Rated Teen just in case, for violence and dark thoughts. This story contains OCs, hints of magic, and sometimes I've purposefully left things so they don't make sense. With that said, I do appreciate constructive criticism. Hope you all enjoy!
Prologue: The Beginning of the End
A tiny Vulpix pup was curled up in front of the fireplace, halfway asleep. She wasn't very old--only a few weeks--but already she knew a few things.
For example, she knew her own name. It was Burst.
And she knew the name of her owner. It was Jack.
And she knew she loved her owner beyond anything else. She trusted him beyond anyone else, human or Pokemon. She loved him so much, that if she were older, she might have even given her life for him. Of course, only being a few weeks old, she couldn't really articulate the depth of her feelings to herself.
She didn't know her lineage, but that didn't matter. She didn't know she should, but ignorance was bliss. Se had a warm place to sleep, a loving home and owner, and plenty of friends and toys. She didn't have an aggressive bone in her body.
She sighed peacefully and drifted into a happy, dreamless sleep.
* * *
She woke the next morning not because she had slept herself out like she normally did, but because she was, for the first time in her short life, uncomfortable.
The fire had burned itself out long ago, but she hadn't been brought to her owner's bed like she normally was. She was cold and hungry, but her dish wasn't full like it normally was. She looked around, realizing with a jolt that something was very, very wrong.
And not just something. Everything.
The entire house was destroyed. The walls were almost all collapsed, the only room remaining partly intact being the one she was in. She stood and sniffed the air; the normal, warm scent of her owner was there, but it was faint, old. She ran out of the room and stood outside, staring in horror.
From what she could see, the entire city was like this.
No, no, no, she thought. She whined in the back of her throat, scared and lonely. Jack. Jack. Jack? Where? She sat, curled in on herself, and stared blankly out. Her beloved owner would return and take her to wherever he was now, and they would be safe and happy together. He would never leave her here, in the middle of a mess. He loved her as much as she did him. Right?
And with that spark of hope living in her chest, she curled up in a space created by a fallen wall and a partially crushed table, and waited.