Prologue
It all began 14 years ago, when my mom met my dad. I know this story by heart, and I never get tired of hearing it.
"The air was soft and warm. A faint autumn breeze tickled my chin. I had just finished college. I didn't intend to get married and have children, but then I saw him. His hair was a luscious shade of black, a black so great that it makes midnight's darkness jealous. He ran with such grace that he did not make a single noise. His fur blowing with the wind. It looked like a sea of darkness. His golden rings wrapped his body, needed only a diamond lady to accompany them. After starring at him for some 20 minutes, I finally worked up the nerve to say hello to him.
'20 minutes of starring and all you came up with was "Hi"?'
After that they just...clicked. And before we knew it, we were married and had 3 beautiful children."
Chapter 1: Eevees
The interesting thing about being born an Eevee is that you can choose what you evolve into. My mother choose to be an Espeon at age 13, and my father choose to be an Umbreon at age 16. You get to evolve earlier if you pass the classes correctly. I can't wait for my initiation later today. I, along with my BFF, were chosen by the comitee to evolve at age 13(which we both currently are.) Every year, 6 Eevees are chosen to evolve into either an Espeon, Umbreon, Jolteon, Vaporeon, Flareon, Leafeon, or Glaceon. I wish to be a Glaceon. Glaceons are masters of ice and snow. We can use moves like Ice Beam and Hail. My BFF yearns to be a Flareon, master of the fire type. Flareons can use moves like Flamethrower and Sunny Day. The ice type is weak to the fire type, so if he attacked me with Flamethrower, it would hurt me. My other BFF(I have two!) wants to be a Leafeon. They are masters of the grass type. They can use moves like Razor Leaf and Solarbeam.
I don't really know who the 4th person chosen wanted to be. The nifty thing about us 6 beeing chosen is that only 3 of us can evolve. We, as Eevees, fight each other, and the two winners get to evolve. They choose two boys and two girls to fight each other. Since my BFF is a boy, we won't be fighting. I'll be fighting some person I've never met in an hour or two. I wonder what she wants to be? Whatever it is, she won't be it until next year because I am confident that I will be victorious in out match.
My second favorite part of evolving (that is what we call becoming a glaceon/flareon/something else) is that we get to have real names! Right now we are just called asigned names. Mine is Clare. When I evolve, I will be called Stella. Bob (Bob is the assigned name of my friend who wants to be a flareon) told me that he wants to be called Keith. He is the one that wants to be a Flareon. He is quite Jolly and Adamant(anyone who plays pokemon should know why that is capitalized.) He is the exact opposite of shy. My friend that wants to be a Leafeon is not. My grass-loving friend told me that he wants to be called Noah. He's shy and sensitive. He has that sense of humor that you nearly wet yourself when he makes a joke, but he doesn't do it as often. Stella, Keith and Noah...I could get used to that.
"Honey, get your friends and get in the car," My mom calls. It's time for the initiation. Chapter 2: The Arrival
My mother forces me to wear a pale-blue ribbon in my hair. She says that I have to look 'cute' for the show. I'll take it off in the car. I have two older brothers. One is a Jolteon(master of electricity) and the other is an Umbreon(master of darkness.)
'Claire! Get in the CAR!' my father shrieks. Overcoming my growing jitters, I dash down our marble staircase, skip through my family's suttle living room, and out of the huge mansion-of-a-house we live in. I am crunched into the middle seat, between my two brothers. They get along with me alright, but when they are near each other...it's like World War 3.
"Jeff, take this!" Taylor yells, sending a dark pulse to the Jolteon. Jeff (the Jolteon) responds with a powerful shockwave. OUCH! That hit me.
"Knock it off you two!" My mother shrieks, agrivated with the not-so-dynamic duo. Being teenagers, of course, they completely disreguard the command. They arel literally doing the same thing, but more quietly.
"STOP IT YOU TWO MORONS! IF YOU KEEP THIS UP, I WON'T HAVE ENOUGH STRENGTH FOR THE BATTLE!" I finally screech. Embarrassed, they hand me a potion from their knapsack, and I drink it. My strength returns instantaneously.
The car ride drags on. I could swear that when I looked at the clock, time went backwards. Minute after tedious minute, we get closer. Taylor is reading 'The Theory of Humanology', and Jeff is playing Nintendogz on his nintendo DS lite. Taylor was a very gifted child. Quite
intelligent. In fact, he was so clever that they let him evolve at age 7! The 16 year old that lost looked so ashamed. I was 4 at the time. On the other hand, Taylor's twin brother Jeff is not that. He was 14 when he finally was considered to evolve. He had the brute strength, but Jeff did not have the inteligence to succeed. Figures that he became a Jolteon. Jolteons are known for there brute strength. Umbreons are more of tanks, they take forever to defeat.
My mom told me that 'we'd get there in 5 minutes. ' It doesn't feel like 5 minutes. I still haven't taken off the bow. It really doesn't work on Eevees. I look like most other Eevees. My fur is a fine shade of chocolate brown. My maine and the top of my tail is the common shade of light brown that all Eevees have. My tail is long and bushy. My ears stand tall and firm. I wish I looked less adorable. We look a lot like dogs...kind of like:
Jolteons are primarily yellow. They have a cream-colored spiked main that gives of a faint electric current. Their eats are jagged, and instead of a tail, they have tail spikes! They are sort of like porcupines because they have a hard, pointed top and a soft, furry bottom...like:
"We're here!" My mom cries.
