Third attempt.
Disclaimer: Pokemon does not belong to me.
He held out a water stone to me with excited eyes, "Look! You can finally evolve! Into a Vaporeon! Isn't that cool!" he cried.
He was so excited.
Unfortunately, I do not have the same sentiments.
I do not want to be a Vaporeon! I want to be an Espeon, just like my lady-who-created-me! I cried, but he could not understand, and mistook it for excitement.
I back away from the stone as a memory resurfaced.
I was still young at that time, a mere 3 months old Eevee.
At that time, my lady-who-created-me had just told me about evolution.
"Evolve? Will I be as graceful as you, as strong as you, as powerful as you when I evolve, lady-who-created-me? Will I be just like you?" I cried out in excitement.
"Perhaps, yet perhaps not. It will depend on what path you choose, my dearest creation." My lady-who-created-me replied with a severe face.
"It is of utmost importance, the choosing of paths. You must choose carefully, my young creation, for once you had chosen, it could never be changed." She continued, "You have of seven different paths. First is of fire, second is of electric, third is of ice, fourth is of water, fifth is of psychic, sixth is of dark, seventh is of grass. Choose one, and your fate is decided."
"What is your path then, lady-who-created-me?" I asked in curiosity, already determined to choose the same path as my lady-who-created-me, for she was the most powerful, the most graceful and the strongest of all.
"Psychic, my creation." She replied my question, smiling in amusement when I put on a determined expression, "I could see that you had already chosen a path."
"Yes! I want to be a psychic just like you!"
Yes! I do want to be a psychic, just like my-lady-who-created-me! I cried out.
That was my only dream, all this years, I had chased after my lady.
Always chasing her.
Always behind her.
Always wanting to be her.
And now, all my efforts shall be wasted just by a single inanimate thing.
It was pathetic.
I was pathetic.
Just then, I realized that the stone was only a few inches away.
I was horrified and afraid of the water stone.
I backed away, slowly at first, but gaining speed. Soon I was running at my full speed, running away as fast as possible from the stone which will shatter my only dream.
All my dreams of being strong.
All my dreams of being graceful.
All my dreams of being powerful.
All my dreams of being just like my lady.
But it was useless, he returned me back into my pokeball, I howled with desperation, with sadness, with anger…
He summoned me once again, and this time, he threw the stone at me before I could start running.
I could feel my body changing, I could feel my power changing, I could feel my dream shattering.
When the changes finally stopped, no longer do I have any dreams.
They were all shattered.
Shattered by the tyrant of human in front of me.
He will pay for it.
I, Etelcia, swear it.
For that is my new goal.
The end.