Description
Even if Erica saved all of them, only Calluna ever remembered her. In honor of the goddess, Calluna made a garden of bright, youthful roses at the spring where she dissapeared. When the phoenix died, it, too, became an ebony rose. Magnolia never should have looked for the spring. ~All art and Pokémon species utilized within this story do not belong to me. A warning, this story will contain graphic depictions of violence. However, it will NOT be associated with sexual assault. There also will be profanity in some chapters. A message to all readers: If I do not request critique or review on this story, then please, do not criticize without permission. I am well aware that my talents are not the best. If you dislike this story, then you can stop reading. It was with your own ignorance and consent that this story was read.~
Prelude; Erica
