Hello and welcome to something completely different from my usual work. Quite a hook, huh? Haha. I'll be using these lovely ladies in later pairings, so look out for that, too :3

I'll be describing them later (this is focused on thoughts and feelings), but you can see 'em on my deviantArt page via my profile because Fanfiction hates links.

So! Supreme Distraction and Co. presents…

From the Cruel Moonlight…

I don't remember much… And I don't know much.

I don't know where I am, who I am, or even what I am. Just that I am alone.

I have always been alone, I think. No, that's not true… There are others—seven others. Each of them like me, yet very different.

But I don't think they are alone… Just me.

A word—no, a name—dances at the edge of my memory and I reach out to grasp it, gently because memories are like Spinarak webs—move too much and you break the delicately shining strands.

"Umbreon." It takes me a moment to realize that it is my voice that has spoken, breaking the heavy silence that hangs in the air. I say it again, "Umbreon", and the memory solidifies.

Yes. I am Umbreon.

With the realization comes movement—as though I had been spellbound and the utterance of a secret phrase has set me free. I wiggle mocha coloured fingers, my eyes adjusting to the darkness that presses in all around me.

But far from being oppressed by them, I welcome the shadows.

The knowledge that this was not a standard view flits across my consciousness, a little red flag. But I shake it off, choosing instead to take in my surroundings: I am crouched on something solid and rough,—'pavement,' my memory supplies—surrounded on either side by walls of red-brown stones that have been cut into rectangular chunks.

There are shiny gray cylinders along the wall—trash cans—and the smell that wafts from them up to my sensitive nose is less than pleasant. There are no walls to the front and rear of me and the gaps reveal tall structures in the distance with many glowing eyes.

And I remember again: I am not allowed near these structures—these buildings. Someone I once knew warned me not to.

So why was I here?

A light flickers above me and I flinch, cowering closer to the ground. This glow is weak and pallid compared to the inferno that is the blazing orb that rises high into the air when the sky is blue and the darkness, my only friend, has gone.

Sun, my memory supplies and I frown, desperately trying to grasp at the images it hints at.

I think… I think that I am waiting for the sun.

No, that's not right. I try harder and am rewarded with a clear cut image of a girl like me: pale, with long, lavender hair, long, lavender ears, and a smile that warms me to the core better than even the sun can.

Somehow.

I think I met this girl once, but it feels as though that was a lifetime ago.

I would very much like to see her again, I decide, and rise to my feet, teetering unsteadily for a moment before I gain my bearings.

Now that I have a goal, I feel surer. My memory will return in time, I am certain, and this girl could help.

With it in mind, I start off, away from the glowing lights.

o\o/o

Here, the trees are thick, their branches reaching out for one another as if to ward off the darkness.

There is another light—one that is like the sun, but different.

I believe she is called the moon.

The moment I am bathed in her glow, I feel strong. I feel… Happy.

Less alone.

There is a strange warmth at the center of my forehead, my upper arms, and my thighs and I realize that I too am glowing—golden rings that can be seen even through the dark cloth that cover my body. My… tail? Yes, tail. My tail's ring is gleaming and I wiggle long ears, crinkling my nose in amusement when I find that they are aglow as well.

Why is that funny to me?

My merriment is interrupted by the "Hoo-hoooo!" of a Hoothoot perched on a limb high above me and I am in motion before the desire to capture the creature even registers; I climb the thick trunk easily, claws digging into the rough bark and, just as easily, I lunge to close the gap between myself and my target.

I snap my teeth, swipe my claws, and the Pokémon is dead.

The haze that had descended over my mind clears and I blink, fingertips wet with warm, crimson liquid. I feel it on my face as well, dripping onto my chin, and part of me is horrified. I should not have done that and I know it.

Part of me is also pleased—deeply satisfied with the mindless violence. I wipe my hands on the soft earth, a feeling of dread making my tail bristle and my ears lay flat.

Something is not right. Darkness that was once comforting now whispers to me, tells me to do that—to hunt—again. To kill again.

I clutch at the hood of my hoody, grounding myself with the pinpricks of pain in my scalp.

Espeon, my memory says. The girl… Her name is Espeon.

I have to find Espeon.

-End Chapter-

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