The Vaporeon
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon in any way shape or form. If I did, I'd be rich and I would have this published. I do own my ideas, characters, etc.
Authors note: This is entirely fantasy. I cannot prove eevees' live in trees and have advanced civilizations. I wrote this from some idea that just came to mind one day. So R&R
Deep in Jhoto lies the Ilex Forest, a dark place covered with trees. Trainers can, and of course will, use their pokemon to shake wild ones from the trees there, but no trainer has ever questioned what is inside these trees. Not the small saplings from which pokemon can be shaken from, but the large and majestic trees which we pokemon call our homes.
It is within the very largest tree of the Ilex Forest we eevee dwell. Our tree, our home, looks gnarled from the outside, but on the inside it is quite nice. This particular tree was hollowed out long ago by some bug pokemon that don't really matter to us. Below the tree, our community of eevee and eevee evolutions has expanded to below grounds.
Inside our tree are the family's of eevee and eevee evolutions that work and fight. We are a pack. Our leader, Jaru, the strongest and most strict jolteon, always walks about proudly, looking about for anyone to yell at. Our community is made up of eevees'; those who are young, poor, or weak. Flareons; Females who do work at home. Espeons; Females who battle those outside our tree. Umbreons; Males who fight in our tree. And finally, jolteons; those who enforce the law of our tree. Vaporeons are said to be dark and evil, or so Jaru tells us all.
So now, I tell you about me. I am a young eevee, about 3 weeks old. I am female. I have been brought up to learn these laws of our tree. My mother, a beautiful flareon named Embress, has taught my brothers and sisters and I to obey these rules strictly. Of course, she has no choice. Her mate, my father, is Jaru, the leader of us all. I often resent that. I have also been brought up to speak properly, which all females in our tree do, if they have been raised correctly. Being the family of the leader, we live in the tallest tree limb.
My brothers and sisters have not been named yet. Neither have I for that matter. It is tradition that we not be named until we have evolved. And, also by tradition, I do not get to choose my evolution. Only the males get to choose. There are 2 males, and 3 females. Four if you include me. Of the males, one is thin and a bit weak, the other is a huge bully, who is a lot like Jaru. I am small, the runt of the litter perhaps. Of my sisters, they are all tall and thin, perfect minatures of espeons. Which means they will stay eevees longer if they are chosen to be espeons. The females who are to be espeons are trained by day until they evolve, and the same for males, except they are trained at night.
The large bully male came over and knocked the runt female over, just to prove his superiority as a larger male.
"Hey!" snapped the runt female in her high pitched voice, "Stop doing that every time you walk past another one of us!"
Even at my young age, you could tell I stood up for myself and all others, even to those I could never defeat. I guess it was sort of a gift, and in other ways, a punishment that would torment me forever.
The bully male just stopped right in front of the runt female. He folded back his ears and stretched up tall. He puffed out his chest, and bent his chin as far up as it would go while still being able to glare down at her.
I, of course, wouldn't let myself be pushed around by the male. I took a leap backward into a fighting stance and folded my ears back. I raised my head and showed my small but sharp milk teeth, and extended my claws as far as they would go. I knew I could never out power my older, stronger brother, but there was a chance I could use surprise and wit against him.
The other males and females watched in awe. Rarely did pokemon this young get in a fight, and rarely was it over nothing. To the female, it wasn't about nothing. It was about her future. Should she lose, the male would forever be able to torment her until she beat him within combat.
The two exchanged bluffs, defense attacks, and would fake a lunge, but after five minutes, still nothing had happened.
The other eevees stood, cheering on their comrads. They attracked quite a lot of attention, seeing as the hollow tree echoed.
In a split second, the two at combat exchanged a glare and leapt. They seemed frozen in time, both lunging with all their weight into a long and graceful leap. Both attacks were bound to hit. Bound to hit, but never did. In a small growl, two red paws shot out between them, and scooped them up with ease. The two struggles for a minute against their mother's firey but gentle grip, but soon were calmed by her soothing words.
"Why do you cause such a commotion?" asked Embress in her kind and motherly voice, "You know that you are to evolve today."
"Sorry mommy." I said in my small high-pitched voice. "It wont happen again."
My brother just sat there, brushing the dust off the furry area around his neck with his large paw. He did, however, glare at me for a second before resuming his fur care.