Chapter 3: The Pregame Show
I nearly wet myself. I hastily remove the bow. My mother gives me $20 to play with while she signs us in and buys tickets. I meet up with 'Bob' and 'Rob' at the consessions stand. The sweet aroma of carmel corn and funnel cake swifts through the air. We all are overcame by an enormous grin.
"One Exta-Large funnel cake please," I order. We sit down in the small area near the stand. The picnic tables that we sit at are a shade of red, faded from time. The paint is peeling and hurts my fur. Other Pokemon are uncomfortably sitting on the benches.
The stadium is beautiful. The food stand is located right near the arena. This is where the fights take place. The arena is painted a pure shade of baby-blue with a grass-green border on the bottom of it. It is a mural of a load of eeveelutions(EE-V-EE-lutions; a mixture of glaceons, flareon, jolteons, leafeons, espeons, umbreons, and vaporeons) bathing in a gentle spring day. The Glaceon looks so pretty. She is lying on her back in an iced area. A Flareon is blowing fire at some pokedogs, a Jolteon is halfway through a summersalt, a Leafeon is hanging out of a tree, a Vaporeon is swimming in a pond, an Espeon is bathing near the Glaceon, and an Umbreon is relaxing in the shade. It is so lovely, it took over 3 years to finish!
After the three of us finish our funnel cake, we make a quick pitt stop. That's when I meet my opponent. She is dressed in a blood-red bow. Not a cute bow, a superficial bow. She is yelling something at someone. I can only make some of it out...
"Listen you little -d-knock-ly, I'll make you eat you- p-nts if --u d--'t get me a ----dog!" She has issues. She is wearing a solid gold tag that says 'Espeon in the Making'. Don't count your chickens before they hatch honey.
Chapter 4: Our Opponents
My dad grabs me, Bob, and Rob. He leads us into a small, classroom like area. It is complete with relatively new desks. The kind of desks that have the chair built in. It looks like a 3rd grade classroom at best. Doodles of Eevees are everywhere, apples are on each desk...very unexpected. 3 other Eevees are in there. Yuck, that girl from the bathroom is there. The two other boys will be fighting Bob and Rob. Rob wants to be a Leafeon if you forgot. Rob sits down in one of the desks, and he begins to think. I wonder what he is thinking...
Gulp. GULP! What am I going to do? These guys look big and tough. What if they forget to take me to a Pokecenter(like the doctor's office)? Okay, I'll think out my plan. I'll use Sand Attack until they can't see anything due to the sand in their eyes and---wait, I'm not fighting both of them. Oh no, here comes one of them...BE COOL!
"Are you Robert?" One of the males asks. I, Claire, acknowledge his features. He has tattered, untamed fur. He is sporting a small bandanna that reads 'Show no Mercy'. I'd hate to be Rob right now.
"Umm, AHH! I mean yeah. He-he?" Rob replies. He needs to work on his social skills.
"You are going to loose. I want to be a Jolteon. I am going to tear every fur off your body, and dip you in magma," the bully threatens. Please let Rob not say something dumb.
"Okay," Rob squeaks at a pitch higher than a mouse's squeal. He must be frightened. Rob then runs and hides in a closet. I think he is crying. The torcherer is laughing his buttox off. Bob walks up to him and his buddy. The two males are friends.
"Hey, what are you two doing? Like he wasn't nervous enough!
"Aww look, the baby's first words."
"I'm not a baby, and you two are acting like immature 3-year-olds!"
"How about you come near my fist and say that?" It's Bob's opponent talking now.
"You want a piece of me? I'll show you a---------------"
"Bob! Stop it, save it for the fight," I interrupt. The two abnormally large Eevees walk to the other side, bumping Bob. There is an essence of tension in the room.
I skip over to the closet where Rob is...well frankly I have no idea.
"Rob, you okay?"
"I am really nervous. I don't want to have any of those two win."
"They won't. Now come on out here." The door creaks open, and Rob emerges out of it's foggy depths. I just noticed, this is kind of weird. Like the people we are fighting being all tough and stuff..like it was in a book or movie or something.
I get a hairbrush out of my icy-blue backpack. I begin to comb my fur for the show. I pull it back so that it won't get in my face, and it'll make me more areodynamic for when I attack her. I look at the clock. The first match starts in 5 minutes. I use the restroom one last time, and I walk over to the schedule. Bob was fighting Thomas first, then Rob fights Jess, and finally I fight McAlly. Peculiar name. She is scolding me as she guzzles down a banana smoothie. I can tell that she is friends with the other two boys. I decide on a plan
I'll start with a swift Substitute(creates a substitute to take damage for you, but it takes 1/4 of your HP to go into the substitute). Then, once I am behind it, I'll attack her with Fake Tears(lowers opponents Special defense. This makes them loose more HP if you use special move.) I'll follow up with a Hidden Power Fighting(special move.) I'll continue with this until the kill.
"Attention everyone. Attention please! The first match between Robert and Thomson will begin immediately. Everyone to the stadium, repeat everyone to the stadium."
Chapter 5: Bob Style
I wish Bob good luck, and go to my seat. We have special seats near the announcers...best view in the house!
"At this time, may all rise for the national anthem." I loathe singing this...but I have been told that I have a nice voice.
