Cubone-A Story Like No Other (Fan made story) Part 2 (final)

Cubone traced over the drawings on the walls, of Pokemon, humans and even ancient specimens he had never seen before. His sapphire-blue eyes examined the walls, trying to find traces of a Pokemon staying in this damp, pitch black place. He whispered, his hand leaving the wall, "Where is she? It's night...maybe I should see where she is. She's normally at the Great Maygreen Tree. I'm coming, Mama!" Cubone got up, dusting himself off. He followed the trail of silver dew, as it fell like a snowdrop onto his nose. He sneezed. The trees twisted unusually, letting no one human pass or enter. Their misery was a sweet taste on their wooden tongues. They didn't care; it was their fault. No one forced them, their minds were plagued with their own selfish desires, not caring who they hurt to get their way. Cubone walked cautiously through the trees, looking for any signs of his mother. So far, there was none. His foot made a twig crack; making sure he wasn't being followed, he turned around. Cubone murmured sadly, "Where are you, Mama?" Not very far ahead, The Great Maygreen Tree bathed in the moon's luxuriant light, surviving like no other tree would. Below the tree, a scene not made for the eyes of children gleamed in the moon's rays. The corpse of Cubone's dead mother.

He saw her corpse, motionless and bleeding increasingly. Cubone ran over to her corpse; placing her head in his arms. He cried, warm tears falling onto her torn head, fragments of bone showing, "Mama! P-Please...you promised. You promised..."
The only thing left of her alive was her powerful, hopeful smile painted on her face. Her eyes were gouged out; scratches that stained her body was like paint, easy to wipe off but leaving scars that couldn't heal. On The Great Maygreen Tree, letters were painted into the bark. It was his mother's final message. It read as the blood trickled down the tree, "My baby boy, I'm sorry. I broke your promise. I'll always be with you, always and forever." Behind him, a ghost outstretched her hand, a smile as radiant as the sun. It spoke, "My baby boy, I love you." He turned around, his eyes catching hers. He tackle-hugged her, cold yet, her soul was a concealed warmth within. She laughed. "I'm sorry I had to leave you this way. I love you, my dear." Their embrace was warm, and sorrowful. No matter what, she'd always be there for him, even as a spectre, waiting for her son's happiness to grow and make others happy like he was for her.