Grey clouds covered the sky, covering the moon. A lake stretched across the horizon, its dark water still and glassy. A sheet of pale mist hung over the silent water, blurring the view of the lake.
A small tumble of boulders rose from the grass. The horizontal half of a log was wedged up against the rocks. Under it, the ground was dark green with soft clumps of moss. At the back of the den, a lithe light pink Pokemon slept with her thin tail curled over a single bundle of brown fur.
Her eyes snapped open in alarm as a twig cracked at the den’s entrance. Fear flashed in her large dark eyes. She covered the bundle with her paw and bared her teeth.
“Hush now, Yori.” an old voice rasped. A small pale blue shape entered the den. Yori sighed in relief.
“You scared me, Father.” she whispered, laying her head back on her small paws again. The blue Pokemon’s bones jutted out beneath his pelt. He was frail as a leaf, slowly lowering the front end of his body before he fell over onto his side to avoid painfully lowering his back onto the ground.
The icy blue Pokemon chuckled. “You’re very protective of him.” he remarked. “I was afraid I was going into the lake.”
Yori snorted. “He is very young! He is to be protected with upmost care!” she snapped.
The old Pokemon gazed at her apologetically. “Of course, of course.”
Yori opened her mouth in a wide yawn. The Pokemon leaned forward and licked the top of her head. Yori pulled away, embarrassed.
“Oh, Salvatore, please! I wish to sleep!” she begged, though her eyes sparkled despite the weariness that dragged at her fur. The blue Pokemon nodded, his face soft with affection.
“Yes, get some rest.” He glanced at the tiny Pokemon and his heart suddenly fluttered in joy. Barely suppressing the urge to leap to his paws and burry his nose into the young Pokemon’s fur, he simply watched the peaceful rising and falling of his chest as he slept.
“You’ve earned it.” Yori sighed thankfully and laid her head down again. The small brown Pokemon beside her squirmed, but stilled as Yori curled her thin, forked tail around him.
Salvatore licked his paw and drew it over his ear. He was surprised he wasn’t trembling with excitement. At last his grandson had been born! It had seemed like he’d lived multiple lifetimes, watching impatiently as Yori grew bigger and heavier. But now the small Pokemon had been born and he felt light as a feather.
"What about is name?" he asked his weary daughter.
"I thought his grandfather would have something in mind." Yori mumbled drowsily.
Salvatore's heart skipped. "Oh, what an honor!" he exclaimed. Yori didn't reply, just covered her face with her paw to block out the moonshine.
"Let's see," the old Pokemon began. "He could be called Sun because his mother is the Sun Pokemon. Or Snow after myself. No, Yori would shred my ears if I did that. Hmm..."
Salvatore sighed sleepily. He glanced through the den entrace toward the deep black sky. The stars glittered like shattered ice against the sky's shadowy surface. The moon seemed like a giant pearl in the sky, casting cold silver light down onto the lake. It's reflection on the water's shadowy surface flickered as a Magikarp touched the top of the lake.
A thought flashed through Salvatore's mind, and the elderly Pokemon let out a sigh of contentment. "Moon." he murmured, gazing up at the brilliantly glowing sphere. He twisted around, grunting, to lick at an itch. He turned back to stare at the starry sky again.
"Moon." he echoed. He glanced at tiny brown Pokemon and sighed once again. Salvatore sighed a great deal. Most thought it was because of his old age, that he missed his youth and former power. Yori's sister thought he was the strongest Pokemon around the lake.
But it wasn't that. Salvatore didn't long for the clock to tick backward. He didn't wish to be the musclular Glaceon he was at one time, taking on any challenge without second thought. Salvatore didn't long for the days to come back at all. His sighs were truly sounds of contentment. He was proud of his younger days and was glad he had such great daughters and now a grandson to pass on his many years of wisdom to.
Salvatore sighed again. "Moon." he said again, laying his chin on his paws. "May he gaze up at it as I do tonight and realize its beauty."
The old Glaceon fought to stay awake, but darkness was already seeping into his vision. With a final sigh, he gave in to the dizzy blackness.