Obsidian and Winifred were dead.
. . . . . .
Ob and Wini were dead, and not even buried. There hadn't been time. They were just sitting in their pokeballs, corpses taking up empty space. Her corpses- no, her pokemon- her starter and her first gone forever, their last mark a spec on the ever changing desert.
Cally could almost see the sand and winds shifting, erasing any trace of their valor, their existence, and finally taking them away from her forever.
They said that the desert consumed all, and now she could see that it was only partly true. The war- the awful, godforsaken war- had taken the rest. Her pokemon, her family, her region, her pride as a trainer, everything. All that she had.
She wondered what else it would take away.