“ I’ve been nearly omniscient since the day I hatched, you know. I know most major tragedies to befall man, pokemon, and deity kind. However, one that always stuck out to me has been one on a much, smaller scale.
You’ve heard of the snorunt line, correct? There’s many that make there homes close to my lake, but I do not speak either of the younglings or the snowball pokemon.
I speak of Froslass, the first froslass.
The cruelty of individuals in human kind is something I’m no stranger to, matched only by the cruelty of the tundra itself. Such lends to each others hands very well, even more so in times long past. Among those times, came the first settlers of snowpoint. No fruit, nor berries, nor any sort of vegetation could be mass cultivated in these lands. As such, the only source of food was…Pokemon.
During these times, I shut of my any link for any mortal to come upon my realm, as a diety I would not let myself become someones meal, no matter how pathetic, starving, or desperate.
However, the mortal pokemon, did not have this luxury. Ursaring, Swinub, Snowrunt, they all were hunted near to complete desolation. In the same bid of desperation as the starving human, they prayed to me, to lend them some kind, any kind of power, fearing that they may go extinct all together. I allowed them this temporary extension of power, one specifically to a group of particularly vengeful, yet pious Snowrunt.
It would be something I learned to regret.
A wife of one of the hunters came with him on the day of this particular incident. The two humans meeting the snowrunt head on. The wife perished, though not by the hands of the snowrunt. Separated from her husband at the hands of a blizzard and the commotion, the wife got lost in the snow. Eventually, the husband would go hunting for that same group that took his wife away from him. However, vision obscured by both snow and vengeful anger, the hunter shot his wife dead.
Her spirit would live on, however, haunting both the snowrunt evolution line and the humans the reside round these frigid lands for ever more, as well as a grim reminder of how careful I need be when meddling in the plights of mortals. “