Chapter 1.
Glaceon sat quietly in a corner of the living room of her family's home, eyes half closed. The corner was pleasantly cool. Her pale blue, long hair sprayed out around her in a radial fashion. Her brother, Vaporeon, was apparently napping in a chair; her other brother, Umbreon, was reading a manga volume on the couch. The scene was quiet and peaceful. Her five other siblings were elsewhere, not engaged in some argument for once. She savoured the silence while it lasted.
Glaceon's eyes snapped fully open when the youngest, Sylveon, swept into the room. Her blonde hair and multicolored bows were always perfectly aligned, and her dress was as frilly as ever. She only looked to be about nine years of age. Sylveon's bright blue eyes immediately rested on Umbreon. He was her polar opposite, wearing baggy black clothing with golden accents. His mop of dark, listless hair hung almost completely over his red-amber eyes. He pretended to take no notice of her.
"You're reading again?" Sylveon asked, with an unnatural harsh tone to her young airy voice. Glaceon watched silently, feeling the atmosphere grow tense incredibly quickly.
Umbreon looked up from his novel, casting a bored yet irritated glance at his sister. "Yeah. Why?" he mumbled sullenly.
The fairy-type girl put her hands on her hips. "It's all you ever do," she answered spitefully.
"Is that bothering you?" Umbreon retorted, sharpening his glare.
Flareon, just passing by as she walked through the room, heard the exchange. "Don't worry about him, Sylvie," she said cheerfully, trying to ease the tension. "He's just a loner." Then she started walking, and she was gone again.
Sylveon put her nose in the air, glancing at the older female sibling's back as she walked away. "Well I think he needs to get some friends." With that she exited the living room the way she came. Umbreon lowered his gaze back into the pages of his manga.
Glaceon, the silent observer, sighed. Sylveon always got away with such social infractions, being excessively rude to almost everyone; dealing with her attitude was often tiring. "She's so arrogant…" Glaceon muttered, reflecting on how their lives had changed since Sylveon's birth.
Vaporeon, the oldest, mumbled, "Agreed…"
Umbreon stood, closing his book with a sigh.
"Don't mind her," said a relaxed voice from behind the couch. "She can say what she wants." Glaceon recognized the sound of her twin brother leafeon, a close friend of Umbreon's.
Umbreon said tensely, "She gets on my nerves sometimes…" Meaning most of the time, by Glaceon's observations. "Someone needs to knock her down a notch…" With that the brooding Umbreon took his seat again.
Leafeon climbed over the back of the couch to sit beside his friend. "I know. She thinks she's so high and mighty just because she can take down dragon types without a problem."
"Someday I'll make her see what she's like… Make her shut up… Then she'll think twice about being so arrogant…" Umbreon said darkly. Glaceon started to worry. When Umbree was angry, who knew what would happen.
Leafeon, to her dismay, encouraged him. "Just don't hurt her too badly. I would be worried about you too… You're weak to fairy types…"
Umbreon shrugged. "Yeah whatever… I'd send a shadow ball her way in a minute if I wanted to… I could do it when her back is turned…"
"The only problem is that Papa would get mad," Leafeon pointed out.
"I don't care… It would be worth it." Umbreon leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes.
Vaporeon observed the conversation for a while and sat down on the floor beside Glaceon. "Umbree is going to get himself in trouble… Great…" he mumbled to no one in particular.
Glaceon nodded in agreement. She had been trying not to take sides, but the whole problem was getting out of hand. "Right… They all need to chill out…"
Vaporeon turned to look at her, smiling a little. "You could do that."
Realizing the pun she made, Glaceon chuckled and smiled. "Yeah."
After a pause, Leafeon looked at Umbreon again. Just don't get in trouble for it, okay?" he said softly.
Umbreon replied, "I make no promises…" and stood, following Sylveon's exit of the room.
Glaceon sighed. "There he goes…"
Vaporeon watched his brother leave, shaking his head in disdain. "Papa's gonna kill him."
"I have to go stop him, don't I?" Glaceon asked, getting ready to stand up.
"No, you don't," he replied. "Let him get in trouble. It'll be his fault." Then he turned his body to lie down on the floor. "Get ready to cover your ears," he said, doing so himself.
Glaceon sighed and stood up anyway. "I don't care. I don't want to be around when this all blows up. I'm going to go explore the mountains, I've been meaning to do that for a while." Vaporeon nodded, and she took off running out of the house. She didn't wait for the door to swing closed behind her and jogged away, into the wilderness.