My mom lead me back to my brother and sisters. My brother smiled. He liked that I stood up to the one who was destened to stand tall above him. My sisters just pretended not to see me. Fighting against you family was a dishonorable thing to do, and they were quite obedient.They were what I called "Trainer fit". Yes, we knew of trainers. We had all seen the pictures and storys of the giants with eyes of fire more fierce than a moltres and hands of a metal more cold and hard than that of a steelix. With their whip or sword to control the cowering pokemon before them. The pokemon was usually half starved.We all knew all about trainers.
My mom lead all of us to a different branch of the tree. She lead us past one branch that was sealed off by a door and lock.
"What's back there?" I asked in awe and wonder
"Those," my mother began in her kind voice, "Are the evolution stones. They are kept in a safe place so they cannot be stolen of misplaced."
I stopped for a second to look at the door and to wonder. In a few short hours I wouldn't be eevee anymore. I'd be who-knows-what.
Not wanting to be left behind in a place which was unfamiliar, I ran forward to my brothers, sisters, and mother. We were lead around stairways all around the tree until we finally reached the pre-evolution room. There were evolution stones in high shelves all around. Some large and shiny, some small and quite dirty. I had not clue what was going to happen next, but I began to get excited. Not the kind of excitedness you feel when you're about to get a treat, but the nervous kind that makes you feel sick to your stomach.
My sisters sat tall and looked around respectfully. My bully of a brother sat tall, head pointed towards the shelves of stones, glaring eyes directed to me. My smaller brother seemed nervous like me. His head darted around with fear every so often.
"Wait here," My mother directed kindly, "We are preparing your evolution stones. Think now, you are to be stuck in these forms forever more. This is not something where you can wake up and start over again."
With that, my mother left us to think. Her words had startled me more than ever. I had never seen an evolution. I didn't know if it was going to hurt. All of the sudden, I wanted to run. To bolt out the door and away from the tree and just forget everything. But beyond the tree there were monsters. Monsters like the fire-eyes trainers and their half starved pokemon that fought only for the chance of devouring the enemy.
These thought were even worse than the ones my mothers words had given me. I swallowed hard and stayed put. The next ten minutes were eternity.
When my mother and father returned, they were with three other jolteon. They all guided us out to a ledge. Near the edge was a pillow filled with flower petals. A few evolution stones were set aside the pillow. But all was not quiet. I could hear voices. So many voices. I took a step forward. Below, far, far below, were hundreds of eevees and flareons. Jolteons, espeons, umbreons! Everyone in the community had come out to see us evolve. To see me evolve!
Not I really wanted to run. No firey-eyed trained could catch me! But their pokemon...their pokemon looked like demons. I could never beat that.
My father talked briefly. I didn't listen. I was too busy feeling my heart throb in my brain. My small brother stepped forward. My father looked him over as he sat still, more nervous than ever. My father sent him to the practice fields. He was to become an umbreon. One of my sisters stepped up. Once again, my father inspected her. He sent her to the training fields as well, but she was to be an espeon. The same thing happened with my other two sisters. My bully brother went up then. My head was sore with the pounding heart beats. I was next. My vission was now blurring through my sweat-laden eyelashes. I vaguely say my father touch my brother with an evolution stone. I whiped my eyes. I had to see an evolution, even if it was my bully brother's. He became taller and thinner. His ears became hard and rough. All his fur became hard and rough. He glowed more brightly than the sun. The audience shielded their eyes as well as everyone near him. He was a jolteon.
Suddenly, he walked away from the ledge. My father, everyone, turned toward me. I barely felt my mothers paw urge me forward. I stumbled blindly onto the pillow and stared out into the audience. My father raised his head, done inspecting after what seemed like a year had gone by. He reached for a stone.
"Flareon" my mind said, "I'm going to be a flareon."
I gulped. My last moment as an eevee. The stone seemed to come forward in slow motion. It was cold to the touch, even through my thick brown fur. That very fur began to glow. The feeling was inlike anyother. My legs grew long and thin. My ears became very thin and each one moved to the sides of my head. I felt another thin ear sprout up on tom of my head. I them felt a thin skin come from all around my face, rught behind my three akwardly placed ears. My tail grew long. Very, very long. The end split into two thin pieces. I then felt something emerge from my back. Small blue ridges that started where the frilly thing below my ears was, and ended where my tail split into two fins. The glow stopped. I opened my eyes. I stared down at my feet. My blue feet. I was a vaporeon. Everyone was silent.
