Chapter 1
This is just introducing the main characters, and why they want the stone.
The Eevee sighed. He was the oldest of all the clan, but he was the only one who hadn't evolved. He looked at his sisters, Duskca, his twin, an Espeon, Grassa, a Leafeon, Twista, the Umbreon, and the youngest of them all, Watia the Vaporeon. Then there were his brothers, Blaze the Flareon and Icia the Glaceon. All had evolved, except him.
He had found stones, all the time. There were loads buried around their home, a cave in the cliffs of the Golden Coast of Shian. But he had never found a Thunderstone.
Their parents had named them because of what they would evolve into, and he was called Zapper, for Jolteon, the lightning Pokémon. But to evolve, he needed a Thunderstone. There were rumours that there was only one left, but no one knew where it was.
Zapper sighed again. With his parents dead, he needed to protect his brothers and sisters. But how could he, as a pathetic Eevee with no chance of ever evolving?
Across the land, another Pokémon had very different thoughts.
She was Laguna, mighty Houndoom leader of the Thief Clan. Their clan were the outcasts, stealing prey and weapons from all the others. The other Clans feared them, even the mighty Lightning Clan.
She wanted the Thunderstone out of greed. It would be the greatest treasure of her vast collection, and it was said that it could be a mighty weapon. Using it, she could defeat all of the other Clans, and control all of Shian.
But first, she had to find it.
The third didn't really know why he wanted it.
He was a Groyvle, a scientist named Greecko. He lived in a cave high in the mountains, by himself. Decades of experiments had changed his form dramatically. He had long vampire like canine teeth, and huge twisted wings rose from his back, which he used like a cape. His tail was long and forked in two. His eyes were wild.
He looked at the machine in front of him. it was almost complete. There was just one part missing, and perhaps the stone was it. He didn't even know what the machine was, or what it did. he had just felt the need to build it, as if something was telling him to. Something odd, something dark, something from another world....
He shook his head. He didn't know. All he knew was that he needed that stone, he needed it quickly, and he would do anything to get it.
The fourth was the only one who knew where it was.
She was Jher, a Mightyena and daughter of the leader of the Lightning Clan. She had elegant black and sliver fur with leaf green eyes. She hated being the leader's daughter, as she was always treated differently from the other warriors. She was just the same as any other Pokémon in the Clan.
There was just one thing different.
She was the one who could sense the Thunderstone. The legends of the Clan said that there was only one Thunderstone, which had been theirs since Shian was created. Once it had been huge, and the Pokémon who had needed it to evolve had just taken a tiny bit at a time. Over the years, too much had been taken , until it was small enough to be stolen.
And so it had been, a hundred years ago, by one of the Thief Clan. They had been at war with them ever since, trying to get it back. But Jher knew they didn't have it. The stone was far away, almost out of reach. That was another reason she was treated differently, because there was a prophecy that she would be the one to get it back.
Maybe now was the time to seek it. She could sense it stronger than before, perhaps because now she was meant to go.
She looked back towards their camp. She was meant to be hunting, by herself. If she went back, her father would insist on sending more fighters with her, and that would spoil the fun. No, she would leave now, and return with the Stone.