((Dark Loved the Day))
+prologue
I glance around me; the world is a thick haze, like an all consuming fog that shields me from seeing anything beyond its murky depths. I see shadows moving and mixing with the miasma, like choreography of synchronized dancers. Something is moving, something is shifting. That something is unidentifiable, and I drift some more…
But then I hear something. I have been in silence throughout this time, and the sound echoes in my mind like a ringing that was unparalleled in volume.
It is a voice, beckoning to me. I cannot exactly hear what the voice's words are, because at first the concept of words is foreign to me. I slowly remember the beautiful thing we call language, and let my subconscious draw its attention towards the voice that comes from the smog.
"Wake up, are you okay? Come back to us, don't lose us…"
It is a male voice, I realize. I search the foggy depths for the place where his voice is coming from, but I can only close in on it a little. His voice is coming from the left, and I can sense that the shadow in that direction is him.
"Someone, call for help! She isn't responding!"
Another voice bellows out, louder than how the male had called towards me. The female voice booms in my head like a punch in the jaw. The male seems to ignore her words. I watch as one shadow disappears towards another direction.
The male voice's shadow stays immobile.
"Don't close your eyes. Stay with us, we'll have help soon."
There is nothing else to hold on to but his voice. I struggle to 'stay with them'. I don't understand what they mean, except perhaps they'd like me to stay conscious.
Judging by the frantic commotion of sound that begins to breach my ears, I believe that I am right. I then begin to try and heed his words, and fight against the haze that blurs my vision…
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"Hang on a minute, guys, she's coming to!" said a voice above me. It is familiar, though I don't know who it belongs to. There is no name for the voice in my mind.
I watched as my vision swam, and I could not make out any of the moving figures above me. Slowly but surely, my eyes readjusted themselves, and I fluttered my eyelids to escape the previous haze completely.
Still in a daze, I looked around, disoriented, as the world around me became reality; suddenly, I could see the people around me. I could see the dusk sky above me, some clouds floating about lazily. Around the rim of the horizon that was my vision, I saw trees come into focus, tall forest trees that were a deep green, though they appeared dimmer because of the darkening sky.
I was lying sort of strangely, with my legs curled up close to myself, lying against the ground with my feet out to the right. My back was twisted so that my face was skyward, probably because someone had tried to make sure I was okay. My arms were around my torso in a lazy manner, as if I had simply fallen asleep that way.
But…what had really happened? I couldn't remember a thing: my name, why I was here, where 'here' was…the questions just piled up more and more in my mind.
I blinked again, and as the figures of the people around me came into focus, I found the face for the voice that had willed me to awaken from the strange state I'd been in.
"Well, hello there. You gave us quite a scare, there." The male said softly, and I locked my gaze on his face, taking it and matching it to his voice.
His eyes were a stunning emerald, the shine of jewels reflecting in them. They had so much life in them, and that was what made them truly beautiful. His hair was the deepest of blacks, glimmering even in the dim light with a shine that left me stunned. His skin was a light tan, as if he spent time outside, yet did not bask in the sunlight like some did. He had a wiry-built, almost slim figure, somewhat muscular but not completely bulked up.
I didn't answer him. I sat there, befuddled at my lack of memory and my sudden awakening. My only truth was that he was one of the ones who were there, and they all seemed ready to help me.
Amongst the others was a woman of a somewhat stout build, and I assumed that she was the one who had been the female voice. She had dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes, though they were all in varying shades of darkness, her hair being the darkest of the three.
There were half a dozen other people there, but I didn't bother to identify them. They all scurried around as if they were ants who'd just had their marching line broken, scampering around in a crazed and unorganized manner. I vaguely grasped the idea that they were worried and stressed about me.
I brought my attention back to the boy with the green eyes and black hair, feeling dizzy and confused.
"My name is Cameron." He stated plainly, a weak but apprehensive smile on his face. He was trying to encourage me, coax me into security. "What is yours?"
I had no time to answer, because when I opened my mouth to speak, my world went black all over again.
