Chapter 1: Taste of Adventure

Sunlight streamed through Mt. Silver's mist, spilling into my bedroom through the curtains. Eevee's energetic yips pierced the early morning silence, urging me to shake off the remnants of sleep. With a reluctant groan, I pulled the covers over my head, yearning for a few more moments of peace. But Eevee was having none of that. A wet lick on the bottom of my foot jolted me awake. I couldn't help but smile down at my eager starter Pokémon. I patted his soft, brown head affectionately before rolling out of bed.

Stretching my limbs, I yawned and mumbled, "Alright, alright, I'm up, Eevee! I can tell you're excited about exploring with Jon and Ralts today." As I picked out my usual attire of a comfortable shirt and jeans, Eevee sat, his eyes bright with anticipation, mirroring my own excitement.

Heading to the bathroom located in the hallway outside my room, I prepared for our daily adventure with Jon.

After a quick hot shower, I dried off and glanced at my reflection in the mirror while brushing my teeth. My sunburnt skin and freckles were familiar sights. I quickly ran my fingers through my short, sandy blonde hair, neatly cropped for convenience. My blue eyes met my own gaze, a simple morning routine without much thought.

Standing tall at 6 feet, I had an athletic build, a testament to the training routine Jon and I had embraced after turning 18 a few months ago. Our hikes around Jorata had kept me in good shape.

I grabbed my go-to black hat with a simple Poké Ball logo and slipped on my worn-out hiking boots. Ready for the day, I headed to the kitchen, my stomach rumbling in anticipation of a satisfying breakfast before our exploration adventure began.

Eevee dashed out of my room and raced down the hall, leaping into my Dad's arms as he was getting up from the couch. "Good morning, Eevee! Looks like you managed to wake Charlie up," Dad chuckled, setting Eevee back down on the floor gently. He turned toward me and smiled, his voice warm, "Morning, son. I'm heading out to work; Fearow and I will be patrolling Route 45 today. I won't be back until late, so you'll have to make lunch for both you and Eevee."

Dad held the esteemed position of being the captain at the Pokémon Rangers station overseeing Route 45, stretching from Blackthorn to just about New Bark Town, the home of the region's renowned Pokémon Professor Elm. In his early forties, he sported graying hair along with a short-cut beard that always adhered to Ranger regulations. The years had added a bit of weight, but I knew better than to underestimate him. I was well aware of the challenges he faced as the Ranger Captain just outside the Mt. Silver district, home to some of the strongest wild Pokémon in Johto and Kanto.

He patrolled the skies with his trusty Fearow, supported by his other partner Pokémon, Mightyena and Graveler. Today, like every other day, he wore his red Ranger uniform with pride, complete with his belt adorned with his team's Poké Balls, a symbol of his dedication and experience in the field.

"Sounds great, Dad. Eevee and I were planning on exploring with Jon today and getting some training in with our Pokémon," I replied, ripping open a pack of Pop-Tarts and pouring Eevee some Pokémon kibble.

"Well, son, just remember when going out–" my dad began, his words interrupted by a sudden knock that rang through the house. He, already on his way out, opened the front door to reveal my best friend Jon, his newest little companion, Ralts, perched on his shoulder.

Jon was my one and only friend here in Jorata, a remote town nestled at the base of Mt. Silver on the Johto side of the divide. With just a few hundred residents, a basic Poké Mart, and an aging Pokémon Center staffed by a nurse and her Chansey, life in Jorata was simple. We were a few days' journey south of Blackthorn City, the home of the Champion Lance, the Dragon Master.

Jon, towering at 6'4" with jet black hair and a slender frame, possessed an uncanny knack for excelling at any athletic or thinking game we played. His mischievous smile, which seemed to charm every girl in town, appeared on his face as he greeted my dad. "Hello, Mr. Thames, headed out to patrol today?" my best friend said, walking in with Ralts in tow.

"Good morning, Jon, and yes, I was just telling Charlie that Fearow and I were about to head out for the day. Now, you two need to remember that when going out around here, it can be dangerous, even if you both have Pokémon now. Even small, younger Pokémon can be dangerous, especially if they're caught injured or backed into a corner. I would know..." Dad trailed off, glancing over at Eevee, who put his ears down and did his best baby Pokémon eyes I had ever seen.

