Hi guys,
Remember Eevee Royals? Yeah, so it's back. And me with it.
So many of you have personally messaged me about this fanfiction and asked why I took it down. Truth is, I don't remember. Funny, right? Really guys. It's the honest truth. I may or may not have taken in down in a time when I wasn't...well let's just say wasn't thinking straight. We all make mistakes in life. I believe it was a terrible one if I did accidentally take it down with the intentions of restoring it only for it to be permanently lost. So here's what I did. Dedicated my summer to rewriting some of the initial chapters and incorporating some other elements that were previously missing but promised as a bonus chapter. Hey, if I was gonna bring it back, might as well do it with a twist right? So to those of you who have read this before, know that there may be many things added and some changed to correct the errors in the original edit. There may be some new plot lines or events added. Although much of the contend it largely the same, I hope you guys still enjoy this.
I apologize for disappearing for so long and for the fact that this was taken down. I hope you guys will find it in your hearts to forgive me and stick by me.
To those of you who are new, well, there isn't much to tell. I just hope I can carry you guys along for the ride and make this as thrilling as possible. I promise to try, I really do. I strongly advise you to go over the brief summary given below to get a better idea of the setting itself.
Summary:
There are 18 kingdoms in the Pokemon Universe, one for each of the types. These kingdoms are ruled by their respective Kings and Queens. Each of these kingdoms have sworn loyalty to a legendary pokemon that is regarded as their deity. The pokemon of the kingdoms serve these legendary pokemon. The troyal family have been granted special privileges to converse with the Legendary pokemon in what is called 'Ceremony of the Ancient' where the legendary presents itself before them. It is not necessary that only specific type of pokemon reside within a kingdom. E.g: Fire type pokemon in Fire kingdom only. The types of pokemon within each kingdom may differ in some occasions. Some kingdoms have alliances and treaties while others are at war. In this universe, our story will take place.
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon.
Note: Eevee and all of its evolutionary forms will play a major part in this fanfic.
I won't take up any more of your time. Let's proceed.
Chapter 1
"This will have to do."
The Jolteon admired himself in the mirror, his face set in a bored expression. He turned his head from side to side, his eyes scanning his spiky fur carefully while his mind whirled with all the things the day had in store for him, none of which seemed to amuse him. With a soft sigh, he took a step back from his full-length mirror and turned to his side to make sure the rest of his fur had been thoroughly groomed.
A prince must always look his best. He mumbled the bitter words as he added the final touches and looked once more, smiling for the first time in the day. With just the right amount of electricity and carefully channeled energy, the Jolteon Prince had finally achieved his desired look.
"Your Highness," He heard a familiar voice from behind him. "Your Father awaits. You must hurry now."
His brow furrowed at the thought. His Father, King Ampharos, was not one who would make provision for excuses when it came to the Jolteon Prince. He, to quote his father, was expected to be the responsible one as the eldest. A Prince does not make excuses. He repeated his King's words in his mind, the thought void of admiration and respect and full of frustration. A nation is only as strong as the one who leads.
"Your Highness," The same voice brought him back and the Prince realized he was still staring at himself in the mirror. His eyes turned sharply to focus on the reflection of his Royal Advisor, A pachirisu, waiting impatiently for the prince.
"I am ready now," he announced, his voice clear but dull.
He clearly wasn't pleased with having to attend a yet another audience with his own Father where he would be questioned about his progress as the Commander of the Royal Army of the Blitz Kingdom and no compassion would be extended.
He Royal Advisor nodded once, and then turned around to escort the Prince to the Main Courtyard only for him to flash by in a blur of golden and black, leaving electric trails at his heels. The Pachirisu gasped at the sudden realization, then began to scurry as fast as his tiny feet could carry him in a feeble attempt to catch up with the Jolteon Prince, a task which was physically impossible for a pokemon of his species.
Volt, The Jolteon Prince, sped past the corridors at invisible speed, his reflexes sharp and eyes focused on the path ahead. A small smile played on his muzzle as his paws dashed from left to right to dodge the courtiers he encountered on his way, alarming them for a brief second with his sheer speed and a blurry image of a golden pokemon.
