Perspective of Umbreon
Night time. The best part of the twenty four hours we have each day. Except for when my golden rings glow when moonlight hits them. I have rings on my legs, arms, forehead, and my night black hair. I hate getting stuck in the city during a visible moon turn. I hid in the alleyway. The buildings that stood about fifty feet tall, were lined up side to side. I looked up to the moon but something else caught my eyes. It was a girl bouncing across the roofs of the lined-up buildings. She was obviously running from something. She changed her direction and was running towards the edge of the building, my direction. She was going to fall! She jumped off and I ran out to catch her. When she landed in my arms she looked into my golden eyes. She was pretty. Her shirt and shorts were light pink, her boots were brown and knee high, and she had a hot pink gem on her head. Her eyes sparkled purple and her hair was long and pink. When I say long, I mean long! It touched her thigh. I saw a strange yellow glowing from the corner of my eye and I saw the girl's reaction. She was surprised. It was my glow. I ran off and I hid back in the alley way. My glow turned off. She walked towards me. I backed away. She saw my abnormality. She was going to call me a freak!
"Hello. Eon of the Moon." She said. "I am Espeon. Eon of the Sun."
"Umbreon. And I ain't no Eon thing." I tried to walk away. She grabbed my arm.
"Wait. If your marks glow that means you're an Eon. You have to see my dad! I was sent here to find the strange occurrences that went on tonight. This was it."
"What's an Eon?"
"We are a group of elite protectors of the World of Man and the World of Magi. The World of Magi is were Eons are born. We are blessed with the powers of nature. In the World of Magi, there are many different creatures that live in peace. But some creatures don't want peace. They think that the Magi should control both worlds. That's where we come in. We fight the evil and keep the world in balance. Every time an Eon dies, their power goes to find an unborn child to settle in. That power makes the child an Eon. It is a high honor to be an Eon. All of the other Eons are my sisters. Flareon is the oldest and the Eon of Fire, Vaporeon is the second oldest and the Eon of Water. I'm the third oldest and the Eon of the Sun, Espeon is me, Jolteon is the fourth oldest and the Eon of Lightning, Leafeon is the fifth oldest and the Eon of Earth, and twins with Sylveon, the Eon of Imagination. Wow. I usually don't talk that much." She took a deep breath.
"You have six sisters?" I asked with disbelief.
"No. I have seven. Eevee isn't an Eon. She did not inherit those powers." Espeon looked down.
"Wow. Seven."
"Eevee actually is insane. Not joking. Literally mad."
"Okay. Do you need to go home?"
"I'm supposed to take you with me if you are and Eon."
She was beautiful so I couldn't say no. "Of course."