'From the plains of Kanto, to the caves of Jalopi there is one place to be.
Where we all unite, in organized fight. And run free!
Come with me to my region, were we all are strong.
And we'll all stand together, as friends forever.
True POKE-EE-MON!
From the day you are born, to the time you pass away,
Their will always be a voice inside you, that will say
We'll all stand together, as friends forever.
True POKE-EE-MON!
True pokemon! Yeah!
'
"Remember the rules. If at anytime you need to--" someone interrupts the announcer,
"We know the rules, let the fight begin!" A gun is fired to represent the start of the match.
Bob begins to quickly circle his opponent. He gets faster and faster with each lap, the wind gliding through fur like a stream are caught in the wind. Eventually, you can only see a small brown blur moving in a circular motion. Tom is hopelessly spinning trying to get a good shot at him. Then out of nowhere, Bod quickly hits him with a Tackle. The entire audience is taking aback. Tom, on the other hand, completely dodges the attack. Bob is sent hurtling into the sidelines. It looks very painful, I would hate to be him right now. After some 30 seconds of agonizing injury-related yells, Bob manages to stand up. Knees knocking, Robert does his signature move...his HP is insanley low. Bob springs up like a slinky and digs right into the field.
Tom is trying to find way to see his invisible opponent. It's not working that well. Then, like a spring that broke through the mattress, Bob leaps up, right beneath Tom. Tom stumbles back coughing. Then, almost quickly as the match started, it was all over.
The crows begins to cheer madly. The Chansey nurses pick up Thomas's body, and wheel him to the nearest Pokecenter. He is carried away in a stretcher:
An image on this off one of my favorite websites is:
http://www.serebii.net/anime/pictures/indigo/002/EP2091.jpg
"Robert has won!" The announcer exclaims. Bob is given a Potion to increase his HP. Feeling better, Bob is taken to the victory chamber. This is where you evolve. The wisest Pokemon in our land, an elderly Umbreon, gives Bob the speech. Most Eevees know this by heart. It is the same every year.
"Robert McGull, you have shown great courage and strength. It is for these reasons, that I gladly allow you to evolve. In front of you there are 3 stones. The fire stone will make you a Flareon, lord of fire. The water stone will make you a Vaporeon, queen of water. The thunderstone will make you a Jolteon, Duke of electricity. There is also 4 rare candies. Consuming one of these candies near this icy rock will make you a Glaceon, Princess of ice. Consuming a candy near the leafy rock will result in you evolving into a Leafeon. Eating one of these candies at night, just go over 3 steps into a different time zone, will make it night. When you eat it, your body will change into an Umbreon, ace of Darkness. Doing the same in the morning, like it is now, will make you an Espeon, the Psychic master. Choose carefully, for you only get one chance." Instantaneously, Bob goes for the fire stone. He lets out a yell, first the Eevee yell. Each Pokemon has a unique yell. Eevees have one yell, and Jolteons another. It goes on for every type of Pokemon. Then he yells the Flareon yell. His body turns into a red siloett of an Eevee. Then it morphs into a red sillohett of a Flareon. The siloett slowy gains color and detail. He lets out a mighty Flareon roar, and his evolution is done.
"Well...that was fast. Robert, tell us, what is your name. Choose carefully because the renaming process is really long and stressful." Bob gets a look on his face, a look of deep thought.
"Keith. My name is Keith," Bob clearly states, "K-E-I-T-H, Keith."
"My audience, Keith!" The audience then goes into a frenzy of cheering and celebrating. Bo---Keith happily accepts his glory.
"Keith has just won! Now calm down for the next match of Rob and Jess!" The audience calms down as the two walk out. Rob is shaking about, faking a small smile.
"Let the match BEGIN!" Again, a gun is fired to start the match.
Chapter 6: The Hidden Talent
Instantaneously, Jess dashes at Rob with a quick attack. Rob then closes his eyes, and puts his head down like and Ostrage. Then, without warning, Rob begins to kick up sand. Three of his six kicks get Jess in the eyes. Because his accuracy was lowered, he can't see well. Rob then uses several quick attacks on Jess. Jess appears unharmed. Jess is hopelessly trying to attack the moving opponent of his. The sand has blurred his vision. Rob then proceeds with an unpokemon-like attack. It is spectacular to watch. Rob begins to dash around Jess with great speed. He then leaps up in a tree and falls down, covered in leafs. He somehow grabs them, despite the lack of opposable thumbs, and charges at Jess. SWOOSH goes the leaves. Meanwhile, Jess has blinked most of the sand out of his eyes with a special eye-drop-pill thingamajig. Rob is dashing faster than the speed of sound at his enemy. 3 yards away from Jess, he stops dead in his tracks.
An object at rest will stay at rest unless it is moved by a force. Hence, and object at motion will stay in motion unless stopped. Rob was very intelligent. He gave a huge report on this and Einstein's theory of motion in the Poke Academy. When Rob stopped moving, the leafs were still going. The leafs were of the Shartrick tree. It grows several berries that we love to consume. It is hard to harvest these buries due to the Razors of leafs it has. Now image these knifes flying at you at some 20 miles per hour. This is what happened when Rob stopped. The leaves hit Jess right in his stomach. He faints immediately.
