Garentina lead me through a large portal, mirroring the scene behind me. Cu,shaking his head to the stars. Chi, pawing the dust. Haruhi, apparently staying with the group. And Frostbite. Frostbite, who makes butterflies in my stomach dance. Frostbite, who was staring at me as if I just stabbed him. I could have honestly stabbed myself.
I stepped through the portal, but Frostbite's gaze still lingered. I shook my head as we shifted into the Dark world. Raising my gaze from the barren floor, I saw Eevee evolutions everywhere.
"This is the Eevee Palace." Garentina explained. "Jet! Chrystal! Flora! You three will be attending to your Queen's every wish!" Almost instantly, a Vaporeon, Eevee, and Espeon ran up.
"Yes, your majesty!" They called in unison. I looked them over. Jet, the Vaporeon, was slim and fit. Flora, the Espeon, was more normal weighted, and seemed quite cheery compared to her companions. Lastly, the Eevee Chrystal, was unusually bright. Her pelt glistened without light, and rounded into a poof at the tail.
Jet bowed. "Welcome. We will serve you during your stay." He watched Garentina leave. "Now that the jerk is gone, would you want to see the garden? You are a Leafeon."
"Yes, please. He is a jerk, isn't he?" I responded.
"Indeed. C'mon! To the garden!" Flora bounced.
"Oh! Yes, by the way, I'm Ivy" I remembered. "Nice to meet you folks." Since when do Pokèmon forget their introductions? Oh, yeah. Since they get kidnapped by evil pokemon who want to destroy stars for fun. WHY am I here?!
Jet lead us outside and into a bright, plant-filled garden. He instantly used water gun, pointing his face upwards. "Why did you do that?" I asked.
"To water the plants." His response was directly spoken as the water bellowed downward. We went on.
As I was passing through a bed of lavender, I stumbled upon a Pokèmon I had never seen before. "...The hell are you?" I asked as nicely as possible.
"Ninfia. I am from the newest region. I am the newest Eeveelution." The Ninfia was a mix of all eeveelutions I had ever seen.
"What type are you?" I asked.
"Fairy." Smiling, she responded, continuing to weed the lavender.