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I hear a sound, and it is the sound of bones cracking and shifting. My muscles are on fire, and the very fibers of my being seem to be warping and changing. My very DNA, the proteins that held everything together, seemed to be burning in a never ending furnace. My body jerked and twisted in ways I never thought possible, my mouth opening to scream only to be silent.
My spine snapped and shifted. I felt other bones conforming to a different shape, an entirely new skeleton. My blood pumped through my veins intensely, and I felt like I was going to explode from all of the pressure. I wanted to scream, the pain was too much, I wanted to die. I wanted to die and have the pain disappear, I wanted to die and escape this burning inside of me.
"Just hold on a little longer," said a foreign voice. It was not speaking in English.
I wanted to open my eyes, to see who—or what—was speaking. The scorching fire kept my muscles pinned under its intensity.
"The initial pain is great in strength, but push through it and you will see life in other eyes."
Almost instantly, the pain began to subside. I opened my eyes, which suddenly felt like such a foreign thing, and saw the silhouette of a large creature before it disappeared, and I awoke once more…
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"For the love of Arceus, would you look at that…"
I hear the boy's voice again. What did he say his name was? Cameron? I opened my eyes, to find the world almost completely the same as when I had first blacked out. I lift my head up, and find it a harder task than I thought it would be. My head is throbbing, and it feels heavy like a brick.
Something is different, though. I feel much smaller than before, and my limbs feel unusual and awkward. My insides feel all mismatched, as if I had been molded into another body.
And another thing. I can hear everything.
Somewhere far away, a water droplet has fallen into a lake. In the forest, a winged creature flutters about, and I hear its wing-beats. The wind is whipping around, creating airy tunes in its wake. I hear all of the commotion coming from the people that have now stopped in their flurry, and it seems like they are all staring at one thing. Me.
"What?" I ask, finding my vision coming into focus. I look around at the people, but they only stare back, as if in awe. Astonishment.
"What?" I repeat, perplexed. I turn to Cameron, who has the same shocked look on his face as all of the others. I watch as he cautiously reaches out towards me, as if he is trying to make sure I am completely there and not just an illusion.
He touches black fur, and I follow his gaze and gape in realization of what they are all gawking at.
It is my fur. I have black fur.
I am mostly covered in short and sleek black fur, dark as the night itself, as if Arceus himself had painted the night and my fur with the same color. On my shoulders and flanks were golden circles of fur that seemed to glow faintly in this dim lighting of the sky called dusk. I found myself to have a tail, black furred with a glowing gold circle around it. There was a glowing above my eyes, and I ventured to guess that I also had a circle on my head, possibly my ears. And my ears, they were so long. My legs, my torso, they looked so animal-like, similar to a fox or a feline.
I wasn't human. What was I?
"What happened to me?" I start to hyperventilate, panicking. I push myself up onto my front legs, and try to stand. I manage to do something similar to standing, my wobbly stance making me look like a baby deer trying to walk on ice.
"How in the world…?" someone says. I ignore them, and shoot a panicked glance towards Cameron. He just keeps gawking at me.
"She…she transformed." Cameron murmured, as if he was trying to convince himself. Truth be told, I was also in need of convincing. I didn't even know what was going on!
His next words came out like a breath, and I vaguely wondered if he is going to pass out.
"She's an…an…an…"
Someone passes out before he can finish his sentence. No one bothers to help them.
"Umbreon."
A/N: Okay, so even though I am a newbie to FanFiction, I am aware of the fact that Eevee evolutions are very, very common in fan-stories. However, I happen to like Umbreon, and I am trying to make this story as unique as possible using the plot and characters. Don't give up on me just yet, readers! ;D
Also, be somewhat merciful towards this story, if you please ^-^". This is my first attempt at writing a fan-story, so it may or may not be successful. I've written other stories before, though, on FictionPress, so this isn't my very first time writing a story or anything...I really like Cameron as a character, and his involvement in the main character's life is going to be somewhat interesting...
Um, I forget if there was anything else I was going to say, so I'll just shut up now.
Reviews? I appreciate all and any feedback! :D
Much love to you all,
~Netty-chan214