The crowd goes wild, again, and the eldest Eevee gives his speech. After, Rob looks confused. He thought he wanted to be a Leafeon, but an Umbreon or Jolteon would be more powerful. He then approaches the thunderstone, but his clumsy feet have other plans. He trips, missing the Thunderstone by a few centimeters, his face landing right on the Rare Candy, feet away from the leafy rock. He then evolves like Bob did, but he was a green silhouette instead of a red one. He finally evolved into a Leafeon. He appears contented with his evolution. The crowd cheers once more, as Jess is rushed to the hospitable. The rare candy revived Rob's lost HP.
The wiseevee asks what Rob wants to be called. He takes longer then Bob. Some 5 minutes later, the band (they play a song at the end) starts to do a rock-blues variation of the Jepordy theme song. After 3 more minutes, every spectator is humming along. Rob finally says,
"I don't know. Can I choose from the hat?" He wants to choose a random name from the hat that chooses our name. He'd get a horrid name from there. Like Henry or something common and uninteresting. I have to save him.
"How about Noah!" I yell to him. He knows it's me, and replied to the wisevee,
"Noah it is." The crowds is literally asleep despite the mere 8 minute deciding process. In a frenzy of yawns, cheers, and claps, Noah's initiation is done. He then sits by Keith, smiling. I'm up next. After a quick trip to the restroom, I am ready to go. Chapter 7: McAlly's Revenge
"Everyone! EVERYONE! The final match between Claire and McAlly will begin abruptly!" The crowd is in a half-cheer, half-sleep applause. McAlly walks out, scowling at her admirers. Apparently she is beautiful for a creature that looks exactly like every other creature. I wonder what she is thinking right now...
Gosh I hate these nubs! Get a life losers! And McAlly? Why's they call me that! Morons, the whole load of them! Who's this geek I'm fighting? Claire....how silly! Better than mine though...I'm going to make her cry! She'll never see it coming! With my all-out offensive stats, she is in deep doo-doo. I am so going to evolve into an Espeon. I'll have to skip that lame speech that geezer says. How'd he become a wisevee? This will be so easy, the odds of me losing are ten to something more than ten. . .wait or less? Math is so stupid. I can't believe my unpopular-by-my-standards-boy-slaves lost. I knew they were losers.
"OK contestants! LET THE MATCH BEGIN!" I stare at McAlly, slowly plotting out her defeat. I dash at her with a Quick Attack, then proceed to work up a Toxic on my paws. I slap her, intoxicating her body. The toxin then drips off of me. She appears to do nothing but focus on me. I cease this opportunity to use Wish. I make my Wish, and eagerly await for it to revive my HP. As I await said event, McAlly comes rushing at me with a mighty punch. Eevees are weak to fighting-type moves. . .these are usually Punches or Kicks. This hits me with immense force. I scramble back, losing nearly half my HP.
I have specially been training in my Defensive and Special Attacking arts. During Eevee school, you get to choose what stats you want to optimize. You can choose immense training in certain stats, or a little bit of training in other stats. (If you play pokemon, these are EVs.) This is called EV training. You get to look at a list of possible training, and get to choose your favorite one, and take the classes accordingly.
She used Focus Punch on me. It is one of the riskiest moves in the game. You sacrifice one turn, and deliver a hard blow on the proceeding turn. I had never felt so much pain in my lifetime. My Wish kicks in, and fully restores my HP. McAlly exclaims some profanity under her breath. By this point, her poisoning has worsened, draining more and more HP every go-around. She has lost around 28% of her HP. It's anyone's game now.
Chapter 8: McAlly's Rein
I stare at my enemy in the eyes. A look of solid concentration is upon her face. I know what is coming next. I use Hidden Power Fighting-Type on her. She barely blinks. Then, like a shark after a seal, she hurdles towards me. The humdrum audience is now alive with an emotion only describable as 'wow'. McAlly is doing something never even attempted by the wisest Eevee. She is using a combination of moves that, if successful, could knock and opponent out in a heartbeat. The Quick Punch.
This unique technique begins like a normal Focus Punch. Immobile for a turn, they gather up strength. Then, if they survive their enemy's attack, they use Quick Attack. When they are just close enough, they put all of their energy into one Hp-draining punch. I've heard stories of people trying it on trees, rocks, and hills. It takes weeks--YEARS-- to master. I am purely dazed by her speed. The sky is a solid shade of black now. The stars are just becoming visible. . .something about this night makes me remember something.
When I was a newly-hatched Eevee, my mom would sing this lovely song to me. She called it 'The Stars are Here'...
'Hush, my darling.
Hush, my angel.
There is no need to fear.
Hope and joy is near.
Just look at that sky!
Stars up there so high!
So far but yet so near,
The stars are here.
'
When McAlly is some 50 feet away from me, I remember my plan. Their is only one move that Eevees know that can stop this KO(knock-out)ing attack. It is called Protect, and can only be obtained by cross breeding. I never knew what they would cross breed with, Eevees being the only Pokemon everywhere, but it is like that. This gene is carried by the males, and my father is a prime example.
By this point, McAlly is only 10 feet away from myself. I use Protect. The instant I do, a shield of a glowing yellow light forms in front of me. I look at it's swerving colors. It is a sparkly yellow, translucent wall with swirls of orange and pink that light up the night sky. The audience is at the edge of their seats...Noah actually fell off of his seat. McAlly is still charging at me, then POW! She strikes the force-field, and the impossible happens.
