[OOC: Eh, being that everyone seems to be revealing their history, I suppose I may do the same with Ryu.]
Standing with his back to the hideout's wall of stone, Ryu stared silently at the night sky. A white mist announced each breath as he felt his body heat beginning to warm the icy wall. Feeling a furred form bump his leg, Ryu glanced down. Seeing Espeon bump his hand imploringly with its head, the morph relented and began to stroke the Pokemon.
I remember when you were only an Eevee . . . you couldn't reach my hand at the time. A bitter smile passed over Ryu's features. I never knew Jolteon or Flareon as Eevees, though . . . only you.
Turning his silver gaze to the frosty ground, images flashed across his mind of events long passed. Many images had faded, while others had not been clear at the start.
. . . There was red--an excess of flowing crimson. A warm liquid was seeping from his neck. His vision was blurred and occasionally faded to black. He had heard voices--ones that seemed familiar. Amidst the darkness he saw two lights--a yellow form sparking electricity, and an orange one surrounded by flame.
Ryu's gaze traveled to two Pokeball's at his side--Jolteon's and Flareon's. I was told Jolteon and Flareon belonged to my parents. It's hard to remember . . . but, it seems true enough.
Allowing further memories to flash across his mind's eye, Ryu unconsiously flinched--automatically bringing his hand to a faded scar on his neck. Still his foremost memory was that of scarlet--ribbons of it flowing from two figures that defended him from a terrible danger. Fighting to the last, the two lights of Ryu's memory flickered away, leaving him alone in the night. Though . . . perhaps not so alone. There was another form, one that stood by him, despite its involuntary trembling with fear. And, as the sun rose, the dust-coloured creature transformed. It was the third and final light that carried Ryu through that time of darkness.
Tracing the thin scar with his forefinger, Ryu dispelled other memories that were flooding his mind. At the moment, they were not memories he desired to recall.