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Fwoosh! Flames all around. They seemed to consume everything around the frightened woman. She had blue and white colored hair with pointed ears atop her head. Try as she might, the woman could not see through the heavy black smoke that filled the air. The cottage in the forest had suddenly been consumed by fire at the break of dawn.
There had not been any rain the night before so the fire could only have come from one other place: the fire territory to the south. Whether or not the flames were intentionally created by the fire-empowered people in the south did not matter. The woman did not even think about laying the blame on anyone. She was more worried of how her child and her could get out of the horrible ordeal alive. Her dark blue eyes strained through the smoke and her own tears to look around before looking down at the child she was holding onto. Wait... the woman's face went pale. She could have sworn that her son had been holding onto her hand. She was almost to the exit as well. She could get out of this alive if only she would not go find her child. No, she could never do that. Her child was the only memento from her husband- who had died years earlier.
The woman dashed through the house, trying to find her child. It was in the living room that the small toddler could be found. A young boy that looked no older than 3 human years of age could be seen laying on the floor. Black soot covered his white clothes and his breathing was heavy. It was clear that he would not last much longer given the current conditions. The woman quickly trotted over to her child and went to pick him up when a beam of their house suddenly gave way. Without hesitation, the mother shielded her child with her own body, letting out a painful cry.
The flaming wooden beam had rolled off her back and onto her legs, trapping her in the position. Had her child been hurt? Underneath her charred arms it appeared that the child had remained unharmed. Relief- mixed with physical pain- washed over her face. She had no chance of getting on now but- at least for now- her child was still safe. With all her strength, she pushed the child away from the flames that were slowly consuming her.
Perhaps it was because she was dying that she had begun to see the form of a teenage boy. He wore clothes that were common amongst a clan residing within the fire territory. He looked rather wide-eyed and surprised, but he walked through the flames rather easily. His lips seemed to be moving but the woman couldn't hear his voice. Even as he came closer, his face expressing the gradual changes of speaking calmly to yelling, she could not hear the boy's voice. The boy eventually kneeled next to her and started to pull the beam that had trapped her- the fire not harming him at all. Did he intend to try to help her?
"No! Save my boy first!" she shouted, startling the teenager. Even if she were to be freed of the beam, it would not guaruntee that the house wouldn't fall on her son as the teen pulled her out of the flames. Her child had to be saved first. The other boy seemed to be protesting to her sudden cry, but she did not see him and could not hear his voice. "Please... save him..." The woman's head felt so heavy. She didn't want to hold it up any longer. The pain of being sorched alive was horrendous at first but now the pain had faded from her legs. She was finally able to contently close her eyes when she saw the teenager move from behind her and bend down to pick up her son. The child would be safe now...

The teenager quickly hurried out of the house with the boy in his arms. Once outside, he set the boy a good distance from the house before heading back towards it. He had no expected that the dare would have ended up getting other people hurt. As he entered the house, the flames could be felt licking his skin. Unlike many others though, the flames were not hot and did not burn his skin.
"Hello?! Are you still alive?!" he shouted as he found the woman once more and knelt down by her. His hand reached out and shook lightly. There was no response but perhaps it was because she could not breathe properly within a burning house. "If you can hear me, hold on!" he continued before going over to her legs and wrenching the beam off of her legs. His small ears perked at the sound of loud cracking when the beam had been removed. His ruby eyes quickly looked around to see what had happened. The support had knocked into another fallen support and the walls could be heard starting to split. It was within another second that the roof toppled down, rubbling covering the entire room.
A green-translucent colored ball had surrounded the teenager- a defense curl. He had just managed to protect himself from the falling objects but...
The woman had to be under all the rubble and with as heavy as all of it was, would it be likely that she was still alive? Probably not... but he still had to try! The teen dug through the wood as quickly as he could but when he had gotten close to the floor, a horrified expression fell on his face. Without thinking, he quickly ran out of the house. He had found the woman but there was no way that she could have still been alive. Not after how she looked when he found her. In truth, he wanted to vomit but he kept that urge within himself.