Chapter 9: The Beauty of Noah's Social Life
McAlly's attack shatters my protective force-field into a million little pieces. McAlly, still charging me, attacks my with a might Focus Punch. It's super effective. It's super painful. It's super deadly(dead in this game refers to having no HP). McAlly's eyes, ablaze with rage, meet mine, and for a split second, I can see the small demon of competition in them. She appears contented with her attack...so contented.
On the other hand, Noah had his own tale evolving after he evolved. Being a Leafeon was a new experience. It's not like he actually thought that he'd win. His body burned with raw energy; his legs danced with pure agility; he was a force to be reckoned with. As he played in a pile of leaves, his mind flashes back to training school.
"Alright students! Time to choose your classes!" the vice principal yells. Like a shark attacking a seal, the students hurdle forward, hoping to get a good class. Noah, a small Eevee wearing thick black glasses, waits until everyone else is gone. He then walks up to the sign-up sheet. Only one EV training area had a spot left, defensive sweeper. He hesitantly signs up for it. After adjusting his glasses several times, he walks into the classroom.
A chilling sensation trickles down his spine. The classroom is full of huge Eevees. Each one glares at this little scrawny thing that walks in. Noah nervously notes is his seat and goes to it. His classmates are surprisingly nice and friendly in this class. Some bold, some impish. Some adamant or relaxed. A few dared to be timid or even Jolly. Noah is Jolly in his nature, but to shy to express it. He rather shows it in his kind deeds and optimistic outlook.
When Noah's flashback ends, he falls off the bleachers. Why and how no one will know. When he finally becomes aware of his surroundings, he looks at me. There is an essence of kindness in the smile. He then looks at a tree, and sprints to it. He, now able to leap very high, jumps into it's numerous leaves and branches. He bathes himself in the Comptrik(not to be confused with the Shimtrik) leaves. These leaves are as soft as silk; they are used to make Pokesilk. He then adjusts himself to watch the match.
Getting back to real time, I stand still, immobilized in agony. The punch had been so hard that it temporarily paralyzed me. I regain usage of my feet several seconds later. I use Wish, praying that McAlly won't KO me in the next turn. Apparently, she didn't notice my move. As a result, she plans to do the Quick-Attack-Focus-Punch combination again. My Wish won't revive me with enough HP to survive another hit. If I want to win, I'll have to think of something and fast.
Chapter 10: So it Ends Here
I look around, panting...panicking...praying. I think to myself
what will I do? I only have 3% of my HP left. I can't lose, I just can't! This means the world to me! If I lost...I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D DO! This feeling of defeat passes over me. I feel like a sodden gym sock. I feel like a pimple on a teenager's face. I feel like I am nothing.
McAlly only has 23% of her HP due to her intoxication I bestowed upon her earlier in the match. I'm in a rut of confusion and frustration. McAlly's grim face is fixed upon me. I know that I'm going to loose. By this point, everyone knows that I will be defeated. My two brothers are asleep in the audience(of course). I wish I was Taylor, he always knows the right answer.
Still fi***ed upon my siblings, I watch Taylor awake. He then gets up to go somewhere, but where? Taylor had been very curious about this match. He's always curious about everything. Taylor was reading his novel, Humantails, durring the first two matches. Our mother made him put it down for our match. In the duration of the match, a question formed in his head. This question could save my chances of winning.
He gets up from his seat to talk to an official.
"Hi! I'm Taylor, Claire's older brother, and I'd like to ask you something," Taylor exclaimed.
"Ask away my dear fellow."
"Well, how did McAlly learn Focus Punch? Eevees nor any Eeveelution can learn that move."
"Oh well that is very simple, you see...well...umm..."
"I think that McAlly cheated."
"Yeah, you're probably correct."
"So are you going to do anything about it?"
"Maybe, but I want to see how this turns out first."
McAlly is ready to charge at me. I have one turn to KO her. One chance to make my dreams come true. One change to change my life for the better. Opportunities like this come once, maybe twice, in a lifetime, and I wasn't going to let myself loose it. I inhale as much Oxygen as I can. Then, I use my Ace move, Hidden Power Fight.
The attack drains McAlly's HP like a sink drains water. She faints, and I win! The audience returns the favor with a series of finally-we-can-go-home-and-sleep cheers. McAlly is given a Revive to wake her up. She then proceeds to shreik like a Coyote. She calls the audience "big *****ic losers" under her breath.
The official that Taylor talked to approaches her. His face has a look of deep seriousness.
"What do YOU want?" Mcally snarls.
"How did you learn Focus Punch? Eevees can't learn that move."
"Cause I'm special that's how!"
"You hacked your moves didn't you?"
"What's it to you?" McAlly doesn't seem to realize that this is an Official.
"Well, it means that you are to stay an Eevee for the next 29 levels. Also, you will have to clean this grimy stadium with your toothbrush."
"WHAT?!?!?!?"
"We take cheating very seriously here. You can get started on the stadium tomorrow morning."
"
"
She storms off in a huff. I then approach the wiseevee. He gives his speech, and asks me to choose what I want to evolve into. Without hesitation, I eat a rare candy near the icy rock. I then turn into a beautiful, icy blue silhouette of a Glaceon. After some 4 seconds, my evolution is complete.
"What would you like to be called Claire?" The wiseevee asks.
"Stella. S-T-E-L-L-A, Stella."
"My viewers, I give you Stella!" The audience then cheers and shouts in joy.
