The Fire Within, version II.
Well, this is a redone version of my old fanfic which you can find here: .com/art/The-Fire-within-69431891. WARNING: SPOILERS! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT THE ENDING REVEALED.
It's probably a result from my current Warriors obsession. This is a new genre that I have named Eon fics, since all such stories involve eons that live in the wild, usually in groups. Have a go at it, if you can!
It was originally a one-shot, but I'm adding much more detail in it so it will probably be a three- or four-shot. It's primarily romance, Frostfearshipping in fact. This shipping is my name for a relationship between a Glaceon and a Ghost Eeveelution; which, in my case is a Requeon. Find out about Requeon and my Eeveelution project here: .com/eeveelutionproject/
There will be more shippings later on, but I can't say anything more without giving things away.
Chapter 1 – Newcomer.
Far north the deep, green forest where the Forest Clans dwell peacefully under the ever watchful eye of their leaders, there is a cold, bleak land of ice. No plants dare to straggle through the frozen ground, save a few strong pines, their branches covered in a light powder of snow. Following lead of the plants, the only animals that dwelled there were one that could withstand the bitter cold of the vast tundra. These were the creatures whose typing usually involved the Ice element in some way, or that had an affiliation with the element rather than having it in their typing.
Since this was still part of Eon Island, Glaceons and a few hardy Vaporeons dwelled in this stark, snowy area. Glaceons, living either alone, in pairs or in small groups, dwelled in ice caves. They fed on the various smaller wildlife, such as Snover, Delibird and occasionally Sneasel. These eons were well aware of the Forest Clans; they saw their members pass by on some unknown quest every now and again. But this was another world. A cold, bleak, harsh world full of nothing but ice and frigidity. A world where anything could go wrong…
I sat alone, away from the others.
I preferred not to be around them. They seemed like immature fools who cannot take care of themselves, at least, from my perspective. Why would anyone want to live with others when you can take perfectly good care of yourself alone?
Then again, Glaceon are not known for their social abilities or charisma. I, of course, am no exception, having originated in the frozen wastelands of the north.
But here I was, smack bang in the middle of a pack, Tuju. I hadn't wanted it this way, no doubt about that. But it seems fate has a funny way of deciding things.
The little Eevee frolicked playfully though the snow, frigid winds ruffling her mane, ice crunching underpaw. She was free!
The Eevee was certainly aware that her parents were chasing after her. Their screams of panic were distorted heavily by the wind, but she could still hear them calling out her name over and over. She didn't care. Too long had she been kept in the awful frosty cave; she wanted to explore and find something exciting.
Indeed she did, but it was not what she was expecting
I can't complain though. Some of my packmates are tolerable. For instance, I like Stonehenge, the Quartzeon. He was a playful guy, a little rowdy, but at least he knew when to leave me alone.
But I couldn't help wondering, why did Mew send me here? Did she think she was being funny or something?
I pondered this and other oddities while I sat in my favourite spot, in the lee of a rock. This protected my from the sun's harsh rays; as a creature of ice, I'm not partial to warmth. Nobody came near this rock; they knew it was mine. The other Glaceon, Icesoul, was left to find his own shelter. Probably off with Terraforma, his Siliceon buddy. Icesoul is slightly more social than the average Glaceon.
He, however, was the least of my concern.
She had tripped over something lying within the snow. After shaking the ice from her face and mane, she averted her icy blue gaze to the huge lump of puffy snow clustered around the object. She frowned in confusion, and attempted to shake some clinging snow from the soft, plush, creamy-coloured mane. Narrowing her eyes against the howling wind that was now blowing against her, she pumped her stocky limbs in order to carry herself up the hill. The sky was a dark midnight blue, but enough light shone through for her to see the slither of sapphire coloured crystal shimmering beneath the snow.
Her heart pounded. This was the kind of thing she had been looking for!
Right now, I was only concerned with getting my nap. I spread out in the shade, feeling the ice in my fur cool my skin as it seeped through my thick aqua pelt, and let my eyes flutter closed. Darkness began to creep up on me.