Dad had found Eevee down Route 45 near New Bark Town, being harassed by a group of Rattata and a Nincada. Once Fearow landed, the wild Pokémon had scattered, leaving the injured Eevee behind. Dad had approached to help, attempting to use a potion to heal the little Pokémon. Instead, he received a full Tackle attack to the gut. While he was on the ground catching his breath, Fearow, in a fury, used a Wing Attack, accidentally hitting Eevee right into a tree, knocking him out. My dad ended up capturing him to take him to a Pokémon Center for healing and decided to give me Eevee as my starter since I didn't have a Pokémon of my own yet. Since then, Eevee and I had been inseparable.

"With that being said, have fun, boys. I'm already running behind this morning," my dad rushed out the door, waving goodbye.

Turning my attention back to Jon, I noticed his Ralts hiding behind him, still shy around other people. "I see he's still warming up to humans," I said, as Eevee trotted over to Ralts to say hello. Ralts just shyly nodded his head in response.

Ralts had approached Jon about a week and a half ago during one of their first exploration outings. Since I got Eevee, we had some protection from the younger wild Pokémon outside of Jorata. We had been wandering outside of town for about three hours when Ralts appeared in a clearing, shuffling straight up to Jon and laying a tiny hand on his leg. Neither of us really understood or believed that it had happened, but here we were days later, and Ralts was still with us.

"I was thinking we should go and check out the east side today. We haven't gone that way yet," Jon yawned as he reached over and snagged the last piece of my Pop-Tart. I had been trying to steer Jon away from the east side of Jorata, as it led up the slopes of Mt. Silver and into territory occupied by stronger Pokémon. Yet not wanting to seem afraid, I reluctantly agreed.

"I was thinking that as well. Might be some stronger competition for Eevee and Ralts to battle," I replied. Nodding, Jon smiled and looked down at his companion. "Yeah, I think Ralts is tired of beating up Zigzagoons and Pidgeys. We could use some different scenery."

With our plan set, we grabbed our backpacks, and headed out, ready to explore the unknown territory to the east of Jorata.

The early spring morning in the woods was tranquil as Jon and I walked east out of town with our Pokémon. Ralts clung to the back of Jon's jacket, perched on his shoulder as he couldn't keep up with our pace. Meanwhile, Eevee weaved in and out of my legs as we moved.

"Couldn't have asked for a better day!" I exclaimed as we jumped a small creek where some Stantler and a Deerling were drinking. "We really missed out on nature's beauty being trapped within Jorata's town limits all our lives. It'll be nice to explore once the league year starts in a few months. There are plenty of Pokémon to discover in the world and battles to be won."

"You don't have to tell me twice. Ralts and I have been talking, and we want to become Pokémon trainers as well," Jon replied as we stepped into a thicker forested area.

"Getting all the badges and competing in the Silver Conference is all we've ever talked about. Soon, it'll be us that everyone is tuning in to watch battle," I said as we came up to a group of trees with a webbing pattern strewn across the foliage.

"Webbing, you don't think we came across an Ariados, do you?" Jon whispered, his voice barely audible over the forest sounds. Eevee's ears twitched, alert, listening for any sounds of the bug Pokémon.

"The threads are thin, so it can't be an Ariados," I observed while examining the webbing in the trees. Suddenly, Ralts yelled out a warning, his eyes glowing with cool blue psychic energy as he shot off a Confusion attack. The psychic energy hit a Spinarak, which had been silently crawling down a web from the forest canopy behind us. The attack snapped the thin webbing, causing the bug Pokémon to fall to the ground, chittering its mandibles.

"Great, all we need is our Pokémon to get poisoned all the way out here. Did you bring any antidotes with us?" I asked Jon, warily eyeing the spider Pokémon across from us.

"No! All I brought was a potion…" Jon trailed off.

Feeling the weight of the situation, I knew we had to defend ourselves; this was what Pokémon trainers did. "Alright, Eevee, you ready?" I asked, never taking my eyes off our little predicament. Growling, Eevee leaped in front of Jon and me. "Okay, Eevee, let's do this. Tail Whip!" I commanded. Eevee, locking eyes with the beady ones of the Spinarak, turned his rear toward the bug Pokémon, shaking his tail back and forth, never breaking eye contact.