Upon reaching his destination, he stopped instantly and stood up straight on his legs. He could feel the surge of massive electrical energy dying out in his hind limbs while his muscles relaxed from the early morning exercise which had barely left him out of breath. He turned back once more to check up on his fur to make sure it was still sharp and spiky. Satisfied with his appearance, he turned to face the giant door straight ahead. Two Galvantula were stationed at the entrance, guarding the gates that led to the Throne room.
"Let me through," Volt spoke in his authoritative voice, commanding the Guards to open the gates for him.
"Yes, Your Highness," The two said and bowed to the prince.
One of them then crawled up the door and unlocked it while the other pushed it open, revealing the room beyond. As soon as the door opened, the voices inside reduced to a whisper and ultimately, silence fell over the room. A golden carpet lined with black on both ends ran all the way down the marble floor and to the Throne of the King himself. Even from the entrance, Volt could see his father, King Ampharos, seated comfortably on the throne, an Emolga at his feet with a tray of grapes. The room appeared to be crowded as usual with other courtiers, Pikachu, Menetric, Electrabuzz and Voltorb to name a few.
Volt cleared his throat and then marched down the carpet and up to his waiting father, a serious expression on his face with all signs of his previous smile gone. The thrill of the castle run was now behind him. He walked swiftly, yet gracefully, with each step speaking for his royal presence in the room. The other courtiers looked on with admiration at the young prince, some smiling proudly while others whispering.
Prince Volt, The Jolteon, had been the living image of his deceased mother as an Eevee, the former Queen of the Blitz Kingdom. She had been an Espeon and although he had not evolved into her form, he had certainly inherited her calm temperament. On the battlefield, Volt showed no lack of strength and bravery, a trait that had been fairly evident in his father back in his youthful days and this, combined with his speed and size, gave him an extra advantage against any opponent he faced. He was considered rather handsome for his age. The ladies of the court certainly seemed to agree and they did all sorts of things to earn his affections. This would win them a dance or a few kind words from the prince but never his heart. His blood was strong and with his abilities, he had made his army strong in the face of many fearsome nations that had attempted to conquer theirs. He had established his command and was well known amongst his ranks and the other courtiers. He was fit to be the next king.
Only, he wasn't going to be the next king.
The Prince knelt obediently before his father as soon as he reached the small flight of stairs leading up to the throne.
"Rise, my son," his father's voice ordered and he stood up on all four, his eyes locked on the Ampharos King now. Until, of course, he heard his little sister call out to him.
"How do you do, older brother?" The little Eevee asked, her voice painfully cheerful to her Jolteon brother.
He looked sharply to the right where the voice had come from and he found her, perched up on the arm of her father's throne, her muzzle set in a permanent smile. He forced a smile at her, trying to mirror her but could only manage what appeared to be a half-pleasant smile and a small nod of acknowledgement.
His sister, Princess Sapphire, was a rather playful, carefree and an energetic pokemon, a fierce contrast to her more ambitious and serious older brother. She, unlike Volt, had no responsibilities or royal obligations. Throughout their life, she had been a much favorite with her father who favored her over her brother and as such, she had been exempted from many royal duties that Prince Volt had to undertake as a Royal Blood. Sometimes, he wondered if he took up some of the duties that would otherwise fall in her share. But then, she was barely capable of handling said duties. Having no experience in battles and fight, he doubted if she would be able to survive more than few minutes out on the field. She was only trained in basic combat skills which had been taught to her by King Ampharos himself while Prince Volt had to learn from his trainers. Much of her time was invested in learning how to sing and play instruments and to discipline herself in royal etiquettes in order that she may portray herself as a proper lady. She wasn't made to fight out in the field. She was made to sit up on the throne and govern while the strong served her. Yes, she was the one who had been declared the heir to the Blitz Kingdom.
"Volt," King Ampharos spoke, bringing his son's attention back to him. "I hope your preparations for the next expedition are in order."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Volt answered clearly without hesitation.