The teen could spot the now-awake child where he had left it. The child seemed to be bawling, not knowing where its mother was or why the house was falling apart. It had been the only home it had ever known and now that home was disappearing before its eyes.
"Mama..." the child sobbed as the teenager approached him. Large ocean blue eyes looked up at the stranger with desperation. "Wehre's mama?" the child asked, his tears showing no sign of stopping.
Tch, the teen didn't want anything to do with the small boy, but he did have responsibility of taking care of the child for now. "Ah... your mom is... uhm... gone now..." the teen spoke awkwardly. How were you supposed to break the news to a toddler that his mother was dead? Would he even know what 'dead' meant? It seemed that the child knew what the teen was trying to say and the tears only became larger.
If one was watching the teen's face, it was easy to tell that he was someone who didn't know what to do in the presence of tears. The look of dismay and panic could easily be seen on his face. "H-Hey... don't cry..." the teen started, "There's no need for that. I'm going to be taking care of you... ya know?" What was he talking about?! There was no way in hell that he wanted to take care of some kid. Especially not one from his own clan. Even so, his words did seem to have a somewhat calming effect on the child though it didn't stop the tears completely.
"W-Who aww you missta?" the child asked, "Mai ungle?"
"Ah... sure..." the teen spoke slowly, "Let's just go... okay?"
The teen lowered out a hand to the child, who took the hand as though the stranger would pick him him. Unwillingly, the teen did as the toddler expected, picking him up and carrying him away from the smoldering house. The child's face seemed surprised at the route that the two were taking. Instead of going in the direction where there were more forest, they were heading back through the charred remains.
"So kid, have a name?" the male asked, trying to get some of the awkwardness out of the air. He wasn't sure how everyone at his house would take the news of what he did. Already, he was in major trouble but bringing home some newly orphaned kid?
"Asher... How about yous missta?" the child responded, changing his eyes from the environment to the teen's face.
"It's Cinaed..."
"Cyanide?"
"CINAED YOU TWIT! I'm not some killing compound!" the teen growled, making the child cry again. "Ah! Sorry! Don't cry!" Despite not wanting to take care of the kid, he would have to admit that it was all his fault that this kid was orphaned.
It had begun the night before, when he finally learned how to use a new ability- a move that most knew as Lava Plume. Most of the other guys that he hanged around were already experienced enough to use it. They had dared Cinaed to test it out and he had agreed to it. None of the boys had taken a look at their surroundings. They had been standing near the border of the fire territory and there was a forest near by. It was no wonder that when Cinaed had suddenly released a flood of flames around himself that one of the trees caught fire. The flames would not burn any of the boys but trees were definitely flammable.
All of the boys had panicked and run away from the fire. No one wanted to get into trouble, but one of the boys had spoken of a small house that was at the edge of the territory. The other boys had decided that it would only the bad luck of the people living so close to the fire territory. Cinaed could not do something like leave people there to die; especially when it was his fault for causing what would kill them. The boy had gone back, following the fire until he had found the burning cottage. He would have preferred to have saved the woman first but she had begged for her son to be saved.
So now, the teen was carrying this child into his village, the other boys that he had been with looking strangely at him. There had been no instances when someone had brought a being from another clan into their own- at least not in this village.
Cinaed belonged to the Cyndaquil clan- though they called it a tribe. The title of Cyndaquil was mainly for children though there were some older people that chose to not be promoted. Next there were Quilavas and finally Typhlosions. Cinaed was currently a Quilava but his promotion was sure to take place soon.
The tribe lived in a desert sort of area on top of a mesa. There were no trees atop the mesa but there were long dry grasses. The village had been set up so that the elder's home and the spiritual fire were set in the center with the other members of the tribe setting up their homes around these two items in a circular pattern. Their homes were set up like tepees.
Cinaed's home was no different than the others, being located two tepees south of the spiritual fire. A very cross mother stood outside of the home, waiting for her son to get home. Nearby, his younger sister and her twin brother were playing with each other, igniting small flames in their hands.
