old friend was doing. Wishing him well Pence settled down to start to wash off his pelt.