Shuddering a bit, Spinarak hissed, firing off String Shot right back at Eevee. My heart raced as I watched Eevee just standing there, waiting for an order, while the String Shot connected with him, sticking to his fur and laying around his paws on the forest floor.

"You know you should have told Eevee to dodge there," Jon mumbled over at me.

"Still getting used to being the trainer; not just a fan of watching a battle," I replied, feeling a pang of embarrassment. "Let's see what you and Ralts can do then."

"Gladly. Ralts, use Confusion!" Jon yelled, pointing at the Spinarak. Once again, Ralts' eyes glowed, and the Spinarak clicked loudly as the psychic attack struck, flinging it back a few feet. "Eevee, now's our chance. Tackle it!" Jon commanded. Eevee took off, running straight at the bug Pokémon as it struggled to stand back on its six appendages. I noticed that Eevee was moving slower than normal as he closed in on the Spinarak. Realizing he wouldn't make it there in time for a clean hit because the String Shot was slowing him down, I yelled, "Eevee, stop!" But it was too late. Bracing itself, the Spinarak took the tackle attack but shot Poison Sting right into Eevee's side for a point-blank hit.

Eevee winced, clearly affected by the poison, but he stood his ground, determination burning in his eyes. The battle had taken an unexpected turn, and we were now faced with a more dangerous situation.

My stomach dropped; the fear of Eevee being poisoned out in the woods with no antidote or Pokémon Center nearby raced across my mind. Eevee shakily got up on all fours, standing over the knocked-out bug Pokémon. Hurriedly, I ran over to my Pokémon. "Wow, Eevee, that was great! Are you okay? Did the poison sting get you?" Eevee growled, showing me his side where the poison sting had hit.

"I think he should be fine; that Spinarak was definitely juvenile and hasn't quite developed potent enough poison yet," Jon said, peering over my shoulder at Eevee. Glancing back at our knocked-out enemy, I noticed that Spinarak wasn't as big as it should have been.

"You're right, Jon; we might have just gotten very lucky. Let's hurry up and get out of here before Spinarak's family or friends come looking for him. By the way, Ralts' Confusion is looking a lot stronger!" I said, trying to shift the focus away from the close call, and instead, appreciating the progress our Pokémon were making over the course of the last few weeks

"Thanks, Charlie!" Jon grinned as Ralts shyly looked away, clearly embarrassed at the praise from someone who wasn't his trainer. "Well, if Eevee's up for it, I want to continue exploring. It's not even noon yet," Jon said, peering up through the trees into the sunny, cloudless sky.

"I think we're good to keep going," I replied, as Eevee made eye contact and nodded in agreement. Eevee had taken it upon himself to be the tough one for our group, especially since Ralts was still coming around and was newer to our little team.

"Let's keep moving then!" I said.

A few more hours had passed, and our stomachs were growling loudly enough for Dad's Mightyena to be proud of. After I suggested to Jon that we stop and eat, we found some small boulders to sit on up on a little hill underneath the gaze of Mt. Silver. As Jon and I munched on some sandwiches we made before we set out, and with our Pokémon happily munching on their food, I looked up at Mt. Silver.

"You know, I'm surprised we haven't run into a League Ranger out here yet. I know we're still at the base of the mountain, but everyone in town is always preaching about the many fearsome Pokémon that call Mt. Silver home. You'd think we would have seen some kind of patrol," I pondered aloud, my eyes scanning the dense forest around us as if expecting a Ranger to appear at any moment.

Oblivious to our exchange, Jon gave a groan and stood up. He picked up Ralts and put him on his shoulder again, giving me a mischievous look.

"You know, I wouldn't mind climbing up a bit to see if we can spot any of these cool and powerful Pokémon we were always supposed to be wary of. The scariest thing we did all day was run into that Spinarak, and our Pokémon handled it easily."

Being the son of the captain of the Route 45 Rangers came with countless talks and warnings from my Dad about the route. Let alone being next to Mt. Silver, or more precisely, climbing some of it as Jon suggested, was against every fiber in my being that my dad had drilled into me over the years. Yet, the thought of seeing a powerful wild Pokémon out and about or better yet, in a battle with another wild Pokémon? The thrill that rose from within me was overwhelmingly powerful.

"Okay, Jon, if we do this..."

"YOU ARE AGREEING?"

"IF we do this, this stays between us AND we are extremely careful and run at the first sign of danger. Deal?" I asked my best friend, never breaking eye contact with him.

