Sorry for the long wait, and even more so for bringing a short chapter... but here is a little bit of back story for ya :3
A young houndour, named Thatch, stood confidently in line with the other recruits. His peers seemed nervous, but he was strong. He knew that he would be selected for training, it was simply the logical conclusion. The captain walked slowly along the line of young males, looking each one over with a thorough gaze. When the beheeyem reached him, the boy returned his gaze unflinchingly. The old psychic moved on quietly.
When he had sufficiently reviewed each potential, the captain called six of the boys out of line. A young vulpix was first, followed by a pawniard. A riolu was called forward, followed by Thatch's close friend Elijah Grayson. The fifth to be called was a charmeleon. Thatch was still confident. If Elijah had made it, then surely he would as well, right?
"Nathaniel Blake." The beheeyem called at last. Thatch blinked. Had he heard right? Surely the captain was mistaken. The houndour watched as a second eevee stepped out of line, smiling shyly at Elijah. No, surely this anxious little runt wasn't picked over him.
"The rest of you are dismissed." The captain bellowed, and the others turned, wished those chosen for training as commanders luck, and went back to their bunks. But Thatch remained, utterly confused. How had he not been chosen? How had that little…. Runt been chosen? The pup let out an angry wail, leaping at the other boy angrily. It took three officers to pull him back.
Four years had passed. Thatch had since evolved, but he still held a grudge against Nathaniel, now an espeon and a successful commander. Elijah, now an umbreon, had grown distant from his duties. Thatch's friend spoke to him less, often sneaking off to meet with a young female. Thatch did not approve.
That night, as the hellhound stood glaring at himself in the mirror, a shadowy figure replaced his own reflection. It whispered promises of power, of the position he rightfully deserved. He succumbed to his desires. Picking up the standard knife all troops were issued, Thatch snuck into the officers' bunk. He flitted easily among the shadows, and found the espeon sleeping soundly. He lifted the blade, and drove his hand downward.
Just before the knife struk home, Thatch was tackled. When he glanced up, there stood Elijah with a cold, emotionless gaze. Thatch was promptly exiled the next morning, but swore revenge on both eeveelutions. The once mild mannered Thatch was gone, and all that remained was Hades. His revenge on Elijah would come eight years later, on the Night of Sorrows.
Again, i apologize... P.S. if anyone would like to be a beta reader for me, i'd really appreciate it.