"Your brother is so lucky," mused Damien.
"Yeah, he gets his very own Pokémon tomorrow," added Nami
"I'm gonna miss him…" said Allen, slowly.
Allen, Damien and Nami lay on a grassy hill. The three were stargazing, taking full advantage of the clear, night sky. Tomorrow, Jake, Allen's older brother, was going to receive his starter Pokémon and begin his Pokémon adventure. There was a moment of silence as a soft breeze blew.
Damien slowly sat up. "Don't feel bad," he said, trying to make Allen feel better. "In just three more years, we will all be old enough to get our starter Pokémon. Maybe we'll meet up with him."
"He would be three years ahead of us," said Allen, "There's more way we could catch up with him."
"I don't know," wondered Damien as he stood up, "Some trainers take breaks that last for years."
"Let's make a promise," said Nami suddenly. She sat up and hugged her legs.
"What type of promise?" asked Damien.
"Let's promise to go on our Pokémon journey together," proposed Nami
"Yeah, that would be great," Damien seconded the notion. "What do you think, Allen?"
Allen lay silently for a few seconds. "I just hope my starter Pokémon won't turn out to be evil or something." The out of the blue statement left looks of confusion on his friends' faces.
Evil Eevee?
"Nami! I can't believe it's really you!" exclaimed Damien as he embraced their savior. "I thought those Hoothoot were gonna do us in for sure."
"How do you know my name?" the girl asked, taken slightly aback by Damien invasion of personal space. "I'm sorry, have we met before?"
Nami's obliviousness devastated Damien. He backed away from her in disbelief. "You don't remember me?" he gasped.
"N-no, I'm sorry."
The expression on Damien's face was something of heartbreak. He quickly shot a glance toward Allen who was still kneeled next to Eevee. "Allen! She doesn't recognize me!" he wined.
"Allen!" Nami shouted in remembrance. She dashed past Damien to get a closer look at her old friend. "I didn't realize it was you at first." She soon became aware of Eevee's critical condition and Allen's bleeding hands. "Oh my gosh! We're hurt!"
Before Allen could say a word Nami hastily reached for a Pokéball in her pocket. "Go! Miltank!"
A Miltank zapped from her ball and stood poised for commands right in front of Allen and Eevee. "Use Heal Bell on them, Miltank!" Miltank obeyed and two, sliver bells of light materialized above Allen and Eevee. Suddenly, the bells started to jingle, releasing balls of lights. The balls swirled away them, giving soothing relief from their pain.
Nami quickly followed up by revealing two bottles of Miltank milk from her backpack. "Drink this," she instructed as she passed a bottle to Allen, "It will help you heal faster."
Allen did what he was told. The milk was very refreshing and tasted great. "Thanks!" he said as the Heal Bell finally stopped.
"And here's some for you." Nami placed the other bottle next to Eevee for it can drink some.
"Wow, a Miltank!" said Damien in surprise. "I bet it comes in handle."
"Yup," Nami nodded, "Miltank keeps my Pokémon at tip top shape."
"And it knows hyperbeam; that's amazing—"
The conversation was interrupted by the abrupt sound of glass shattering. Eevee had kicked his bottle of Miltank milk into the air and it shattered all over the ground. Nami gasped, Damien shook his head, and Miltank looked furious. Allen simply sat motionless; he did not understand why Eevee was being so rude.
"Miltank!" Miltank roared in anger. It hated to see some ungrateful Pokémon ruin good milk for no reason.
"Miltank! It's okay!" Nami tried to calm her Pokémon down, but Miltank looked like it was going to pounce on Eevee at any moment. Nami decided to return Miltank before a fight started. At Eevee's weaken state, Miltank could easily cause sever damage.
"I'm so sorry," Allen apologized, "Eevee is—"
"It's okay," Nami cut him off, "Let's not cry over spilled milk." She laughed. "I'm just happy to see you again; it has been such a long time!"