Chapter 11: Unexpected Vacations
The proceeding day was filled with excitement. Directly after the match, the winners, audience, and everyone else when right to bed. We all decided to sleep together at Rob's house for the night. The time was 12:06 am when the we arrived. We were ready for a magnificent night...with 0% sleep.
Noah's house is a quaint little place. His humble adobe is a small, 4 room hut. There is an azure kitchen, comprised of several ovens and exotic ingredients. Noah's mother's a professional chef. Her specialties include Tempiu, a delicious combination of strawberries and blueberries drizzled in a chocolate blanket of flavor, Engrenchi, a pasta with a special purple sauce, and anything with cheese.
The bathroom has a fine interior. Beige and an earthy green tiles cover the floor. The walls are striped with two shades of a mellow green. The porcelain sink-bathtub-toilet combination compliments the green interior. The bath tub also has a luxurious hot tub feature that my friends and I gladly exploited.
After we were washed up, they went into the den for a big, sleepy bash. Catching up with the here and now, it was 12:34 am. The den was almost invisible in the pure blackness of the night. It appears to be dark blue. Noah used to hate it when we asked to see his house. He has social issues, but evolving appears to have solved them.
"OK Noah, truth or dare!" I ask my nervous friend.
"Truth!" Noah squeemishly replies.
"Who was your first kiss with?"
"No one, I am still waiting."
"You gotta get out there man!" Keith exclaims.
"My turn, Keith truth or dare?" Noah questions.
"Dare!"
"I dare you to show us your braces!"
"C'mon! I don't want to!"
"You have to! I dared you!"
"OK, fine...here!"
Yes, Keith has braces. Eevee braces are unique. They appear inside the gum. These braces need to be on longer, by two months, but they are nearly impossible to see unless the user pulls them down. Keith pulls down his braces in a huff.
"HA! They are huge metal mouth," Noah says playfully.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Keith replies, blushing.
"OK Noah, that's long enough." Keith joyfully pulls his braces up.
"Hey guys, you want to know a secret?" Keith says.
"I heard that our parents are going to take us on a congratulation vacation to either the beach or the snowy mountains!"
"OH MY GOSH!" We all yell, remembering our religion. (-|-) This is big. This is so big. This is huge! HUGE! We never go on vacation! We're out of school now, so we won't even have make-up work! Finally, it's time for us to go on an adventure!
Chapter 12: Christine's Misfortune
YAYYY! We
are going on vacation! Noah's told us after breakfast! I am exuberant! But where? An icy island or a tropical mountain? What...that isn't right...
"I say we go skiing on an icy mountain!" Keith yells!
"No, no! Sunbathing in a tropical island," Noah interjects. I now realize where I went wrong above.
"Let's go skiing on a tropical island!" Christine sarcastically suggests. Christine is Noah's older cousin. She is an extremely attractive Umbreon. She's visiting Noah for the weekend, and to see his match. She was packing as we say this.
It's early Sunday morning. We are not tired at all despite our lack of sleep. Clouds are looming on the horizon of the seemingly flawless azure sky. The sunbeams peak through the indentations in the wall as if saying good morning to us. The quaint cottage seems to glisten with the idea of a bright new day. The morning is complimented by a crisp April breeze.
We sit at a mahogany table in the center of the dinning/family room. Christine is IMing her friend in Iceland, where she lives.
CHRISTINEBABY13: Ugg...I have 2 go home 2day. I love it down here! It's so much warmer than where we r, but I miss u!
KKK123: Thanx! Anyway, did ur lil bro win?
CHRISTINEBABY13: [/COLOR] Yeah. He became a leafeon named noah. . .gtg! BYE:bye-bye!
KKK123: K! Love ya ;)
"Hey Stella! Don't read my IMs!" She then closes her laptop.
"OK, sor-ry! Anyway, I say skiing! I LOVE the snow!"
"Yeah, the ice-dog love snow!" Noah says. Grass is weak to fire and ice.
"NOOO! But?! No Mom! I don't want to stay with Noah's family for another month! I don't care if they are going on vacation! I don't want to be stuck with a bunch of babies that just heard me yell this! Mom?! MOM! She hung up." Christine then explains her misfortune to us. Apparently the looming clouds are supposed to result in a storm, canceling her plane. Noah's family is tight on money, so they can only book a flight a month before hand.
I guess Christine is going to be joining us.
Vroom went the car...Doomed was I
After much debate, my family finally decided on going to Mt. Legend. Christmas is dawning, so it is a great ski resort. There is supposed to be some odd Pokemon in it...but then again, Christine thrives of creeping us out.
Right now we are in my mom's van. It's a nice car. It has a deep-green coating of paint that glistens like an evergreen tree alight with snow. The interior of the car has a slippery, gray lining. The leather always looks sodden with morning dew. The windows are tinted a faint cyan with a lower blue lining. A GPS, 31 MPH, and an in-ride computer with internet complete the seemingly perfect car. The only flaw is the fact that my two brothers are joining us.
Taylor and Jeff are, as said before, like yin and yang. Now normally they can settle down if only I am in the car, but the presence of Noah and Keith seem to eradicate all possibilities of an enjoyable car trip. Noah and Taylor are two of a kind, Keith and Jeff are also a package, or so it would seem.
Noah and Taylor are sitting together. Right now they are debating about silver and gold investments. Taylor took dibs on gold.