"Are you sure you're not shirking work for the want of leisure?" King Ampharos pressed on, eying his Jolteon son suspiciously.
"No, Your Majesty."
Volt stood his ground, his eyes impassive and never wavering. He was looking forward to being dismissed. Fortunately for him, he hadn't long to wait. Father can never stand my presence for long. He thought. I am not even allowed to address him as my own father but rather must abide by the royal formalities.
"Be on your way then," King Ampharos commanded. "I expect you to get back to your training."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Volt answered, bowing once more. He then turned around and began to walk back to the door he had entered from without giving Sapphire a second look. She had been looking at him all along only to be ignored by her older brother as usual. Being her usual carefree self, she dismissed it as simply her brother being too preoccupied with his duties to spare her any of his time. She couldn't possibly demand it knowing full well her father was strictly against Volt slacking off.
As soon as the doors slammed shut behind him, Volt sighed and shook his head.
"Your Highness!" The voice of his royal advisor caught him off guard. He turned to the right to look at the panting Pachirisu as he caught up to the prince.
"The business here as been taken care of," Volt informed his royal advisor. "We must head to the Colosseum now."
"Already, Your Highness?" Pachirisu questioned, still panting for breath from his run. The questioned earned him a nod from the prince as a reply before he began to walk away.
"You seem out of sorts Your Highness," The royal advisor asked as he trotted along behind his superior.
"I am alright," Volt answered as he continued to walk. "You need not worry about me."
He clearly sounded uninterested and his advisor was quick to pick this up. However, he chose not to question the prince any further and take him for his word. Inside his mind, Volt was replaying an unpleasant memory, one that had stuck with him since the day of its occurrence.
Flashback:
The Blitz Kingdom was conducting its Ceremony of the Ancients, a special ritual where the royalty would converse with the legendary pokemon they worshipped, Zekrom, the one who supposedly watched over them and guarded them in return for their loyalty and faith. The standard preparations included a small section of the army and the royal family itself and this was almost always carried out in the throne room or the main courtyard.
Zekrom was regarded as the strongest and the most powerful electric deity by the nation and even the other electric deities were known to serve the colossal pokemon. Hence, he was the figure they worshiped and followed.
King Ampharos was standing out front before Zekrom with his children, both Eevee, and an army of Luxray and Raichu behind him. All of the pokemon were kneeling, their eyes fixed on the ground.
"I see," The Zekrom said to the king. "I can tell your son is going to be very resourceful to the kingdom. You must see that he is raised well."
King Ampharos smiled proudly as he looked down at his son. The Eevee looked awestruck, his eyes fixed on the very image of power and wrath.
"About your daughter," Zekrom continued, shifting his red eyes to the other Eevee who looked like she was going to faint from fear. "Keep a close eye on her. I sense a strange aura from her. She could lead Blitz to greatness or be the reason for its downfall."
King Ampharos knelt obediently before the pokemon, his mind contemplating what the legendary had spoken of. Volt and Sapphire followed their father and did the same.
With those words, Zekrom disappeared in a blinding white light, leaving behind a puzzled King and his two offspring, one overjoyed and the other quivering in fear.
Flashback ends:
Prince Volt frowned at the unpleasant memory and gritted his teeth inside his muzzle while continuing his journey.
Life had completely changed for the two Eevee Royals after the day they were introduced to the legendary pokemon. Zekrom had declared a prophecy that immediately elevated his sister to the status of the 'Future Queen' while he struggled in his day-to-day routine of harsh and prolonged training sessions without so much as a kind word or praise from his father. As his sister grew closer to their father, he grew distant, cold and bitter. He had been quite close to his mother until she fell fatally ill and passed away, leaving her broken family behind. She had been his only support but even she wasn't privy to her son's personal feelings. After her demise, Volt threw himself in his training and purposely kept himself busy to avoid confronting his family, a decision his father wholeheartedly approved of. Not that he had to put a heart to it but nobody was questioning. Prince Volt established himself as a respectable warrior which got him promoted to the status of Commander-in-Chief of the army the King's most trusted warrior, but never his favorite son or heir. A victim of his own ambition, the Prince was still reluctant to hand his kingdom to what he labeled the 'Doll Princess' and the thought of her succeeding his father always enraged him.
