Hello, and welcome to my first story! This is an idea that has been fermenting inside me for a long time, and it was one of the few ideas that I had the most passion for. When I began writing it, I was disappointed at what I had written. This story was something I was so passionate about that I wanted every aspect to be perfect. However, my writing was far from perfect, but with enough thought I got it to a point where I was comfortable sharing it. It is impossible for me to grow as a writer with only my input, so please point out any mistakes or things I could do better. So, without further ado, here is the story! I hope by posting it here I can share it with others, and that by doing so you guys can help me make it even better.
Oh yeah. Special thanks to Dranicus101 for encouraging me to post this story, Static Eevee 198 for showing me how courageous one can be, and DeliriousAbsol for giving me the final dose of courage to begin writing. I don't think any of them realize how much they have impacted me, and I don't think any of them meant to impact me in this way, but strange things often happen and I am grateful that they did. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon.
Summary: Friendships are strange things. Feelings don't seem to make sense. The subconscious can be a perplexing entity, and our body sometimes has a mind of its own. Fate seems to deal a fickle hand. Innocence doesn't seem to exist, and not everything is as it seems. Truth and loyalty are necessities, but deceiving lies can easily overthrow them. Destiny can't be changed, but neither can it be proven. And the moon seems to hold a strange power over it all. Join two eevees on their quest to discover how strong friendship can be. (A pokemon fanfiction)
Now, let the storytelling begin!
Double P
Chapter One-Once Upon a Time...
Two eevees were chasing each other through a meadow, grass towering above them, the sinking sun casting long shadows on the soft dirt. One eevee had small pebble in her mouth, the white, frosty color matching that of the fur covering half of her right ear. The other eevee was chasing the first one, the wind gliding along the pale red skin covering most of her face and neck. It was a burn, a severe one that had scared the fur away from growing back. The burn spread over most of the left side of her face, leaping momentarily onto the ear before reaching down the side of her neck. The normal white fluff that spread over the neck was gone in that area, as if stolen away by some devious hand. The change was abrupt, leaving her neck fluff lopsided. This didn't seem to bother the eevee who wore the scar, Peanut, or her closest friend, Pickle. For now, all they cared about was playing their game.
The chaser bounded after the pebble thief, a note of playfulness in her voice. "Give me back my pebble, you white-furred miscreant!" she shouted.
The other eevee looked back, pretend anger in her tone as she tried to speak around the pebble in her mouth, "you take that back, Ms. No Hair! I only have white fur on the tip of my ear!"
Both pokemon giggled as they continued the chase, racing up a small hill that obtruded the otherwise flat landscape. The pebble stealer tripped on a protruding rock, dropping the small stone. The second eevee took the chance to dive for the stone, picking it up and racing away after checking closely to make sure her friend wasn't hurt. The fallen eevee looked up, and the thief became the chaser as she ran after the stolen pebble, laughter filling her voice "Hey! You can't steal what I've rightfully stolen!" With that remark the eevee bounded after her friend, closing the distance as the grass thinned out around her.
The chase turned into a wrestling match, each pokemon trying their hardest to obtain control of the prize. The match stopped as the eevee with the white tipped ear gave up, unable to release the pebble from her determined friend. Seeing this, the scarred eevee proudly placed the pebble between her paws, before both erupted into fits of laughter.
When the laughter died down, both eevees moved closer to each other, the stone now in front of them. The scarred eevee curled up at the other eevees feet, resting her head on her friend's shoulder, suddenly weary now that the game was over. The eevee with the white-tipped ear lay on the ground, looking up at the rising moon with wonder and awe. She loved the moon, it held some sort of strange fascination with her. It gave her time to think, to wonder, to live, to hope. She couldn't explain why, or how. Just as she couldn't explain how, to her, being near her friend made her happy, and how, to her, the looming war made her scared. The emotions that welled up inside her couldn't be explained, no matter how much the little eevee wanted to discover why. It just… happened.
The white-eared eevee spoke without looking away from the moon, posing a question to her friend. "What… what do you want to evolve into, Peanut?"
The scarred eevee looked up from her resting place on her friend's shoulder, taking time to choose her words before responding with passion. "I want to be a flareon. I want to show how beautiful flames can be, how poetic their wonder is. I know that fire is the thing that scarred me, that changed my life, and many others, for better or for worse… but it makes me want more than ever to show people how beautiful they can be."