"Well, in all honesty…" Jon said while stretching his arms and looking over at Ralts, giving him a pat on the head. "I didn't think you'd agree. So since you're agreeing, you lead ahead then, boss."

Grinning ear to ear, I stood up and noticed Eevee was still alert yet not on edge. While a little concerning, I let it slide, knowing he would give us ample warning if a Pokémon was coming at us. Eevee turned and followed us as we began our ascent.

Breathing hard, I looked down from our latest conquered incline. "Jon, I think this is high enough, and it's about time to turn back," I said, glancing at my watch to confirm my thoughts. "It's going to take us quite a few hours to make it back home. Why don't we rest for a bit?"

"Yeah, you're right. Sucks that the only Pokémon we saw were Geodude, a Machoke, and that flock of Pidgeys led by that Pidgeotto," Jon replied sullenly. "Well, I saw a cave up a little farther. Want to climb up there for our rest? Ralts and I could use a little nap in the shade." Ralts gave a little trill in agreement.

With that, we set off for the cave, which was just a few minutes away. As we approached, however, we heard a crash echo out of the cave, followed by the sounds of growling. Eevee ran right in front of me at attention while Ralts hopped down, mirroring Eevee. Suddenly, two rolling bodies came wrestling out of the cave, screeches and howls ringing out as they tore at each other.

The two separated, revealing a fierce battle between a Bagon and an Axew at the cave's entrance. My stomach dropped, and my heart rate exploded with anticipation. Near me, I could feel Jon's body go tense as we examined the two Pokémon. Shooting a small ember into the air, the Bagon, with its rugged blue scales and determined eyes, growled a challenge at the tusked Axew, a small Dragon-type with a fierce yet determined expression. Fear and awe washed over me as they both finally turned, their sharp gazes locking onto two humans and their Pokémon. Instantly, both creatures assumed fighting stances, their growls echoing with primal energy, challenging us with unwavering intensity.

"Shit, Jon! What the hell are two Dragon Pokémon doing this far down Mt. Silver? I thought they were only near the peaks?" I asked, fear cracking my voice.

"I don't know, but it looks like they want to fight, Charlie!" he yelled as Bagon and Axew came straight at us.

"Eevee, watch out for Bagon's Ember! Dodge it!" I called out urgently. Eevee swiftly evaded the incoming embers, narrowly missing his tail. As Bagon's attack missed, I seized the opportunity.

"Eevee, use Quick Attack! Get in close and tackle Bagon!" I commanded, my voice steadier now, filled with determination.

Eevee darted forward, a blur of brown fur, aiming a rapid Quick Attack at Bagon. At the same time, I kept a close eye on Jon and Ralts, hoping they could handle the Axew's onslaught. The battle unfolded in a whirlwind of movements, fear fading into the background as we focused on our strategies, determined to protect our Pokémon and emerge alive.

"Sand attack followed by a Tackle!" I shouted, thinking on my feet. Eevee kicked up sand, aiming it directly at Bagon's eyes to momentarily blind the Dragon-type. Seizing the opportunity, Eevee lunged forward, slamming into Bagon's gut with a powerful Tackle. Despite the impact, Bagon held its ground, retaliating with a sharp Bite on Eevee's back paw as he attempted to retreat. Limping, Eevee turned back toward Bagon, his determination shining through despite the pain.

My mind raced, grappling with the enormity of our situation. How had we ended up facing two Dragon Pokémon on Mt. Silver? Eevee was already breathing heavily, yet he snarled back at Bagon, refusing to yield. Glancing over at Jon and Ralts, I saw Axew breaking through a Confusion attack, its sharp claws leaving shallow cuts on Ralts, the delicate Fairy-type Pokémon wincing in pain but resolute in its resolve. The battle had intensified, and our Pokémon were being pushed to their limits.

"Ralts, Disarming Voice!" Jon's voice boomed, and Ralts took a deep breath, unleashing a cry that echoed through the forest, surprising us all. Axew and Bagon winced, clearly affected by the unexpected Fairy-type attack.

"Jon, we need a coordinated strategy! Ralts, Confusion on Axew! Eevee, hit Axew with a Tackle!" I yelled, my voice a mix of urgency and exhilaration.

