Me (pokeninja6600): Hi everyone! This is from Eva's POV so it's a little bit lighter than Roma's bit. Uhhh...not really much to say, just that the Eevee statue White gave Roma was a representation of a real Eevee that had been released when that dude shot White. White's spirit was absorbed into the statue and it became real.

Roma: ...I still don't know what to say about that last chapter. This is a first for me. o_0

Me: hahaha yeah...anyways, we don't own pokemon, only Roma, Eve, Eva and the back stories! Read and remember to review!

Eva's POV

I shivered and pulled my jacket tighter around me, walking quickly as the wind whipped at my face. Unova was cold. I had been warned of this when I left but I never had imagined this type of cold.

I squinted at the sign on a building, praying it was a Pokémon center but once again, it was just some random business. I sighed and continued walking.

Another blast of wind hit me and my hair whipped around, stinging my face. I shook the black locks out of my eyes. Man Unova was cold; I thought Kanto was as cold as it got, but I was clearly mistaken.

I smiled to myself, remembering Kanto, my home; the place I had left only a few days ago. Was it only a few days ago? It felt like I had been gone for an eternity.

My hand found its way to my pocket and I touched the note tucked safely away. It was a note from my grandmother; she had written down her phone number and told me to call her if I ever needed anything.

I smiled lightly. My grandmother, Agatha, was my idol. She was not only an elite four member in Kanto, but she had raised me since I was born. She was the strongest woman I knew, and I looked up to her.

I again stopped and squinted at the sign on a building; just another high class store. I sighed, Castelia City was larger than I had ever imagined it being, and every store I passed by was much to upscale for my tastes.

I once again trudged forward. Just then a loud sound hit my senses. I froze, my eyes flicking back and forth and my hand instinctively made its way to my poke-balls. It turned out just to be a man noisily dragging a garbage can to the curb.

I sighed; I had grown more and more paranoid by the day in Unova. I figured this was because of all the warnings my grandmother had given me about the region.

"Now, Unova isn't like Kanto sweetheart, everything is different there" she had told me with a stern look.

Of course I knew Unova was different, that was why I had come here. My ultimate goal was to become an elite four member just like Agatha. However my Pokémon type choice differed from hers.

She had a love for ghost types while I, myself preferred dark types. She had told me I was insane but I had just laughed.

"Why do you want to go to Unova anyway?" she had asked me.

I had shrugged my shoulders, "I guess all of the great trainers are in Unova. And you know how much I admire Grimsley" I had added, smiling.

Of course I knew we had amazing trainers in Kanto; Red and Blue for example, but I believed the real talent was in Unova.

Agatha had shaken her head and said (I quote), "What you are doing is admirable dear...but stupid"

I chuckled to myself. My grandmother always had a way of giving backhanded compliments, so they didn't tend to bother me much anymore.
I knew traveling to a completely different region all by myself was stupid, but maybe that's what made it so exciting.

'Eva, you just need to ask for some stupid directions'I thought to myself, trying to push down my pride.

I had been wandering around Castelia City in the dark for the past hour and I still hadn't found the Pokémon center.

I turned the corner and promised myself that I would ask the next person I saw for some directions. I heard another sound and my hand once again shot to my poke-balls.

'Calm down you idiot'I thought to myself as it once again was a harmless person doing a daily task.

I felt a tad on edge. I had left almost all of my Pokémon in Kanto and I felt almost naked with only two. Agatha had yelled at me for only choosing to take two but I had told her that travel was shocking for larger Pokémon, and most of mine were quite huge.

I once again shivered as a burst of cold wind hit my face, tucking my nose into the collar of my jacket.

I squinted and up ahead saw a large fountain. I wondered why it hadn't frozen over in this cold weather but my attention landed on a figure sitting near the fountain.

'Oh good, someone I can ask for directions'I said, again shivering but the thought of finding a warm bed spurring me to walk faster.

As I neared the figure I realized it was a girl, sitting crisscross on the ground.

"Um excuse me" I said, hesitancy in my voice.

She jumped and her head whipped back to look at me. I looked her over closely. She looked to be about my age and just a tad shorter than me. She had long silver hair that was tucked behind her ears.

She looked different than anyone I had ever seen but I figured maybe people in other regions just looked that way.

My eyes quickly skipped over to a creature sitting in front of her. It was an Eevee, no mistake there; I had grown up with tons of Eevees. However this one looked different. I leaned forward slightly and realized the coloring was off. The Eevee was gold, and its fur was shinier than any I had ever seen. I thought for a moment.

'No, that's not what a shiny Eevee looks like. This one is simply unique'I thought to myself.

"Um, can I help you?" the girl asked, sounding confused.

I realized I had been standing there, staring at her Pokémon for a good minute or two and hadn't actually addressed the girl.

"Oh yes, sorry. Um, can I ask you for directions to the nearest Pokémon center?" I asked.

She slightly smiled, "Sure. My name is Roma by the way." she said, holding out her hand.

I gave her a smile back as well and shook her hand, "Thanks, my name is Eva"

Roma: *face-palm* She couldn't find her way to a Poke center...

Me: *takes rolled up newspaper and smacks Roma* Shush! You've lived there all your life and had been on the road for years. Cut her some slack.

Roma: *rubbing the back of her head* Bi***. Anyways, review so Ninja will stop smacking me.

Me: Oh, Jazzy, if you're reading this, Roma is kinda modeled after you, too.