An eevee ran
through the night. Behind him were three pursuers. Bolts of electricity shot at
him, attempting to stop him. He evaded them skillfully for the honor of his
family line. It would shame the Sertma Trien, greatly if he did not deliver
such a small package. The package hung around his neck, small and rectangular.
He had to guard it with his life. He ran with all of his might, trying to shake
the three jolteon from his trail. He skillfully maneuvered around trees,
finally coming to a complete stop behind one of the massive boulders that this
region of the country was known for. He slowed his breathing, and remained
silent as the stars. He heard the jolteon slow as well when they found that
their quarry had vanished. They talked in loud, gruff tones as they tried to
figure out where the eevee had gone. They finally decided that he had gotten
away and ran back to whatever vile place they came from. Once their footsteps'
soft paddings were no more haunting his ears, he peeked around the boulder.
Declaring in his mind that the coast was clear, he cautiously stepped out from
behind the boulder, and started jogging in the correct direction again. As he
jogged, his mind started wandering, wondering why jolteon would have interest
in the small package around his neck. He held it in his paw, turning it over, wondering
at the contents it hid. He stopped doing so, as it would probably cause him to
become so curious that he would have to open it. He jogged around yet another
boulder- only to find a jolteon waiting for him. The jolteon shot lightning at
him, sending electricity through his body before he had time to react. He fell
to the ground.
"Well,
well well," the jolteon said, "It seems that eevee aren't as
intelligent as I thought."
The other two
jolteon circled around the fallen messenger. He pushed himself back to all four
paws.
"I have
never failed to deliver a message," he said defiantly. "And you three
aren't enough to stop me this time."
"So says
you. . . Now, give me that package."
"What
would you want with it?" the eevee said, trying to stall. The Jolteon
barked a laugh.
"That's
none of your business, boy!"
The messenger
gritted his teeth, trying to think. He had to get away, but how? He glanced
around, trying to find anything that would aid him, but found nothing. His ears
drooped. The jolteon smirked.
"Just
hand it over, and we'll be on our way without any quarrel, unless you choose to
be defiant. . . in which case. . ."
He produced a
stone from the pouch around his neck. It was light green, with a lightning bolt
pattern in the center. It seemed to be filled with a mysterious energy that
radiated from it like light from the sun. The messenger eevee's mouth dropped
open. It was a thunderstone. One touch from that stone, and the eevee would
become a jolteon.
"You
wouldn't," he said, all the while knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that
they would, if necessary. The jolteon merely smirked again and stepped closer.
The eevee backed up.
"C'mere,
boy."
"No!"
With a sudden
burst of speed, the messenger darted away from the jolteon. The three let out
surprised yelps and took off after him. Now they were sure to make him evolve
if or when they caught him. He ran, faster than he ever had before, knowing his
whole future was at stake. He would not become a servant of the fickle
Jolteon Nation. He ran for what seemed an eternity, letting fear fuel his
speed. At last he glanced behind his shoulder. The jolteon were farther away
now, perhaps an entire league away. He knew they would be upon him quickly
enough, though, if he slowed. He was starting to tire, and that meant they
would get their filthy paws on the package around his neck. He couldn't get
away. It was only a matter of time before they caught him. With this
revelation, he put on yet another burst of speed, coming to the peak of a large
hill. From this vantage point, he spotted an eevee tribe's encampment. At that
point, he knew what he had to do. He had to give the package to another
messenger here to complete the delivery. Looking back at the jolteon, he
noticed not only that they were closer, but they seemed to have multiplied.
There were over twenty jolteon now. Horrified, the eevee realized that the
tribe below was in danger of a raid. Way too many eevee tribes had already been
raided by jolteon for yet another to fall prey. Usually, tribes that suffered
this fate vanished completely, never to be seen again. Rumors were heard that
they were abducted into the raiding jolteon tribe to become a servant of that
tribe. The messenger shuddered, then, suddenly determined to prevent this fate,
ran down the hill to warn the tribe completely ignorant of the danger at hand
below.