"Gold has increased by nearly 500 dollars!" Taylor debated.
"A 10% rise, whereas silver, a cheaper mineral, has gone up adjacent to 50%!" Noah replied.
"Whereas and adjacent isn't a real word, right?" Jeff asked, fruitlessly trying to get into the conversation.
"First of all, it'd be aren't real words. Second of all, whereas is a real term. Third of all, leave us alone," Taylor braved to say.
Jeff, from the other side, reaches over Noah, Keith, and I to attack Taylor. Taylor's eyes then become two glaring mangoes(Yes, I thought it'd be 'mangos' too.) Jeff then returns to his seat with a look of unworthy accomplishment on his face. Taylor abruptly stops talking. He signs something to Noah, and they both quiet down.
The car is then submerged in Christine's headphone-less Ipod music. 'Heartless' by Taylor Swiftemon comes on. Christine give Noah a lol-you-like-her smile. His face turns bright red.
"Calm down ****emon," Christine exclaims from the front seat. She turns the song up.
"You use focus punch on my heart. You say you care. You say you know. But your just quick attacking two and fro! How does it feel? Is this real! You leave me heartless. Heartless."
"TURN THAT OFF CHRISTINE!" Noah's father yelled. Christine mumbles something just out of earshot.
Airborne
After 3 more hours of tedious bickering amongst my friends and brothers, we had arrived. My mother calls for us to get out and get our bags. Taylor, who had not undone Jeff's prank the entire car ride, steps out and fixes his wedgied underwear.
"Smooth..." Christine says under a giggle at Taylor. Keith and Noah finally begin talking to me.
We engage in conversation about Mt. Legend as we enter the Pokeport. I, tuning out of the conversation, take a gander at the glorious Pokeport's exterior. It is a large building. It was a large, dome-like figure. It was composed mostly off chrome. Several windows were seen at the top. And oh how it gleams in the sunlight! It glistens with the sparkle of a million comments wafting through the night sky.
"Hello? You there Stella?" Keith exclaims.
"Yeah...just zoned out for a second there" I replied, blushing. The three parents call us in.
The interior is pretty much like the outside of it, but inverted. The walls are still chrome with windows on the top. The walls are painted with amazing murals of airplanes, Eevees, and landscapes all around. They are done in a white-only outline with hints of black here and there. The windows, as I now realize, are in odd shapes that together form a mosaic of shapes and blue hues.
We walk to the front office. My mother buys us 6 kid tickets, 1 semi-adult-but-not-yet ticket for Christine, and 6 adult tickets.
"That will be 3253 dollars" the ticket person drones. My parents, much to our surprise, show no sign of shock. They each pay the lady 1000 dollars. Then Christine pays $253 more. As we walk, our parents explain that the winning parents get $5,000 each to celebrate their Eevee's evolving!
After the interminable Pokeport security checks, we were finally on the plane. Our parents had gotten us each an organic meal from "Eat-O-Ganic". What tasteless glup. Alphalpa or something lettuce on a vegetable hamburger with pesticide-free ketchup. I am never eating there again, at least until I get older.
I am sitting next to Noah and Keith. Christine is wedged between my two brothers, and the parents are sitting all across the 2nd row. I love airplanes with 3 rows. We are sitting in the largest one in the center. Noah is messing around with something on the computer. I peer over...
BASIC DATA 3.1.6:
F(x)=(6*6/|x-43|*[x(x-8*x/7)])^2
I'm going to stop now...
"Keith, what are you doing?"
"Trying to interpret what Noah is typing," Keith ironically replies. Noah this signs for us to look at his computer. On the screen, we see a video of a cat running, then being attacked by a dog. The Pac-Man theme begins to play. The title screen for 'Cat-Man', Noah's game project, comes up. He passes the computer to myself. I get up to level 3 before I let myself loose.
It's late at night. I've always loved flying at night. The lights, a million stars dancing below. Just as the lights seem to lull me to sleep, a loud crash wakes me up.
"Attention Pokemon, we are having some issues with our right wing. Please keep your seatbelts on, and put all electronics away." I look across my mom's lane to see the right wing. There isn't one.
We're Going DOWN!
I began to panic. Where was it? Where was the wing? Did I not see it? I hear a loud 'EEREESH!'. The plane begins to spiral across the sky.
"Attention passengers. ATTENTION. The right wing has fallen off. We are going down. Please put on your oxygen masks, and brace for impact. Thank you." Everyone began to bustle about the plane. It was hard to really protect yourself in a capsized plane going into the ocean.
Noah is praying for the plane's safety. Keith is freaking out. I am horrified. Keith grabs Noah and myself. We stay huddled together in a half prayer, half safer group. I always wondered how I was going to die. And now I know. This is how I am going to die. This is it. . .oh my gosh. Not now, not like this.
A flight attendant begins to speak, "Pokemon, please use your powers to save your lives. Thank you." The swerving plane jerks two and fro. Use our powers? We just got them! I have to think of something. There has to be something. I can't do this. There is to much pressure. Let me think. Who is good under pressure?
Noah is no longer praying. His mind appears to be submerged into some sort of trans. Then, at the top of his lungs, he screams.
