Disclaimer: ..I'm not doing another disclaimer throughout this whole story. So here it is: I do not own pokemon, so don't sue me. Any characters I get are copyright their owners.
INTRODUCTION
My life up until I evolved is a bit of a blur. It's sort of like...I dunno, like it was a dream. I can recall my family (my bullying brother stands out particularly well), my evolution ceremony, how the humans disrupted it, and being found by Ebony sometime later. My memories get clearer after my first meeting with her. We looted, we plundered, and generally did not-so-good deeds. But we had to survive, didn't we? I, under Ebony's influence, became a bit of a scavenger. Anything I could get, I would eat. Pidgeys, rattatas, it was all fair game. But I never killed. I don't like killing, even though I'm a predator. I enjoy stealing meat, or perhaps feasting on a dead creature, but I don't kill. Neither does Ebony, if she can help it.
I remember when I would practice my hunting, only to fail miserably. And somehow, my brother was always around to watch me make a fool out of myself when I landed face-first in the dirt. "Hunting skills? Ha! Save that for the comedy act, little brother." I can remember him saying that, even when I forget so much else. I have, and perhaps always will have, low self-confidence at hunting, which is, I suppose, another reason I prefer to scavenge. I doubt I would've turned out this way if my brother did not act the way he did.
But that is in the past. Is it wise to dwell on the things of days gone by? I don't know. When you think about these types of things, your bad memories often come to the surface of your mind more than the good ones. Still, every negative thing that happens to you must leave something positive behind. I no longer succumb to taunts such as those I was faced with when I was young, and every time I do something wrong; I learn how to correct myself.
My life is no more important than the life of a furret, or even a weedle. After all, everyone has a story.
Shade the Umbreon
I was different from the beginning. You could tell just by looking at me. Pitch black, all over. Except for my eyes. My eyes were an eerie, dark purple color. My eyes were a sign of my heritage. I was psychic. As far back as you could trace all my mother's family had been umbreons, including her. Perhaps ever farther back was a line of espeons that my father was a part of. As you can tell, my father and mother fell in love and had me. But the blood that ran through them was so pure that when they had me, I got my mother's umbreon fur and my father's psychic abilities. I got no golden rings, as an espeon's pelt has no markings, and there was no red jewel on my forehead, as umbreons have no such things.
My parents died when I was young. They were sick, very sick, and no one could hope to keep them much longer. It wasn't genetic, though. They had drunken water, poisonous water, and died along with many others in the area. Oh, I wept many a night after their deaths. I am still saddened by it to this very day, but I have other things to think about.
I left the forest in which we lived, and traveled south, until I came upon a place called Goldenrod City. The structures that the humans built were large and intimidating. It was full of sound, people talking, the horns of cars honking, music being played too loudly for the taste of the elderly. I didn't want to stay here long, at first, but there were so many ups to living here. My parents had not taught me how to hunt, so it would be hard for me to survive in a wild area. Here, however, people threw out food, which, in my opinion, was still good enough to eat. It was also near the Ilex forest, so I could go down there and search for things that had already died. It was the perfect plan.
That was the way I survived, living in cardboard boxes and stealing food. Let us not forget my psychic powers, which made everything easier. And so, that's what it was like for a long while. I developed a bit of an accent, as do most pokemon who grow up in this atmosphere.
Then I found Shade. Mind you, he was pretty shocked when I first met him. I suppose that had to do with being levitated in the air. Anyway, after the initial shock of being confronted by a psychic eevee, he turned out to be a pretty nice guy, if not a bit naïve. He became my friend, and together we were a dangerous duo. Even some of my habits have rubbed off on him.
Evolution was a real surprise. Just when you think life can't get any crazier, it does. Shade and I are proof of that.
Ebony the Umbreon