"Wait!" Crystal stumbled towards the saddening Zoroark. She climbed over her neighbor's fence. "Please, wait!" she cried, running to the legendary. When she reached it, she gasped for breath.
Then she saw it.
A color-changing gate. "If I had a choice," the Zoroark whispered, "you wouldn't have to do this. But it's the only way to defeat the shadow contagion..." It stepped aside. The gate opened. "Go in," Zoroark urged.
Then it disappeared. A deep black shard surrounded by a black mist attached to a thin piece of string was in its place. Crystal picked up the necklace by its string and put it on. A chill ran down her spine, and she shuddered.
Then she stepped into the open gate.
Her vision went white as she heard the gate close. She fell face first on the grass, near a tree and several Pokemon. There was a machine next to her face. She seemed shorter. Much shorter.
Then it hit her.
"Why am I an Espeon?"
All this happened two years ago. Now Crystal is almost 16 years old and has returned to the Pokemon universe- called the Councilverse- as an Espeon multiple times. She has matured and become the sort of person you would definitely want as a friend.
Now, on her birthday, she is being summoned again. But this time, not to be an Espeon.
This time, to be a warrior of FlameClan.