Barely able to contain her excitement, she reached forward with a tin, shivering paw to brush away the snow. Her large eyes widened as more and more shining blue stone was revealed, shining dimly under the small amount of light that shone from the weak sun. Her lips pulled back in an excited grin. A pretty stone, and she had found it all herself! She could see her parents in her peripheral vision, sprinting up the hill towards her. That was good. They could help her lug the stone back to their den. When she met their eyes to tell her what she had found, they were clouded with panic. Their jaws hung open, gasping in the frigid air. "No," cried her mother, shrill voice distorted by the wind. "Faerie, stop!" The Eevee frowned, and looked back at her stone. It was so… beautiful. She wanted to… touch it. She was positive it would be nice and cool like the snow beneath her paws. Slowly, she lowered her paw towards the shimmering surface.
"Faerie! No!"
The little mammal jerked her head towards her father, who was now halfway up the hill. But it was too late to follow his instruction. Her paw touched the stone, and she screamed as the extreme coldness burst through her. The icy energy raced through her veins, making every iota of her being scream with pain. She howled as her destroyed body was ripped away from her soul, and replaced with a new, cold, powerful one.
Her parents could but watch in awe as this happened. She was too young for this, oh so young. But here she was- their little Faerie. Staring down the hill at them with eyes like narrow chips of ice. The wind ruffled her thick teal fur, and ruffled the long tassels of fur that fell from the sides of her face. Now she looked just like them, only smaller.
Then, she stumbled down the hill, panting heavily and puffing out clouds of steam. "Burning…" she moaned. "I was… burning."
The parents looked at each other, knowing their daughter was safe and stronger than ever. A smile passed over the female's face, and was soon reflected in the father's.
Her whisper was tiny, almost too silent to be heard over the roaring winds. But her mate heard, and acknowledged her with a small jerk of his head.
"Coldfire."
"Coldfire!"
His voice jerked me from my peaceful slumber. That annoying, beloved voice. I didn't know wether to smile or hiss with anger as I saw his gangly brown form soar over my rock. I rose to my feet, biting back my annoyance and instead dipping my head in respect.
The Quartzeon stepped forward and smiled at me, russet eyes shining. I didn't know how he could move so easily with a mane and tail of jagged hairs that he could turn into crystals at will. He was somewhat lanky for one of his kind, but I knew that strength lay in those wiry limbs. They'd named him after his incredible defence and endurance, for like a Stonehenge, he could last forever. I had seen him crunch rocks with those crystal fangs…
But nevertheless, Stonehenge was a light-hearted guy. Maybe he should have been a Soareon… but that decision was up to him. I'm all for evolution freedom, not having had a choice myself.
"Sorry to bother you," he begun in his soft, friendly voice. "I just thought you might appreciate knowing that a new Eevee has arrived. He's like, old and stuff." The rock eon scratched himself behind the ear with his back paw, distracted and jumpy as ever.
But I was interested. I felt my eyes widen as I questioned him further. "What's he doing here?"
Stonehenge shrugged his shoulders. "He asked Brightmind to join the pack. He seemed pretty eager, too."
I looked skyward thoughtfully. "Hmm, now this is interesting. I'm going to suss it out."
Stonehenge grinned excitedly and hopped onto my rock. "I hoped you would say that," He trilled, before disappearing over the boulder.
I was left to speed after him.
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The main den was filled, as I had dreaded. Squealing Eevee everywhere. Lovers side by side. It made me want to vomit in my mouth. How could they be so foolish to trust another?
I tried my best to shut my awareness of them off as I settled beside Stonehenge, who wagged his scruffy tail excitedly. Peering between the ears of an eon, I could see the large, elegant form of our leader, Brightmind the Noveon, scowling at us with his rainbow-hued eyes. Mostly, he's an irritable old grump, prone to sudden moments of wisdom. Besides him sat a very handsome Eevee, elongated and mature looking. His ruff looked small on his tall, slender body, his lithe muzzle having lost all the babyish roundness of any pack born Eevee. I could smell that he had come of age, which never happens to any Eevee in a pack. For this reason, many eons stared curiously at him, their almond shaped eyes blazing with curiosity.
When I looked at him, curiosity welled within me. Who was this newcomer, and how did he survive so long without evolving?
Stonehenge seemed as intrigued as I was. His deep brown eyes glowing with interest, he whispered in my ear gently. "How is that possible? Wouldn't a predator have killed him?" His voice crackled with excitement.