"Cinaed! Do you know how much trouble you've gotten into?! You and your idiot friends have burnt down some of the Pari-" the mother started angrily before freezing and staring at the child in her son's arms. "What... do you have in your arms?"
"Ah... Well..." the boy started. He would have preferred that his mother scream and yell at him for now than to ask him explain what he was doing. "You see... it burnt a house and... only... this... little guy... ah... made it..."
"And you brought it here?" the woman asked, sounding as though she were surpressing much of what she wanted to say.
"I couldn't just leave him there..." he spoke, knowing better than to sound argumentative. Asher merely stared at the woman curiously. She seemed to be shorter than most of the others around but the look in her eyes expressed a fierceness that couldn't be beat.
"Cinaed?" a male's voice spoke, making the teen look over his shoulder and his mother shifting her eyes to a gentler looking man. He was a little taller than the teen.
"Azar! Look at what your son has brought home!" the woman spoke angrily.
"Ah.. Is that a young Pachirisu?" the man asked, not bothered as much as his wife about their son bringing home someone else.
"Yeah... He says his name is Asher..." the boy spoke, still feeling awkward about the whole situation, "Him and his mom were in the fire that was started..."
"Ah... is that right..." the father spoke.
"That's all you have to say?!" the mother shrieked.
"Well, we can't let the boy stay where he had been."
"Give him to someone else!"
"Now now... Please calm down," the man spoke to his wife, "It's not like there were any serious reprocussions and everything has settled down. Just let Cinaed do as he likes..."
"It's because you're so weak that he got into trouble in the first place! You should punish him! you're the man of the house!"
"Ah yes well... uhm..." the man cleared his throat and looked over at his son. "Cinaed, you brought home this little boy. Don't think he's like a pet or anything. You have to take care of him, you know," he spoke in a serious voice before his wife whacked him over the head.
"You call that punishment?!"
"Well, the other Pachirisus think that both were taken by the fire!" the man spoke, quivering a little.
It was a little sad to see the man being bullied on by the younger woman. Cinaed didn't feel that he could leave to ignore the scene though. If he did, his mother might just punish him later- not something that he wanted to do. There was a long period of yelling and begging between the parents before the father's initial decision to keep the child with them prevailed. Cinaed would have to take care of Asher, his mother claiming that she would not help him in anyway. He had no say in the decision and though Asher seemed happy that he could stay with his "uncle," Cinaed would have preferred his mother's decision of sending the brat back to his own clan.

Years passed by and both Cinaed and Asher grew up together, ending up having a big brother-little brother relationship more than anything else. Asher seemed to forget about what had happened when he had been so young and it seemed as though he had always been on top of that mesa, living with people that looked different from him.
"Hey! Cin!" the boy spoke happily, sitting on the other's stomach, "Get up! I want to play! Let's go out!" The child made sure to move out of the way from the blind, tired swipe of the other's hand.
"Get offa me you fat chipmunk!" the other boy growled, sitting up, "I don't have time to play with you all the time! Geez, let a person rest, won't you?!"
"But sitting in here without doing anything is boring!" the boy whined, "I heard that there's something going on down in the next town! We should go there!"
"Where's the rest of the family?" Cinaed asked, getting up from the sheets he had been sleeping in. He didn't see anyone else and couldn't hear them outside of the tepee.
"They're at home..." the boy spoke happily as though it was obvious.
"So why don't you ask one of them to take you?" the male growled, grabbing his sleeveless cloak and putting it on. He become a Typhlosion since the two had been together. Becoming a Typhlosion entitled him to the cloak- as well as forcing him outside of his family's home.
"But I want to go with you!" Asher spoke in a sweet voice, small hearts appearing around him. It was obviously the boy's ability- called Charm- that had taken place.
"Would you stop that?! That's not going to help you get what you want," the man snapped though he was already heading out of his home. The boy followed closely after him, not knowing exactly where the two were going...

Adorabllle~ 4laugh
Makes me want to write the backstory for mai pokemanz XDD