Only the Wind
Summary: Whenever reckless trainers uses all evolution stones on a young shiny eevee, a horrible side-effect takes place. Though it appeared as if there was no more life in the pokemon's eyes, not everything is how it seemed. The new eeveelution continues to linger on Earth, hoping to finish what she was meant to live for by going on an important journey, however, her time is limited. (Adventure/Supernatural/Friendship)
Pokemon POV Story
"Only the Wind"
Prologue: "I'll Miss the Warmth"
[Only the prologue will be written in first person]
"Life inside the little cottage seemed to the very nice. I didn't mind it and most of the time, I felt very relaxed there. My owner was a pokemon breeder, but some of the other humans would say that she was a little behind in the times. She was an old human, though she always knew the best for everything. The cottage was always covered with small patches of hay that were a beautiful shade of gold. On each patch, she would gently place a single egg and each of them were just waiting eagerly to experience the great gift of life. You would not believe how many different colors the eggs were. There was probably one of every color, maybe a few with spots, one with stripes, and some with weird patterns that I can't even pronounce.
My owner and I would wait patiently until they would hatch and it was an amazing feeling to see new faces regularly. Once they were old enough, my owner would give them to younger humans who were probably going to start a journey. I hated to see them go, but I was happy that they had an adventurous life coming their way.
It was always very warm inside the cottage and it had a soothing orange glow that came from the small fireplace. It gave the room a warm tint that made me feel extremely comfortable. I fell asleep right in front of the fire every night. I wished every Eevee could experience the splendor of this haven inside the cottage. My owner's Ninetails was usually the one who ignited the flames and she often kept the eggs nice and warm with her fur. I loved the Ninetails like she was my own mother, though she never let me call her: "Mom." She preferred that I call her "Inari", the nickname that our owner gave to her. I did not have a nickname. I wished Master would have given me one, but I was happy with "Eevee."
Master would show me pictures of all of the evolutions that my kind would eventually turn into. It honestly took me awhile to slightly understand human-made things, but I enjoyed spending time with my owner. Inari was even gifted enough to understand what the black markings were saying! Anyway, Master would tell me about each of the evolutions. I memorized each of them! Jolteon, Flareon, Vaporeon, Umbreon, Espeon, Glaceon, Leafeon, and Sylveon. My master would always stop after the eight because apparently the rest of the evolutions were on a page that was missing. There was so many to choose from already! To think that I would be able to become one of those! I told Inari that I wanted to become a Flareon one day, because I admired the warmth she gave to all of us. Being a fire type, I would be more like family to Inari and maybe she would even consider me to be like a daughter.
Master kept all the objects that would trigger an evolution in a special room. I always wanted to sneak in there but I was way too small to reach the knob that Master used to get inside.
Though life at the cottage was wonderful, there were still so many things that I wished for. I had never been outside before. I've never felt the grass underneath my paws, the sun in my face, nor the cool waters from the stream. The only time I am able to feel the breeze is when Master opens a window. Whenever trainers would visit, I would have to stay in the bedroom. My owner never wanted anyone to see me. Inari told me that Master just wanted to protect me and she has had many of her pokemon stolen from her throughout her life. I was also told that I was not like other Eevee. I had a very unique coloration and that was something that most of the humans wanted to possess. I never thought much of the term "Shiny Pokemon." I was just...Me. I respected Master's wishes, but I still prayed that I could get a taste of the outside world one day. Maybe even have my own adventure.
I had gotten used to my life inside of the cottage, but everything has a downfall somewhere. There came a day where a new group of human children came to visit our cottage to receive a Pokemon. They were not to arrive until a few hours later, so my owner left to collect more food for us. The young humans came early though, and being reckless kids, they probably let themselves inside by prying the door open. Master was still away and she always brought Inari with her.
It scared me when the bedroom door flew open and I saw the unfamiliar face of a human. I had never seen another human up close, so I had no idea what to do. I curled my tail around me and lowered my head in fear, hoping he would leave me alone. The human picked me up, and gave me a few scratches on the head, which felt great! He greeted me and said very kind words to me. This confused me, since I thought that other humans were supposed to be cruel. This was the type of people I was forced to avoid? There was no way! I nuzzled the human's face in response and let a little "yip." People love cute noises. I began to feel startled again whenever he carried me away from the safeness of the bedroom. He proceeded to alert the other humans and lifted me high into the air, showing me off to all of them.
Their faces were engulfed with awe as they all approached me. I got tugs on my tail, ears and nose. At least the pets and light scratches slightly made up for the roughness of the young humans. One of the boys chuckled as he ran towards the door that contained all of the evolutionary objects. I began to get worried when he disappeared into the room, so I struggled to get out of the human's arms. I clawed at their skin, wiggled around, and bit their fingers until I was freed. I scrambled around for a while since the cottage was pretty small, and I almost caused one of the pokemon eggs to break, so I knew I could not risk one of them shattering.
The humans left the front door open, so I took the opportunity to escape through there. The sun was blinding, but the heat was one of the best feelings that I have ever felt in my life. The rock path that lead to the cottage felt really weird on my feet, but the rough texture massaged the bottom of my paws every time I took a step. The new smells and sights were too much of a distraction, because I had slowed down. One of the humans managed to tackle me, and knocked me to the ground. I let out a cry of despair. I had no idea what they were going to do with me. When two more humans caught up to us... they all gave suggestions of what to in this situation.
One said just to bring me back so they won't get in trouble, one said that they wanted me for themselves, and then it all became a storm of arguments. My ears were flattened against my head, and I could not help but whimper a few times. I just wanted to go back home. Finally, the last kid had caught up to the group. He held a bag tightly in his hands and a large smile was stretched upon his face.
I whimpered again when this human showed all of his friends that he had collected all of the stones required to evolve me. Another wave of arguments crashed in my ears. The popular vote was that they wanted to evolve me into an Umbreon by using the Moon Shard. I did not want this! If they wanted to evolve me at all, evolve me into a Flareon! Oh how I wished that humans could understand me! Then, one of the boys suggested that they use all of the stones just to see what happens.
One of them objected since they were not quite sure about the outcome, but most of them still wanted to go along with it. The human who found me held the thunderstone, firestone, and waterstone; another held the moon shard and the sun shard; and the last boy held the ice rock and the moss rock. The fourth human picked me up by the scruff of my neck and pushed me closer to the others.
I held my breath and closed my eyes when they began to countdown. My paws were shaking like crazy. Once they said "1" I felt all the stones touch my body. One on my forehead, three on my belly, and two on each of my upper legs. I don't remember much about what happened next, but I can still recall the last few feelings that I had. At first, it felt like I was surrounded in a thick warm blanket. When I opened my eyes, my entire body was surrounded with light. A few seconds later, it felt like my fur was on fire, then I felt like bolts of electricity filled my body, and I smelled something foul. The last thing I remember was my body feeling like it was made of ice and I could not move. I could not open my eyes if I wanted to. After a while, I no longer felt pain, and it seemed like I was floating within a dream world for the longest time.
When I "woke" up again, I still felt nothing. Not even warmth. Things were definitely different, but I did not understand what even happened."