"It will be hard to get a firestone," the white eared eevee commented, after taking time to analyze her friend's words and try to understand how she felt.
"I know. But that makes the reward even more worth it. I know I can do it." Determination and passion filled the scarred eevee's voice, and a similarly determined tone was in her friend's voice as she responded, the white tip of her ear waving in the wind with a mind of its own.
"And I will be there every step of the way, Peanut. Even if it takes my whole life I will help you find that stone. I promise." The eevee seemed genuinely surprised at what she had just said, but realized in her heart that those words were true. It was a promise she felt she had to fulfill. For her friend. Just for her.
Peanut's voice wavered as it was filled with genuine gratitude towards the eevee lying next to her, "Thank you, Pickle. Thank you so much."
Time passed as they watched the moon rise ever higher over their heads, the white eared eevee now laying her head against Peanuts. They sat in content quite, until the scarred face of the eevee posed the question back at her friend, "What about you, Pickle? Who do you want to evolve into?"
No hesitation came from the little eevee as she responded, her ears perking at the thought of her dream, "An umbreon… I want to evolve into an umbreon."
No more words were needed to express her desire. Both understood, without having to say it to each other, how deeply being an umbreon meant to the both of them. For, as some say, it was as if one friends dream was also the others. They were so closely connected that another's passion was also their own.
Silence reigned once more, until finally Pickle spoke, worry and fear edging her tone. "Peanut… suppose… suppose evolving changes us. Makes us drift apart because now were… different. I don't want that to happen. And no matter how much I want to evolve, I want out friendship even more. So if it means a choice between being friends and evolving… I want to stay friends with you."
Her words rang out in the silent night air, the scarred eevee's face showing deep gratitude for what had just been said before responding, her words honest and true. "That means a lot, coming from you, and if I had to choose between evolving and being friends with you, I would stay the way I am. But I don't think evolving can change us. Were true friends, and nothing can change that. Not even different appearances, or the war that rages far away from here. It just wouldn't be right to stop our friendship for such small matters. Without you, I feel incomplete. Empty. Alone."
Both eevees looked at each other in silent agreement of the words, before falling fast asleep on each other's shoulders as the night sky watched from above.
The two eevees were awakened in the dead of night by a cold, flaky substance touching their skin. Pickle jumped up in surprise, knocking Peanut sleepily off her perch on the other eevees shoulder. "What the…? What's going here?" the scarred eevee cried, her sleepy demeanor vanishing as she noticed what now was falling all around them. She looked over at her friend, who was trying to hide the surprise she had just felt, but couldn't seem to control her ears. "Snow! Snow!" the scarred eevee said, bouncing around in momentary joy. The leaping eevee paused as she noticed the fear in her friend's eyes, an emotion so strong the white-eared eevee didn't even try to hide it.
"If this is snow… why isn't it white," the white-eared eevee's voice wavered, trying to stop panic from setting in. Both pokemon looked down at the flaky, gray, substance floating down from above. It was, on closer inspection, a dark gray, brittle, substance with a pungent aroma that reeked of evil. Ash. Pickle felt a shiver run down her back as fast advancing storm clouds covered the moon. Not storm clouds… clouds of smoke. Clouds that warned of disaster.
Slowly, the two eevees turned around to face their homes, a small village of grass huts in the middle of the tall grassy fields. The two friends moved closer to each other in an effort to find comfort when they saw hungry flames reaching out to devour the huts, brutal, merciless flames that crunched up their village. Their homes. And in the center of those flames there was a shadow. One that seemed darker than the rest, with ominous red tints where you would think there was a neck. Pickle noticed her scarred friend quivering in fear as she buried her head in her friend's fur, unable to watch. The white-eared eevee turned away as well, closing her eyes and placing her head close to Peanuts, each finding comfort in the others fur. Neither of them watched as their home was burned to the ground.
"Why… why…" the little scarred eevee cried, her tears mixing on the ground with her friends. "We didn't do anything wrong! Why did they have to destroy everything… again! I thought they were gone forever."
Pickle opened her eyes, comforting her friend by hugging the scarred face close to her own. The eevee forced herself to turn back and look at the village, her night vision superior to her scarred friends. She spoke in a small voice, repeating what she saw as her friend huddled closer.