I shrugged, and looked down the newcomer again. Beneath his thick brown pelt, I could see powerful muscles sliding about, as he turned his neck to look at the den with mildly amused grey eyes. For a moment his gaze lay on me, and I didn't miss his long ears flicking back slightly. If I had been acting myself, I would have glared at him threateningly. But for some reason, I flicked my gaze away and instead looked at one of Stonehenge's big brown paws.
What are you doing? My conscience hissed. My muscles clenched involuntarily in embarrassment. This was not good.
I was lucky for two reasons, one because Stonehenge was too interested in the newcomer to pay attention to me, and two because Brightmind rescued me by speaking up in his gruff, proud voice.
"Members of Tuju." He rasped, raking his shimmering gaze over us all. "Today we welcome Oberon, a roaming Eevee who has told me he wishes to join this clan." He turned his powerful gaze to the Eevee, who surprisingly didn't flinch. "But, it is pack law that all Eevees must be evolved by the time they are six moons old, which Oberon obviously is." The Eevee nodded in agreement, looking rather excited.
"So before he can be officially accepted into the clan, he must evolve."
On that note, Brightmind waved his long, bushy silver tail, and a cluster of eons moved forwards. I soon realised that there was one of each type, carrying a stone in their mouths. Oberon's stormy hued eyes widened visibly as the eons arranged the stones in front of him in a semicircle and sat beside the stone of their element. The dim light made each of them sparkle a different hue.
"Chose a stone, and place your paw on it," Commanded Brightmind. "I'm sorry you didn't get longer to make up your mind, but this can't be helped."
Oberon shook his head. "Don't worry. I've though about this for a long time, and I've made my decision." He trotted up to a stone, but before I could see what it was, the eon in front of me, a large Flareon, stood up to get a better view.
Rage seethed inside of me. It was this sort of behaviour that put me off other beings. "Sit down, will you?" I hissed, narrowing my eyes. The Flareon turned around to look at me; it was Pyropelt. I could tell by the light hue of his mane and tail. "I'd like to see as well." He seemed shocked that I; a Glaceon, had the nerve to speak to a Flareon like that, but twitched his ear and obliged.
"Thanks," I growled harshly. Stonehenge shot me a disapproving glance; he always disagreed with my harsh way of dealing with others besides him.
On that note; the Eevee began to glow. He had touched a dark crystal with a creepily ghostly glow and was beginning to evolve. I felt sorry for the guy; my experience of evolution was painful. My parents told me I screamed loud enough for the whole island to hear. But if this Eevee had felt pain, nobody heard about it.
Soon enough, the glow faded. Most eons gasped, and Pyropelt leapt to his feet again, blocking my view once more.
"Oh, for Mew's sake." Even Stonehenge was annoyed now, and he got to his feet impatiently. I followed suit, but I still couldn't see over Pyropelt's big stupid ear. I turned to my Quartzeon friend grumpily. He had an admiring grin plastered on his face.
"That's awesome!" he gasped. "What?" I snapped in return. "I can't see because someone's ear is in the way." I hissed, glaring at the back of Pyropelt's head. He didn't hear me, but flattened his ears in excitement anyway.
And then I saw that Stonehenge was right.
The plain, boring brown Eevee was gone. In his place was a deep navy eon, so dark it almost appeared black. Its body was sleek and muscular. Instead of the gentle grey eyes that Oberon had possessed, it had bright, blood red orbs slashed with a dark slit of a pupil. The body the eon was slightly opaque, and blazed with haunting black fire. He had done this on purpose, to show off his new skills.
Brightmind seemed impressed. "Very good," he mused, nodding slowly. "Now, before you can be fully accepted into the pack, you must pick a name. Then you may be fully accepted into the pack."
Hey, he gets to pick his own name? Now that isn't fair. My parents picked mine out, and it's a weird one.
But the ghostly eon laughed and looked down at his new, powerful body. "Easy," he scoffed.
Then he raised his head to look us all down. "I am new to pack life, having travelled alone my whole life. I hope you will show me respect and understanding, which I will show you in turn," The Requeon then jumped off the small raised area that he and Brightmind had been standing on. The crowed gasped and jumped back. I rolled my eyes at the performance.
"I am Blackflame."
"Blackflame," repeated our leader, his multi-hued eyes shining with excitement. "Welcome to Tuju."
Well, hope you liked it so far! Most of the things in italics happened in the past, if you were wondering. C&C!