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"... through a raging flurry of arrows, coming down harder than the rain was, we managed to break through the barriers!" My father's arms swiped with emphasis, his razor sharp elbow blades cutting through the air in a moment's notice. Me and my younger brother jumped slightly, intently clinging to each word that fell from his mouth. I've always loved my father's stories, especially the ones that talked about him and my mother. I do miss her, quite a lot, but I know that my father misses her even more than we could possibly imagine. Nothing from the tapping sound of the rain to the noisy clicking of the clock could pull us away, except for one tiny, little thing. "Well, I think I have to finish this tomorrow it seems, it's getting late." He said, both of us letting out a groan. Our hook just got broken with a matter of a few spoken words. I drug my feet up the stairs, looking back at him. A glance and a smirk were all that was upon his face, as I hurried along up to my room.

The chiming echo's from the clock ripped me from my dreams as I jumped up, looking around the room. I breathed a sigh of relieve, as I thought that I had slept way too late into the day. Tumbling from the comfort of my bed, I went downstairs to check on the time. "Wait.. something doesn't feel right." I whispered to no one in particular, scanning the darkness of the empty room. "I wonder if someone else is up." More mumbling than whispering, I decided to check around. The more I did, the more... empty I felt. Almost like my heart had been taken away somewhere, but I knew that it wasn't me that had this hole inside of them. I could sense that it was someone else, it had to be.. but all I could do was wonder who felt so alone. Sometimes being a Ralts is a good thing, since I quickly found the culprit of the emotions. It turned out to be my father, sitting by himself out on the porch. I quieted my footsteps, slowly peering out to see what he was doing. All that was there was him, and another odd presence. Something that seemed familiar, but almost unknown. I looked out further to see nothing more than a silhouette. That silhouette, of a mother I had long since forgotten, only to have it fade back into nothing more than a memory. The only thing I could do was look at my father's face, a mix of sadness and joyousness spreading like a wildfire. Nothing more than a spirit, nothing more than a dream...