Such memories were painful to him. A life where he had been denied what he had so rightfully earned infuriated him. But it always put him hard at work. There is nothing like a daily dose of bitter-sweet memories to get my blood going. He thought as he zapped past his opponent, a Luxio, with a quick attack then made a sharp turn to face him and attack with Hyper Beam. The Luxio jumped in time to dodge and landed on all four paws then dashed out of sight to flee the approaching prince.
Volt was barely concentrating on the battle. His mind was occupied with different thoughts entirely. He was coming to terms with the fact that sheer strength and absolute loyalty to his Father would earn him nothing. Or at least not what he wanted. I need to change my course. He thought as he unleashed his dig move and emerged from the ground, hitting the Luxio under the jaw and throwing him off guard. But how? What other possible way is there to prove myself worthy of the throne? He thought as he dodged the Luxio's crunch by a mere inch and used Retaliate to counter attack. The Luxio took the hit.
The image of his sister, Sapphire, flashed in his mind, smiling as usual. He blinked fast, taken aback for a second. The Luxio took the opportunity to unleash Strength. The powerful blow sent Volt flying back but he managed to land on his paws easily. He lashed at the Luxio with a quick attack, his style turning a bit reckless to his usual one.
Sapphire. He thought, a smile forming on his muzzle. That's it. She will have to take the fall. He zapped left and right to confuse the Luxio who was now attacking the Prince blindly. The Beloved Princess of all is no beloved sister of mine. And if I cannot take the throne by fair means, then so be it. He used double kick with his hind legs and sent the Luxio sprawling on the ground. The pokemon barely managed to get up and spit the sand from his mouth before being attacked by one final hyper beam that decided the winner.
With Sapphire out of the way, there would be no one to stop me from becoming the king. Volt thought as he looked at his opponent. The Luxio limped to the side of the battle ground, looking defeated. A pleased smile formed on Volt's Muzzle as he stood up straight and took a deep breath. The plan began to shape in his mind and an evil voice began to whisper in his ear. They say that when consumed with hatred, one would find reasons to justify what he had previously deemed unrighteous. This simply applied to the electric prince whose mind was now filled with such malicious thoughts. Never once did he stop to consider that this was his own blood he was about to turn on. His only thought was how to eliminate Princess Sapphire from his path.
With the battle with the Luxio over, Volt made his way to the side of the battle ground where Pachirisu was waiting for him. The Royal Advisor hurried over to the prince and threw a towel over his shoulders.
"Very well done!" He cheered as he trotted along the Prince's heels. "You are quite the strong one, Your Highness."
Volt smiled down at the royal advisor, amused with the flattery but aware nonetheless.
"Flattery gets you nowhere, Pachirisu," Volt snickered as he rubbed the sweat off his face with the towel. "This is all the result of my tireless effort and training."
"And well-deserved, if I do say so myself," the Pachirisu answered.
Prince Volt chuckled at the answer and sat down on the bench. It was almost funny. Almost.
"Pachirisu," he addressed his royal advisor. "This will be all for today."
Pachirisu blinked in confusion and titled his head slightly, surprised by the Prince's decision. He was slacking off on training. In all the years he had served the prince, Prince Volt has always invested most of his time in bettering himself as a warrior and leader. They had barely been in the Colosseum for an hour and Volt was already moving on. He always battled a minimum of fifteen opponents before tending to his other businesses. His best guess was that Volt must have found a girl he was eager to see but little did he know of what was going on inside the prince's mind.
"I need you to take care of something," Prince Volt ordered Pachirisu, turning his back to the royal advisor to hide the devious look in his eyes while slowly walking away.
"What is it, your Highness?" The royal advisor asked.
"I need you to arrange an ice-type pokemon for my opponent tomorrow."
Well, that's the first chapter. I apologize for any spelling and grammar errors.
Thank you for taking your time to read this. I appreciate it.
Overall, I just hope you guys liked it. Leave a review and I'll get back to you guys soon with a new chapter!
