***Umbreon's Dream***
About three years ago, I was an Eevee, ready to be given away as a starter Pokémon. A girl named Rayaka chose me, and she proved to be a great trainer. With me by her side, she soon had six good Pokémon for fighting Brock, the first Kanto Gym Leader.
But she lost the battle, and ran crying from the Gym. I was left at the Pokémon Center, and found out three days later that Rayaka was considered dead, and that her Pokémon would be given away.
A boy named Terry came and asked for Rayaka's Pokémon, and Nurse joy handed him the pokéballs of me, Pikachu, Pidgey, and Rayaka's other Eevee.
A few weeks later, we were attacked by Team Rocket, and they stole the other Eevee, Freeya by given name (not nickname), whom I had always known, as only an Eevee can know, was Flareon-destined. She had once told me I was Umbreon-destined, but I hadn't believed her.
I was very upset, but Terry still trained. A year after Freeya's capture, I evolved into an Umbreon.
Terry got mad at this. He said he didn't want a Dark Pokémon that others would chastise him for, and scorn him for, and laugh at him because of. That's when he started abusing me.
I had a scar, lightning-like in shape, that ran down my head to me nose. And I had many other scars, too, but Terry's other Pokémon wouldn't help him hurt me.
A year later, Terry decided he'd had enough of me and threw me into a river. I washed up in some unknown place, and was captured by the Rockets.
***End Dream***
I woke up then, and saw that daylight leaked through high-set windows. My vision was almost completely clear, and I almost wished it wasn't. For in the light I could see this place much better than in the dark.
Eevees and Eevee-forms were in stacked cages that lined the room. The ones I could see looked starved and beaten, and most were chained into their cages. I looked towards the cage of the Eevee from last night, only to find that she wasn't there.
I tried to stand, but the pain in my body was too much, and I fell. Flareon! I gasped. But there was no answer. Hallucinating from my dream, I called, Freeya!
I told you that you were Umbreon-destined, Eevyu, said the now totally familiar voice of my old friend.
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I don't have much to say, really. The circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant. It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.-Mewtwo: Pokémon the First Movie: Mewtwo strikes Back. ~The Darkness Master
About three years ago, I was an Eevee, ready to be given away as a starter Pokémon. A girl named Rayaka chose me, and she proved to be a great trainer. With me by her side, she soon had six good Pokémon for fighting Brock, the first Kanto Gym Leader.
But she lost the battle, and ran crying from the Gym. I was left at the Pokémon Center, and found out three days later that Rayaka was considered dead, and that her Pokémon would be given away.
A boy named Terry came and asked for Rayaka's Pokémon, and Nurse joy handed him the pokéballs of me, Pikachu, Pidgey, and Rayaka's other Eevee.
A few weeks later, we were attacked by Team Rocket, and they stole the other Eevee, Freeya by given name (not nickname), whom I had always known, as only an Eevee can know, was Flareon-destined. She had once told me I was Umbreon-destined, but I hadn't believed her.
I was very upset, but Terry still trained. A year after Freeya's capture, I evolved into an Umbreon.
Terry got mad at this. He said he didn't want a Dark Pokémon that others would chastise him for, and scorn him for, and laugh at him because of. That's when he started abusing me.
I had a scar, lightning-like in shape, that ran down my head to me nose. And I had many other scars, too, but Terry's other Pokémon wouldn't help him hurt me.
A year later, Terry decided he'd had enough of me and threw me into a river. I washed up in some unknown place, and was captured by the Rockets.
***End Dream***
I woke up then, and saw that daylight leaked through high-set windows. My vision was almost completely clear, and I almost wished it wasn't. For in the light I could see this place much better than in the dark.
Eevees and Eevee-forms were in stacked cages that lined the room. The ones I could see looked starved and beaten, and most were chained into their cages. I looked towards the cage of the Eevee from last night, only to find that she wasn't there.
I tried to stand, but the pain in my body was too much, and I fell. Flareon! I gasped. But there was no answer. Hallucinating from my dream, I called, Freeya!
I told you that you were Umbreon-destined, Eevyu, said the now totally familiar voice of my old friend.
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I don't have much to say, really. The circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant. It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.-Mewtwo: Pokémon the First Movie: Mewtwo strikes Back. ~The Darkness Master