“I know it’s hard, mother, but you have to eat! You have to!”
You were a teary-eyed, scrawny eevee, living in a den dug under a hollowed crag. On a small bed that was originally designed for human children, an espeon weakly lies. Trying to survive and take care of you in the harsh forest throughout your childhood has taken a toll on her health, and with her progressively weakened immune system, she has recently come down with a terrible illness. Now that you were on the precipice of adulthood, you had the strength to go out and gather various healing berries to help her out, but even those efforts proved fruitless. She hasn’t been able to keep any food or water down for days. It hurt you to see her like this.
You eventually give up and just walk out of the den, letting her get some much-needed rest at the very least. You glanced solemnly at Metropolis, who’s abundance of lights lit up the entire forest for miles around even this late at night. The Metropolis was where pokemon, pokemorphs, and even humans could join together in harmony, with laws enforced by an army of automated turrets and trained mercenaries, though only the most wealthy could afford to live there anymore. Surrounding the city for miles around was a dense forest, wild, dangerous and untamed, populated by feral Pokemon dens as well as small human and anthro farmsteads. Surrounding the forest-- an inhospitable wasteland, as far as the eye could see.
You grimaced as you started walking down the hillside, towards Metropolis. You know what you have to do. For mother.
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