Hi ya'll! This is my first venture into the pokemon fandom (I sit here in shamed embarrassment at my computer, hoping no one will walk in on me and see what I'm doing) so NO FLAMES! If you don't have anything positive to say, don't say anything at all.

Though, helpful criticism is welcome.

This is just a story that has been brewing in my head for a while. I probably won't write out the whole back story, but I just had to put pen to paper (Curser to Word Pad?) and tell the story of my adored Espeon and her origins.

Will probably be a 2-3 parter. NO REVIEWS NO STORY!!!

…..well, here you go.

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Until the End of Time

Jenna needed me.

Ever since the day she had found me, a girl with a soul as bright and pure as a star in a moonless sky, she had protected me and cared for me. She loved me when no one else would. She gave me a home when everyone else turned me away.

I used to be a scared, skittish little thing, hiding myself in any conveniently Eevee sized place when something startled me.

When the trainer sent his Growlithe after me, trying to capture me, I could only cringe in terror as a blazing jet of flame shot from the raging monster's mouth. But Jenna, my beloved friend and master, had seen how the awful thing came after me, and she protected me from the flickering tongues of flame, shielding me with her body. Her own exposed back took the blow, causing her to cry out in agony, but still she protected me, convincing the boy to call off his pokemon.

Though I was scared of her when she took me to her home that night, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt seeing the blackened marks that blistered across her shoulders. But when she tried to reach out for me, smiling warmly, I remembered what the other human had done and scuttled under her bed, just out of reach.

It took Jenna two whole days to coax me out.

Little by little as I stayed with her family on their pokemon farm I began to trust again. Everyday she would take me out with her to feed the others, talking to them and crooning over them even though she couldn't understand their responses to her questions.

All the while I hid in the sheltering shadow of her willowy leg.

Oh Jenna! You can't imagine how priceless the gift of your love is to me! I had been cold and alone, but now I was warm and safe in your arms. I had never believed that devotion could run so deep until you were my friend.

I have learned what you have taught me, Jenna. You showed me the archaic knowledge of the heart and soul, giving it freely and passionately. You found me and brought me back to life.

Do you know how loyal I am to you? Do you know how much I care for you in return?

It has always been you protecting me. But now I will return the favor. I am strong now and I can defend you.

Nothing will ever hurt you again. You are my friend. You are my trainer. You are my master. To you I am forever bound.

I see them now, the ones who hurt you. They caused you pain, they caused you distress. They burned down your home and mine, killing your parents and rounding up those pokemon who had become my friends. The crimson "R" emblazoned on their chests were red with blood.

And now they were after you as well. For me.

I saw the hulking Machamp towering over you, preparing to deliver the final blow, and thought that I was going to be too late. I could not make my paws fly over the ground any faster, but its gargantuan fist was still coming down towards your head.

Ever brave, even to the last, you did not scream. I saw your mouth fall open in a wordless plea, your eyes glassy and overbright, and I knew that I would not be too late.

I couldn't let you be hurt. It was unacceptable.

The sun was just peaking over the horizon, its watery rays spreading out like trailing fingers over the pink and orange clouds. The light shown through my soul like a ray of hope.

Then suddenly, time stopped.

I could feel an eternity yawn between each heart beat as I sought the power locked deep within my tiny body. I was not powerful enough to stop them from killing my master, not yet, not in such a weak form.

The mammoth gray fist came down in a lethal arc, inches from its target, and I felt unbridled strength rise up in me like water rushing into a well.

And just as the sunshine rounded the crest of the hill, glinting off my brown fur, my body exploded into light.