Chandra knew she was different.

From the moment her feet touched the ground, from the first steps she took, she knew that something was stirring inside of her. A tiny flame, lit by the smallest spark of power, was steadily growing, feeding on her hope and instinct, consuming doubt to be replaced with knowledge.

Her life, only just begun, was thrust aside.

I open my crimson eyes, staring at the gray wall in front of me. Exiled, hated, and alone. I sigh, rattling the chains around my throat and paws. I shift restlessly in my dark prison, awaiting my fate.

Only days before, I had been free.

I race to meet Thorn, his sweet scent wreathing around me. I bury my muzzle into his midnight fur, yellow rings glowing with affection.

"I didn't think you would come, Thorn." I whisper, breaking away to gaze into his deep red eyes.

"I try to keep my promises." He smiles, and his torn ear twitches. I sigh as I press against him; one black pelt against another. Two Umbreon, sharing the blissful silence of the forest.

After a few minutes, I look up. "Thorn, Do you love me?"

He looks surprised. "Of course I do, Chandra." He rubs his muzzle against mine. He tenses. "Why ask?"

I sigh. "We both know our love is illegal. It's wrong for a soldier to fall in love with a rogue." I rest my head on his shoulder, worries flooding my mind.

He pauses. "So what?" he growls. "If anyone tried to hurt you, I would face them, even if I am accused of treason." his voice shakes when he says this, and I search for words to calm him down.

"I would do the same for you. But, even if it is hard to bear, we must stop meeting like this. Though it hurts, it would hurt more to have one of us killed over our love." I push away, tears filling my eyes. We sit in silence, drinking in my words.

A rustle in the undergrowth catches my attention. Two Gengar appear with rope in their hands, and with a shriek of defiance I leap at them, knowing my attempts are futile. I know they are Thorn's fellow soldiers, sent here by the General of the army base that Thorn works day and night to protect.

Now they have found us, and as I struggle in the strong grip of a Gengar, I watch as Thorn is beaten. Bleeding heavily, Thorn struggles to look at me, one last time. The Gengar smacks him, and ties him up quickly despite my feeble protests.

I watch as Thorn is dragged roughly back to the army base, and let out a howl as an alert for my siblings, Brook and Jason. I close my eyes and see them running through the forest, away from me, just another Leafeon and Glaceon racing as if tracking kill.

My voice trails to a hoarse whisper as the Gengar shoves me in a direction, and I hang my head in shame and defeat.

Looking back, I see now that I was foolish; how could I have foreseen my fate yet try to change it anyway? I shake my head, despair rising like bile in my throat.

Thorn is outside of my cell, awaiting orders from the General to be executed.

I can only sit, and hope that my death will come quickly.

I was inspired by a fanfic about an espeon by Farla; it really touched me on how people (and pokemon) are treated unfairly due to their position or religion. Please review, and tell me what you think.