"Our home is farthest away from the fire. It seems to have started near the school building, and is fast heading this way. There are dark figures moving around, I can't tell who they are, they blend in so closely with the night. As each hut lights on fire the villagers inside appear to attempt to flee, but as soon as they reach the shadowy figures they seem to just… disappear." Her voice stopped short as she saw an espeon in the distance, bounding out of the hut nearest to them and looking frantically around, ignoring the flames that sprouted out of her home behind her. She seemed to stand her ground as figures closed in around her, calling out loudly two pokemon's names.
"Mom… mom's over there! She's trying to find us! We have to go help!" the white-eared eevee cried. But no sooner had the little eevee taken one step forward, the espeon had disappeared.
Pickle started sobbing as she watched the scene, tears fast streaming down her face. The little eevee noticed her friend standing motionless next to her, and her eyes fleeted over the burn mark on her friends face. In an attempt to help her friend, she hid the sorrow to the best of her ability, instead taking charge. "Peanut! It's you they are after! You know what they do to pokemon that have escaped! You have to get out of here now! I can hold them off… there's no way that you could outrun them otherwise."
Both eevees looked at each other. They knew each other so well that they could convey thoughts without the need for talking at all. Pickle saw fear, terror even in her friend's eyes. She was reliving an old memory, one that haunted them both for a long time, even though only one had lived it. At the same time she saw sadness hidden behind the fear, and in her drooping ears. That espeon hadn't been her mom, but it was close to it.
Peanut saw determination in the little eevees eyes, a determination that her friend would never get hurt. She also saw sorrow deep inside her white-eared friend, one that Pickle was trying to keep hidden but couldn't seem to control, especially in her drooping ears. She saw that her friend had just witnessed the loss of her mother, the only parent she knew. And she saw that Pickle was even sadder at the thought of being apart from her, Peanut. At the thought that by leaving the scarred eevee, she could no longer protect her. No longer ease her pain by sharing it with her, to no longer be by her side. But her friend was trying her hardest to be brave for Peanut, and Peanut could sense that.
The look in the scarred eevee's eyes turned from fear into determination, a determination that she would not let her friend down. Both pokemon hugged each other close as the army of shadowy figures advanced up the hill, their tears mixing on the soft dirt. They stood in this embrace for what seemed like a long time, an embrace of goodbyes. Of sorrow. But it wasn't long enough. As the shadows raced up the hill, they broke away from each other, ready to go their separate ways. But before Peanut ran down the hill, she picked up the small stone that she had fought so valiantly for a few hours back, and placed it next to her friend. "We will always be together," the scarred eevee whispered, before leaping down the hill and disappearing into the darkness.
Pickle stood in a battle pose, facing the army that now surrounded her. She let out a cry as the shadow pokemon advanced, the stone tucked safely inside the fluff around her neck. "You'll never defeat me! I'm Double P! A pokemon with the strength and strategy of two! You'd better bet you would never win against an eevee fighting for her friend!" With that the hill became a frenzied battleground, Pickle sending up flurries of sand at her enemies before attempting a quick attack. Her enemies quickly evaded her attacks, sending a barrage of shadow balls her way. The little eevee was surprised when she felt her body being crushed by the attacks. Ghost attacks shouldn't affect normal types… right?
Regardless of the pain, the little eevee valiantly fought her cloaked enemies, still unable to discover who they were. She used quick attack once more, and felt it clang harmlessly against the pokemon. Pickle only had one move left to try. She gathered dark energy in her open mouth, forming a small black sphere. She aimed it at the enemy, only to find that the pitiful shadow ball fizzed out before it even reached the target.
She looked wildly around as another barrage of shadow balls hit her from every angle. It was like the spheres of dark energy were trying to suffocate her, crush her, steal all her precious breath away. She couldn't move for the pain that coursed through her body. The little eevee felt herself falling against the ground, unable to stand back up. But despite the circumstance, the little eevee smiled. Her friend had gotten away.
Peanut turned around for one moment as she reached the grassy plains, catching her breath while staring back at where she had come from. The scarred eevee could see the battle from where she stood, her face contorting in horror as she watched her friend being barraged by shadow ball attacks. Maybe she should go back and help… but she had promised her friend she would get away. Pickle was doing all of this for her. She needed to do her part as well.
The scarred eevee raced away once more, tears streaming down her face as her only friend vanished behind her.
So, there you go! The first chapter of this story. Hope you enjoyed the first story in this storybook! Keep on reading and writing, and please review and tell me what you thought. I am aware it is far from perfect, but I am also aware that I will need other people's help to make my writing better.