"You got it, Ralts! Confusion on Axew!" Jon commanded, pointing at the Dragon-type Pokémon. Axew shook its head, its eyes narrowing as it locked onto Ralts. Glancing at Eevee, I couldn't help but marvel at the adrenaline-fueled excitement surging through me. Despite the danger, there was a captivating thrill in facing off against such powerful Pokemon.

Eevee's bark of determination echoed through the clearing as he sprinted towards Axew, while Ralts began his assault. Axew closed in on Ralts, but just in time, Confusion slammed into the Dragon-type Pokémon. A split second later, Eevee made contact with Axew's back, sending the little dragon tumbling down and out of the battle.

"Alright, Eevee!"

"Way to go, Ralts!"

A surge of adrenaline and awe washed over me as we managed to defeat a Dragon-type Pokémon. It was an unexpected victory, and for a moment, the thrill was all-encompassing. But that triumph was short-lived. Reality crashed down as Ralts cried out in pain. We had forgotten about Bagon. I turned to see Ralts's limp body falling from Bagon's jaws as the Dragon-type released his Bite attack.

"Ralts! Charlie, you gotta help him!" Jon's voice pierced the air, filled with worry as Bagon shot another Ember into the sky, a triumphant roar escaping its jaws.

It all boiled down to Eevee and me to navigate this dire situation. I cast a quick glance at my partner, who was now breathing heavily. My eyes then shifted to Bagon, who was stalking towards us, panting heavily as well. Surprisingly, the situation hadn't escalated as badly as I had feared. A closer look at the two Dragon Pokémon made me realize that they must still be very young. Perhaps there was a chance for us yet.

As I turned towards Eevee, ready to shout a command, a deafening roar echoed from above, sending shivers down my spine. Fear gripped me as the sun was momentarily blocked out, replaced by the glimmering sight of golden scales catching the afternoon sun. The massive Dragonite landed gracefully between Eevee and Bagon, its imposing presence casting a shadow over us all.

With a low growl and a mere glance, Bagon displayed meekness in the presence of the elder dragon. The Dragonite turned its piercing gaze towards us. I scanned our surroundings, my eyes darting between Jon, Eevee, and the just-stirring Axew, then back towards Bagon and Ralts. The dragon began communicating with the young Bagon through rumbling growls. After a brief exchange, both dragons turned their attention to Eevee and me. The Dragonite emitted a questioning growl in Eevee's direction.

Stunned, I watched as Eevee yipped out a response. Jon and I exchanged bewildered glances. We were left in a state of confusion, unsure of the unfolding events before us.

The hulking Dragonite growled at Bagon, who now had Axew by his side, the latter wearing an embarrassed and hurt expression. I watched in astonishment as the Dragonite brought the young dragons over to us. Jon and I stood frozen in fear as the Dragonite rumbled a question to Ralts. The little fairy Pokemon chirped out a lengthy reply, capturing the dragon's attention completely. Its gaze shifted towards Jon and I, assessing us from head to toe.

Ralts finished his story, and the Dragonite seemed to be sizing us up, its piercing eyes scrutinizing our every move. It then turned its attention back to the two younger dragons, engaging in a side conversation with them.

"Hey Jon... Do you have any idea what's going on?" I whispered, but Eevee shot me a glance and barked, urging me to be silent.

Suddenly, the Dragonite, its colossal form towering above us, moved with a purpose that sent chills down my spine. Its gaze, wise and knowing, bore into us as it approached Jon and me. The dragon's touch was both gentle and overwhelming; its clawed arms enveloped Jon and Axew in an iridescent aura, while the same ethereal energy danced around Bagon and me, leaving a trail of mystic luminescence in the air.

In that moment, I felt an inexplicable connection with the ancient creature, a link to a power beyond my understanding. The enigmatic greenish glow emanating from Dragonite's paws left me bewildered and awe-struck, a witness to forces far beyond the realms of ordinary Pokémon battles. My heart pounded in my chest, not with excitement, but with a mix of fear and wonder, as I grappled to comprehend the extraordinary events unfolding before my eyes.

The Dragonite's departure was as abrupt as its arrival. With a low, rumbling grumble that echoed in the mountainous expanse, the dragon stepped away, nodding at Jon and me, acknowledging our connection to the enigmatic forces of the Pokémon world. With a final wave at the small dragons, the Dragonite ascended into the heavens, vanishing with a small boom and a rush of wind, leaving us in stunned silence, grappling with the mystery of the encounter.