"EVERYONE! ALL ESPEON! USE YOUR POWERS TO MAKE A FORCE FIELD AROUND THE PLANE. COMBINE YOU'RE ABILITIES. JOLTEONS, TRY TO GET THE PLANE RUNNING ELECTRICALLY AGAIN. GLACEONS AND FLAREONS, WORK TOGETHER TO MAKE SOME SORT OF METALLIC OBJECT TO REPLACE THE WING. VAPOREONS, TRY TO USE THE WATER TO CUSHION OUR FALL. LEAFEONS...JUST SIT DOWN. WE REALLY HAVE NO USE RIGHT NOW. GO! GO! GO!'
I suppose that in the panic, nobody payed attention to the fact that the speaker was an incompetent 13-year-old. The Eevees worked together in a clash of picture-perfect harmony. All was going to plan! It was seemingly perfect...why does that feel wrong?
Marooned, but not really
In the interminable clash and clamor, the door to the pane somehow opened. Noah, who was up front directing everyone, myself, who wanted to help Noah, and Keith, who did not want to be alone, felt a quick jerk. I hugged them tightly as we fell out of the vehicle. We saw it fly off; Noah's plan had worked...yay?
I am screaming. We are going to plummet onto an island from some 5000 or so feet in the air. My eyes are bolted shut by instinct. I think to myself, this is how I am going to die. My life flashes before my eyes...all my woes, joys, and memories would never again life. My entire being would only exist in the shadows of people's minds, blocked away in hopes of removing the interminable sorrow. NO!
"Dear Lord, please please please please save us. I wish that you will save my friends and myself because---" a strong force cut all three of us, as we prayed in union, off.
Where am I? I appear to be in a large white area of vast beauty. I look down at my figure, my radiant, icicle fur glistening in the light. Slowly, the colorlessness eludes into a almost-tropical island. I once more look at my body. I appear unscathed. I look around in search of my company.
"Noah, Keith? HELLO?"
To my luck, I find them both a few paces behind me. Noah appeared fine, short of some dents in his spectacles. Keith, however, was not as lucky. His leftmost paw appeared to be sprained or broken. It twitched in an alien fashion. We help him to his feet.
"Aww, that hurt like heck!" Keith exclaims, "Man, is my leg okay?"
"Can you move it?" Noah then replies.
"Yeah, kind of...OUCH!"
"Noah, you stay here with Keith; I'll go look for something to aid his wounds."
I enter the somewhat dense forest. For the first time, I look around. We were in a large island. We had landed on a beach. A dense forest of palm-trees and undergrowth is in the center of the island. A large mountain, covered in fog, looms in the center. I collect some palm leaves from a shorter tree. I then return to Keith.
"Hey Keith! I got some palms. You might want to wrap then around your leg."
Noah assists him. After warning him that he will feel a slight pinch, I spawn a beam of ice from my mouth. The leaf shutters at the ice's touch. Keith follows suit. The ice holds well...no signs of wilting yet.
"Noah, what do you think happened?" I ask in the meantime.
"I think Keith broke his leg..."
"No, I mean about us surviving a million foot drop."
"Hmm, perhaps the wind was just right so that we would not die. Or we landed on some palms or..."
"Noah, that didn't happen. You know that! Their is no wind today, and we landed far from the palms. Even if those were true, we would not have been uninjured by the plummet!"
"Well, it could be that 'they' helped us."
"They?"
Noah sighs, "They are Pokemon that are not Eevees. It was told that in the beginning, their were other Pokemon. Dragons, and bugs, and rock, and ground types...and many more. They were said to have died out after the Ice-age."
"But how?"
"I don't know," Noah interrupts, "but it is the best answer I have."
A New Species?! Dratini: The Dragon-Type Pokemon
It takes a while, but fear finally sets in. "What are we going to do for food?! For water, clothes, everything!"
"Relax, Stella," Keith says with abnormal calmness. "If ****-a here's right, then there are other pokemon here. That means that they are able to survive here. As such, there is food and water somewhere. . ."
"Somewhere isn't good enough, Keith!"
"He's right though. Algae usually points towards magnetic fields, including traces of minerals and irons in water. By this, we know which way to go."
Noah starts walking two and fro, and we follow. It's a blunt, sad truth that even he probably has no idea what he's talking about, but for Keith to be so lax? It seems odd. . .
Where are we, anyways? We landed on a beach, I know that much. And there seems to be some forestry in the center of the island--if this even is an island. But other than that, it's a mystery. Then again, it's sort of exciting. I've never had something like this happen before! It's thrilling. . .my adrenaline is rushing with anticipation! And we'll be famous if we get out of here! I can see it now "3 Eevees Discover Extinct Pokemon Species!". This is great! Great, great, great!
I'm lying to myself.
"Hey, four-eyes!"
"What metal-mouth?"
"I was just wondering if you found anything."
"No, not yet. You should try to be more patient with these things. . .it's not like you're helping or anything."
"So-rry your
Lordship! It's just, there nothing I can help you with. I'm no 'stupid'. " The sarcasm ran thick through the air like oxygen.
"Will you guys stop that! I'm scared out of my mind, and you two still find time to argue?!"
"Yes," they both said, dumbfounded. "However," Noah started, "we have to start thinking about this. The plane got away safely, so they'll probably realize when we when missing and roughly where. We'll be saved in a week, tops. Also, we're aware that there are probably other species here."
"A-are you all Eewees?" a small voice asks. I turn around, Noah and Keith micking the action. "Who are you?" "I'm Dwatiny, and I dwon't wave a nwame!"
". . .So they are real. . ."
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