The Loyal Cry of Sister
     Written by Aspendragon


	 A month ago, my flareon finally had her pups! Yep, I let her come with me, hey! I couldn’t help it. She followed 
me.She mated with my umbreon four months ago. She was called Sugar, due to her super pale mane and tail. I called my 
umbreon Zander. Now, Sugar had four pups, which I decided to evolve them into espeon, vaporeon, and jolteon. I adored the 
eevee evaluations. But, what would I evolve the smallest one, the runt of litter. I named her Sister, because she was gifted 
with tenderness and affection. She had sky blue eyes and had a silky mane, and soft, chocolate brown fur. Her other two 
sisters were Cocoa and Lady. Their only brother was Ice, I don’t know why I named him that, I just thought it suited him. I 
was sure that Ice would make a perfect jolteon, Lady would be perfect as a vaporeon, and Cocoa would make a great espeon. 
And my little Sister would be fine the way she was. After a few days, the small pups played, never fought or argued with each 
other, and Zander and Sugar were fantastic parents. That’s when two strangers appeared, they said to hand over the 
pokemon, meaning all of them and nobody would get hurt. I refused. They sent out an overgrown, dark scyther and a dark 
arbok. They lunged at me, I put me head under my arms, to shield the attacks from my head and the pokemon. I jerked 
around when I heard a cry of pain. Sugar lay at my side, already bleeding from head to foot from the strong poison stings 
from arbok and the slashes from the scyther. The strangers laughed. Zander ran to Sugar’s side, but quickly dashed after the 
two attacking pokemon. But was easily pushed aside. Also another bloody bundle. The four pups didn’t know what to do. If 
their parents failed, they would most certainly fail too. I cried as I commanded for them to run away. After staring at me for 
what seemed like an hour. They refused to scamper away, but instead stood their ground and glared at the two dark pokemon. 
Ice charged first, starting out with bite. Lady followed with Quick Attack so did Cocoa. Sister, knowing little, charged with 
Tackle. But, being quicker, I grabbed her and put her inside my jacket and called for my pokemon. They refused to turn 
around. The two dark pokemon knocked one by one to the ground, where the strangers netted each pokemon and ran away, 
without a backwards glance. As the days wore on, I began to feel grateful that I still had my Sister. She too, felt grief, being 
younger, she didn’t understand what happened back there. Three days later. Sister became capable of learning some attacks, 
but it was foolish to go after an organization with thousands of powerful pokemon, so, I began training different types of 
pokemon. By the end of two weeks, I had a strong nidoking and a loyal arcanine. Sister decided to stay the same, for which I 
do not know why. The next day, we barely searched for the strangers, for they found me! After releasing their pokemon, I 
was shocked, it was Sister’s family, lined up. They growled at the three pokemon and me. I called each of their names. But 
they didn’t flinch to the names, they were completely brainwashed. But, that night, I would never forget, the evolved forms 
attacked only Sister, Sister cried out, warning my nidoking and arcanine off. With tears in their eyes, they obeyed and backed 
off. I’ve heard of family issues, but this was sickening. I watched hopelessly as Sister was killed that night. But she did not go 
in vain. For successfully gained the family’s mind back. They came to their senses later that night, and refused to fight. The 
strangers warned them. They refused. Each one of them had a bullet in their head that night. After killing the last one, the 
strangers pointed their guns at me. If this was my last night, I admitted to myself, and said out loud, ‘Pokemon are the best 
of friends for anyone to have, and later, The Good will be rewarded, and Bad with therefore be punished!’ That night, my 
last two pokemon, made the ultimate sacrifice. When the first shot of the battle rang through the air, I closed my eyes. 
When I opened them again, my arcanine and beloved nidoking lay before me, so did the strangers. By the time the police 
arrived, everyone was buried. Even the strangers. After explaining to the police, they asked me one final question. ‘Why did 
you bury them?’ they asked. I said, ‘They were people, no matter how big or small, good or evil, they will always be sources 
of souls, for every person and pokemon have light in their hearts, a light which cannot ever go out!’ Years later, I revisited 
the gravesite. And remembered those memories, which I will always cherish and never forget. 

In memory of those who died for our rights in the USA!

My motto is- No heart, No friends. What’s your motto?