"Dude… what in the hell was that?" Jon's voice trembled with a mix of awe and confusion as we both stared off at the distant Dragonite, its immense form now reduced to a mere dot in the vast sky.

"Yeah, I'm completely clueless," I replied, amusement lacing my words, trying to ease the bizarre tension that hung in the air after our encounter. "But what about these two?" I gestured towards the young dragons, their eyes fixed on us with a newfound curiosity, their fiery battle spirits replaced by a gentle fascination, studying Jon and me as if trying to decipher some unknown puzzle.

"I'm as confused as you, but we really should head back, Charlie. I used the potion on Ralts, but I still think he needs a proper Pokémon Center," Jon said, his gaze shifting toward the injured Ralts, who seemed weary yet resilient.

"Yeah, you're right. Eevee needs his paw checked too. As long as we don't run into any Spinarak traps or wrestling dragons, we should be fine making it back in the dark."

With our words hanging in the late afternoon air, we exchanged an awkward wave with the dragon duo, their eyes still fixed on us with a scrutinizing intensity, before setting off back down the slopes of Mt. Silver. An uneventful trip back to Jorata's Pokémon Center brought much-needed relief to Jon, Ralts, Eevee, and I. Nurse Joy assured us that our Pokémon were fine, just weary and in need of rest.

After parting ways at the Pokémon Center, I walked the quiet streets of Jorata toward home, with Eevee by my side, his presence a comforting reminder of the day's wild events. The full moon illuminated our way, casting ethereal shadows on the cobblestone path, while Eevee occasionally stole glances at the moon, as if finding solace in its soft, silvery glow.

"Eevee, I've been reflecting on today... First of all, I want to thank you. You protected us from that Spinarak, and you fought with incredible courage against that Bagon and Axew. Second, I have to apologize for not being a better trainer. I froze up and let the situation get the best of me, leading to you taking unnecessary hits. It's a lot more challenging in real battles than what they show in TV tournaments or gym battles. I'm going to try harder to become the trainer you deserve, Eevee. We'll work together to make our mark, just like Lance, Red, or Cynthia in the Sinnoh region."

As we walked under the moonlight, the sense of purpose was clear in Eevee's eyes, and I felt a renewed determination to grow as a trainer.

Approaching our home, Eevee sprinted ahead, leaping onto the porch railing and turning to meet my gaze at eye level. His vocalizations, a blend of yips, growls, and barks, conveyed a depth of emotion that I was still learning to decipher.

"I know I shouldn't bear all the blame, especially since you were at a disadvantage against Bagon," I admitted aloud, the weight of my words hanging in the quiet evening air. "But it's my responsibility as your trainer, Eevee. When I mention 'training' to my dad, it's not about hoping for easy wild Pokémon encounters. We should be focusing on improving our current moves and learning from every battle."

Lost in thought, I replayed the image of Bagon shrugging off Eevee's tackle, the memory etched in my mind. My fingers found solace in Eevee's fur, a silent reassurance passing between us.

As the day drew to a close, exhaustion settled in my bones. "Alright, Eevee, let's grab a bite for dinner, shower, and hit the hay. It's been a day," I yawned, the weight of the day pulling at my eyelids as we entered the house.

The clock struck 8 pm, and the absence of my Dad didn't surprise me. Since my mother's passing a decade ago, he had thrown himself into work, often leaving me alone. Cancer had taken her from us, despite the advancements in modern medicine. The pain had lessened over time, but her final words echoed in my mind: "Everyone starts somewhere in this world under different circumstances. Those who seek success find ways to make the most out of what they have and climb from the depths of hell to meet their goals. Do that, son, and know I'll always be proud of whatever it is you choose to become."

I glanced at Eevee, peacefully asleep on my bed, as I dried off from my shower. The memory of my mother's last words lingered, igniting a determination within me. I was excited to embark on my journey, knowing that success was something I needed to carve out for myself, with or without all the resources in the world.

Carefully climbing into bed so as not to disturb Eevee, I let the day's events replay in my mind. Dragons! We had fought dragons today! The excitement of the battle warred with my exhaustion, and as sleep claimed me, I dreamt of someday obtaining the vaunted dragon type.

Charlie

Eevee- Male

Jon

Ralts- Male