Allen felt bad. He had almost forgotten about Nami, and she seemed so glad to see him again. She was warm, kind, forgiving…and really cute. How could he forget her?
"It's getting late," said Nami. She offered a hand to help Allen up. "I set up my tent not too far from here near a stream. You should come camp the night there with me."
"What about me?" shouted Damien in outraged.
"Oh, almost forgot about you," Nami said, slightly embarrassed.
"You did forget about him," Damien replied, sadly.
"Of course, you can come too," she corrected herself, "let's go."
Nami led the boys to her camp cite near the stream. Eevee staggered behind the group, refusing to return to its ball or being carried. Damien stated that Allen should force Eevee to go back in its Pokéball, but Allen did not want to make Eevee do anything it did not want to even if it was in great pain. He could not figure out why Eevee would want to put itself through so much pain. It did not even drink the Miltank milk that would have numbed the agony. Allen hoped Eevee was just going through some kind of phase. Eventually, however, Eevee fainted and Allen returned it to its ball.
Nami's camp cite was in a prime location. The stream provided fresh clean water for the gang to drink and the ground was soft with thick, lush grass. Damien busted out his tent from his giant backpack and began to set it up next to Nami's which surprised Allen: he did not bring a tent along. He was even more shocked when Nami offered to like him sleep in hers.
"But where will you sleep?" he questioned her. He was planning on asking to sleep in Damien's tent, but he was currently with his totodile at the stream.
"In the tent too, of course," she stated as if it was a matter of fact thing. "Just give me some time to change first, okay." She went inside the tent quickly to change into her nightgown. Allen waited patiently outside. Cool, Nami wanted him to still in her tent…what does that mean?
Then, he started to think about his Eevee. Was it okay? Maybe Damien was right. He should force Eevee to do things. He should ask Nami for more Miltank milk and make Eevee drink; it was for its own health.
Allen released Eevee. It zapped out in the familiar red beam. It stood ready for action as if not critically damaged.
"Now, Eevee—" Something swooped on top of Nami's tent. It was a giant moth with circle patterns on his wings.
"It's a Dustox," Allen whispered under his breath.
Eevee sprung into battle mode. It leaped for the stranger Pokémon.
"Eevee! No!" It was too late. The Dustox easily dodged Eevee's tackle by flying straight up. Eevee's sudden weight on top of the tent caused it to cave inward. Nami screamed in surprise.
Eevee did not care about the damage it caused; it continued to pursuit the Dustox. Dustox, in attempts to escape the crazed Eevee, flew away toward Damien's tent. Eevee chased after it on foot, tearing through Damien's tent which was in its way.
Nami finally managed to wriggle from under her fallen tent. She was in the middle of changing so she used her sleeping bag to cover herself. She wormed over to Allen. "What happened?" she asked, calmly. She spoke as if not embarrassed by her silly appearance.
"Eevee happened," Allen answered as he lowered his head in shame.
"What is going on?" Damien demanded to know as he rushed on the scene. He heard Nami screamed and came as fast as he could.
"Eevee went crazy again," Allen informed
"Your Eevee is evil, pure evil!" Damien claimed when he noticed it chasing the Dustox and the destroyed tents.
"Evil? There is not such thing as an evil Pokémon." Nami defended Eevee. Damien blinked at her. She looked like a caterpillar worming around in that sleeping bag.
"It has to," Damien continued, "It wants to do nothing but harm other Pokémon!" To highlight, Damien pointed to Eevee as it attempted to knock Dustox out of the air in the distance. "I used to think its aggression would make it a good battler, but I was wrong! It doesn't even listen to Allen! And look what it did to our tents!"
"Well, guess we have to ruff it than," said Nami. "Tents are just for luxury. We don't need them."
Damien acted as if Nami was expecting the impossible. "Speak for yourself, girlfriend. I don't won't bugs and stuff crawling all over me."
Damien and Nami continued exchanging opinions; Damien complaining while Nami contained her positive personality. Allen was not listening. He was too depressed thinking about Eevee. What was wrong with it? Was it just…evil?