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"Are you
awake?"
"Go away.
I'm trying to sleep."
"But it's
important!"
Jayla lifted
one eyelid, annoyed that someone was waking her this late at night. Seeing it
was Hector, she rolled her eyes. Hector was an unusual eevee in the fact that
his fur was uncommonly fluffy. It reached almost a half-a-meter out from his
tiny body, then fluffed out, like a mareep's wool. This created an almost comic
appearance. But, underneath all that fur, were serious brown eyes. Jayla
herself was an uncommonly beautiful eevee. Her parents always joked that she
could make an Espeon turn his gaze. Her fur had a sheen on it that made it look
like it was glowing. Her delicate ears curved to pretty, elegant points. Her
gorgeous green eyes seemed to give a peek into a complex soul. Exasperated, she
stood up.
"What is
it?"
"There's
a messenger eevee that says there's a jolteon raid coming!"
This got
Jayla's attention. Raids were feared in all eevee tribes. They were said to
exist for the sole purpose of recruiting new members of a tribe. Jolteon
warriors would take thunderstones into eevee tribes, causing any eevee they
found to evolve and add another warrior to their army. This caused their
numbers to increase, causing the large tribes to separate into smaller tribes,
creating more and more jolteon tribes that would go out and raid more eevee
tribes. The more jolteon tribes there were, the more likely the jolteon were to
wipe out the eevee tribes altogether. Jayla feared that this might be the fate
of the entire eevee civilization if nothing were done by the eevee prime, or
eevee ruler, Prime Zanzedaleo. Jayla bounded out of her tent where she found
eevee already packing everything to flee. Some eevee were just abandoning their
things and running. Jayla ran to the center of encampment where she found the
Ledonu, or leader of the tribe, and the Cozzeral, or the military leader of the
tribe, talking to an eevee that looked worn from travel. Jayla saw Ledonu
Jentril summon a messenger. The travel worn eevee gave the messenger the
package around his neck, along with instructions that Jayla couldn't hear.
Jayla's mother ran to her from the crowd. Hector, his parents, and his brother
ran beside her.
"What's
going on?" Jayla asked.
"You have
to go. Now!" Her mother answered.
"What?
Why?"
"There is
a tribe of Jolteon coming. There is no time for you to waste. You must go with
Hector's family. I must stay here with your father and help the others
pack."
"I'll
help you," Jayla said.
"No,
Jayla," Garet, Hector's brother, said. "You and the rest of the
children's safety is the most important thing right now. You have to come with
us."
Jayla noticed
that a few adult eevee were herding the children of the tribe away.
"No. I
won't leave Momma and Papa," she said defiantly.
"You have
to. Sorry," Garet said.
She just stood
there, stubbornly.
"This
isn't accomplishing anything, sweetheart," her mother said. "Time is
dwindling, and you're just causing us even more peril."
Jayla sighed,
and nodded.
"Come on,
then!" Hector said across his shoulder as he started running toward the
group of children. Jayla followed, but reluctantly. The group started moving.
The adults kept the children running. They finally reached the top of one of
the hills the encampment had been set up between, and Jayla looked back. She
gasped at what she saw. The jolteon were already upon the encampment, causing
havoc. Tents were overturned and torn. Flashes of light shone as various eevee
evolved into jolteon. Eevee scampered away from the camp, hoping to escape the
madness. Jayla noticed one in particular. It was the messenger from the center
of town. He had a package tied around his neck, and, instead of running with
pure terror, he ran with purpose. Hector interrupted her wonderings with a
small push.
"We have
to keep moving!" he said, his fluffy fur brushing her as he walked beside
Jayla. She nodded and started running, but glanced back one more time, hoping
to catch a glimpse of the messenger again. Instead of the messenger, she saw a
group of jolteon start running toward the group of children, all carrying
thunderstones in their mouths. Her eyes widening in terror, Jayla screamed,
"RUN!
The jolteon are almost upon us!"
I’ve been
working on this fic for months. I hope it’s okay. Please review! Thank you!