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon in any way shape or form. If I did, I'd be rich and I would have this published. I do own my ideas, characters, etc.
Authors note: This is entirely fantasy. I cannot prove eevees' live in trees and have advanced civilizations. I wrote this from some idea that just came to mind one day. So R&R
Deep in Jhoto lies the Ilex Forest, a dark place covered with trees. Trainers can, and of course will, use their pokemon to shake wild ones from the trees there, but no trainer has ever questioned what is inside these trees. Not the small saplings from which pokemon can be shaken from, but the large and majestic trees which we pokemon call our homes.
It is within the very largest tree of the Ilex Forest we eevee dwell. Our tree, our home, looks gnarled from the outside, but on the inside it is quite nice. This particular tree was hollowed out long ago by some bug pokemon that don't really matter to us. Below the tree, our community of eevee and eevee evolutions has expanded to below grounds.
Inside our tree are the family's of eevee and eevee evolutions that work and fight. We are a pack. Our leader, Jaru, the strongest and most strict jolteon, always walks about proudly, looking about for anyone to yell at. Our community is made up of eevees'; those who are young, poor, or weak. Flareons; Females who do work at home. Espeons; Females who battle those outside our tree. Umbreons; Males who fight in our tree. And finally, jolteons; those who enforce the law of our tree. Vaporeons are said to be dark and evil, or so Jaru tells us all.
So now, I tell you about me. I am a young eevee, about 3 weeks old. I am female. I have been brought up to learn these laws of our tree. My mother, a beautiful flareon named Embress, has taught my brothers and sisters and I to obey these rules strictly. Of course, she has no choice. Her mate, my father, is Jaru, the leader of us all. I often resent that. I have also been brought up to speak properly, which all females in our tree do, if they have been raised correctly. Being the family of the leader, we live in the tallest tree limb.
My brothers and sisters have not been named yet. Neither have I for that matter. It is tradition that we not be named until we have evolved. And, also by tradition, I do not get to choose my evolution. Only the males get to choose. There are 2 males, and 3 females. Four if you include me. Of the males, one is thin and a bit weak, the other is a huge bully, who is a lot like Jaru. I am small, the runt of the litter perhaps. Of my sisters, they are all tall and thin, perfect minatures of espeons. Which means they will stay eevees longer if they are chosen to be espeons. The females who are to be espeons are trained by day until they evolve, and the same for males, except they are trained at night.
The large bully male came over and knocked the runt female over, just to prove his superiority as a larger male.
"Hey!" snapped the runt female in her high pitched voice, "Stop doing that every time you walk past another one of us!"
Even at my young age, you could tell I stood up for myself and all others, even to those I could never defeat. I guess it was sort of a gift, and in other ways, a punishment that would torment me forever.
The bully male just stopped right in front of the runt female. He folded back his ears and stretched up tall. He puffed out his chest, and bent his chin as far up as it would go while still being able to glare down at her.
I, of course, wouldn't let myself be pushed around by the male. I took a leap backward into a fighting stance and folded my ears back. I raised my head and showed my small but sharp milk teeth, and extended my claws as far as they would go. I knew I could never out power my older, stronger brother, but there was a chance I could use surprise and wit against him.
The other males and females watched in awe. Rarely did pokemon this young get in a fight, and rarely was it over nothing. To the female, it wasn't about nothing. It was about her future. Should she lose, the male would forever be able to torment her until she beat him within combat.
The two exchanged bluffs, defense attacks, and would fake a lunge, but after five minutes, still nothing had happened.
The other eevees stood, cheering on their comrads. They attracked quite a lot of attention, seeing as the hollow tree echoed.
In a split second, the two at combat exchanged a glare and leapt. They seemed frozen in time, both lunging with all their weight into a long and graceful leap. Both attacks were bound to hit. Bound to hit, but never did. In a small growl, two red paws shot out between them, and scooped them up with ease. The two struggles for a minute against their mother's firey but gentle grip, but soon were calmed by her soothing words.
"Why do you cause such a commotion?" asked Embress in her kind and motherly voice, "You know that you are to evolve today."
"Sorry mommy." I said in my small high-pitched voice. "It wont happen again."
My brother just sat there, brushing the dust off the furry area around his neck with his large paw. He did, however, glare at me for a second before resuming his fur care.
My mom lead me back to my brother and sisters. My brother smiled. He liked that I stood up to the one who was destened to stand tall above him. My sisters just pretended not to see me. Fighting against you family was a dishonorable thing to do, and they were quite obedient.They were what I called "Trainer fit". Yes, we knew of trainers. We had all seen the pictures and storys of the giants with eyes of fire more fierce than a moltres and hands of a metal more cold and hard than that of a steelix. With their whip or sword to control the cowering pokemon before them. The pokemon was usually half starved.We all knew all about trainers.
My mom lead all of us to a different branch of the tree. She lead us past one branch that was sealed off by a door and lock.
"What's back there?" I asked in awe and wonder
"Those," my mother began in her kind voice, "Are the evolution stones. They are kept in a safe place so they cannot be stolen of misplaced."
I stopped for a second to look at the door and to wonder. In a few short hours I wouldn't be eevee anymore. I'd be who-knows-what.
Not wanting to be left behind in a place which was unfamiliar, I ran forward to my brothers, sisters, and mother. We were lead around stairways all around the tree until we finally reached the pre-evolution room. There were evolution stones in high shelves all around. Some large and shiny, some small and quite dirty. I had not clue what was going to happen next, but I began to get excited. Not the kind of excitedness you feel when you're about to get a treat, but the nervous kind that makes you feel sick to your stomach.
My sisters sat tall and looked around respectfully. My bully of a brother sat tall, head pointed towards the shelves of stones, glaring eyes directed to me. My smaller brother seemed nervous like me. His head darted around with fear every so often.
"Wait here," My mother directed kindly, "We are preparing your evolution stones. Think now, you are to be stuck in these forms forever more. This is not something where you can wake up and start over again."
With that, my mother left us to think. Her words had startled me more than ever. I had never seen an evolution. I didn't know if it was going to hurt. All of the sudden, I wanted to run. To bolt out the door and away from the tree and just forget everything. But beyond the tree there were monsters. Monsters like the fire-eyes trainers and their half starved pokemon that fought only for the chance of devouring the enemy.
These thought were even worse than the ones my mothers words had given me. I swallowed hard and stayed put. The next ten minutes were eternity.
When my mother and father returned, they were with three other jolteon. They all guided us out to a ledge. Near the edge was a pillow filled with flower petals. A few evolution stones were set aside the pillow. But all was not quiet. I could hear voices. So many voices. I took a step forward. Below, far, far below, were hundreds of eevees and flareons. Jolteons, espeons, umbreons! Everyone in the community had come out to see us evolve. To see me evolve!
Not I really wanted to run. No firey-eyed trained could catch me! But their pokemon...their pokemon looked like demons. I could never beat that.
My father talked briefly. I didn't listen. I was too busy feeling my heart throb in my brain. My small brother stepped forward. My father looked him over as he sat still, more nervous than ever. My father sent him to the practice fields. He was to become an umbreon. One of my sisters stepped up. Once again, my father inspected her. He sent her to the training fields as well, but she was to be an espeon. The same thing happened with my other two sisters. My bully brother went up then. My head was sore with the pounding heart beats. I was next. My vission was now blurring through my sweat-laden eyelashes. I vaguely say my father touch my brother with an evolution stone. I whiped my eyes. I had to see an evolution, even if it was my bully brother's. He became taller and thinner. His ears became hard and rough. All his fur became hard and rough. He glowed more brightly than the sun. The audience shielded their eyes as well as everyone near him. He was a jolteon.
Suddenly, he walked away from the ledge. My father, everyone, turned toward me. I barely felt my mothers paw urge me forward. I stumbled blindly onto the pillow and stared out into the audience. My father raised his head, done inspecting after what seemed like a year had gone by. He reached for a stone.
"Flareon" my mind said, "I'm going to be a flareon."
I gulped. My last moment as an eevee. The stone seemed to come forward in slow motion. It was cold to the touch, even through my thick brown fur. That very fur began to glow. The feeling was inlike anyother. My legs grew long and thin. My ears became very thin and each one moved to the sides of my head. I felt another thin ear sprout up on tom of my head. I them felt a thin skin come from all around my face, rught behind my three akwardly placed ears. My tail grew long. Very, very long. The end split into two thin pieces. I then felt something emerge from my back. Small blue ridges that started where the frilly thing below my ears was, and ended where my tail split into two fins. The glow stopped. I opened my eyes. I stared down at my feet. My blue feet. I was a vaporeon. Everyone was silent.