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Little Stories About EeveeLution{Chapter 6: Two contrasts and two ways of harmony.}

At some point you will find  :

Verity, the child, was humming the words. Singing, the child was singing the last song he remembered.

A soft wind, gently blowing through the old things. Blowing through the silver fur, the boy looked up at the sky, counting the seconds that passed. In just a few seconds, the green eyes lit up, so quickly. At that moment, certain words came out with more emphasis, “It’s time, so fast huh?” It was time for the child to prepare for the trip to Kalos , the shapes from the two figures that had long since disappeared returned. With excitement, the child tried to restrain himself, he would have a plan.

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Walking down the road, sighing, so annoyed, Verity walked quickly. It was longer than the child thought, or expected. The older child knew everything had to be quick, before seeing Vivian and her sister again. Needed to find the police as soon as possible, the return was too much. Verity had deliberately  gotten lost after getting off the train, it was too difficult, to find someone in the dark. It was all so bad, so bad.

Fast, and more urgent, need to find.

The silver Eevee's steps were hurried and worse, it would and had high self-esteem. Using his eyes to see, he coughed to find the right path. His eyes were really sore, coughing continuously, the red liquid was taking up more space on his hand.

The child has lost something, and this is how he finds it again, someone who has been lost .

Too dizzy, the frustrations were mounting. The old emotions were trying to cling to the last hopes, trying, too hard when he was no longer sad. What was left, the Child was too far away or lacked a certain patience. Making him sad, it had been too long since Verity had wanted to cry, it was too painful, every moment of searching was strangling the heart that had gone cold.

Cutting off, cutting off the distant thoughts, the child collapsed, before a Glaceon girl. She gently caressed the boy and brought him back.

Tears of the sky  :

Slowly, passing through the puddles, the remnants of the sky still remained on the ground. 'What are they lingering over?' a thought flashed through the girl's mind. It was just too careless, walking, did the blue of the sky match the color of her fur?

Oh god, she was too distracted with work. She just needed to find something important to bring back. Not too long ago an accident had taken too many lives in this small town. The girl sighed, heavier, she didn't know anyone, not really sad, but for the sake of it, she should still go around.

Some of the injured blamed someone else for being distant. Too annoying, to have to hear them say it all again.

Run far, and faster to get out of that village. Standing by the lake, only the gentle light of the moon, reflecting her shape. Touching the water, just so cool, she likes and hates that coldness, even as a Glaceon she sometimes has an aversion to the cold, it has taken something important from her. Try to ignore the coldness of the water, try to soak in the lake? She is so stupid. Dragging her cold feet on the ground, as she walks around trying to relax, it is so lonely and quiet maybe she likes it.

She left, and then the emotions in her heart suddenly became strangely and unreasonably choked. Strangely, in her vision, a figure was standing by the lakeside, there must be some strange problem with her eye resolution, right? No one would actually leave the house late at night, thinking about this, the Glaceon girl laughed at herself, after all, she was the same.

Stepping closer, as gently as possible, not wanting to cause trouble. The person had already noticed the abnormalities and left, she just sighed, it didn't really matter anyway, right? Was it confusing? Sighing more as she drove back, the girl saw her colleague, oh yes, was that Bella? Too tired to care about that girl.

Just let the silence last longer.

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Wandering again, Too many problems huh? To be honest with herself, more walking, no real destination. She was still on her day off, Only stopping when she saw her colleague from last night sleeping on the chair with a newspaper on her face, not too much waiting for the Glaceon girl to snatch the paper faster. “Hey, don’t be so polite Noelle” the woken girl said, with obvious annoyance on her face and a tone containing a bit of sarcasm. The Glaceon girl just glared and replied “Yes, how many times have you said that? Do you really think you deserve to relax? Do your duty first.” at the end Noelle gave off a bit of a chill to warn, she could completely freeze the person in front of her without much problem. “Oh yes yes, you are too annoying, too cruel too ice lady .” The Leafeon girl named Bella said with sarcasm, there were many things that made Noelle want to rip the neck of the person in front of her. A girl who was too arrogant or indifferent, Noelle hated this conversation, hated talking to her. The Glaceon girl threw the newspaper at Bella and said the last sentence to this person “Too many problems, don’t say such contradictory words to Miss Bella, your lack of cooperation is the biggest trouble to the young policemen who will soon join and me.” She said as she left, no matter how far she went she could hear the imitation of her words from her annoying colleague.

Across the lake  :

Noelle, who was lying on the ground, was tired again. She had been sleep deprived for a longer period of time than she thought, maybe months. A stranger with orange and yellow fur and deep blue eyes, someone she would never have thought would be imprinted in her mind. The young man who could master the Flareon species, she thought not really sure because her resolution was very poor. Sitting next to her, this person was quite shy, hesitating for a long time before trying to speak. This fact made her want to laugh a little, he was quite adorable like that.

A long pause, or just silence. He finally uttered his first words, “Yes… hel-… hello-…?” he said so smoothly, she giggled as she said “Yes hello, why are you so nervous young man? Oh are you afraid I’ll do something too much? If so, don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you.” Her voice had a teasing tone at the end, some other strange thing, she felt so comfortable with this lovely stranger. Something that made her feel good about him for the first time, a very strange thing.

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Staring at the thoughts that had long since flown away, the Flareon stranger felt embarrassed and wanted to slap himself for talking to the person lying on the ground. It was so unusual for him to be the one to start the conversation, the hesitation mixed with shyness and embarrassment and also nervousness. Someone he had never met in town, it was good that she was like that. It was good that she didn't mock him. This was probably the only reason he thought he could befriend her, mustering up all his courage to continue speaking to her with as little hesitation as possible, “You…. why are you here? Do you need help? Can I help you?” The boy said, feeling disappointed at being wrong, so embarrassed, he wanted to cover his face immediately, his face was hot.

The girl smiled softly, she looked… so beautiful? The Flareon boy was extremely worried and embarrassed. “You look so cute, I don’t think I need that help.” she said softly, her words were so soft, he almost drowned in her words.

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“So, may I know your name?” her voice was a bit low, did he think he was thinking too much? “A-… Alex , I'-…I'm Alver”

“Okay, you can just call me Noelle.”

“Y-Yes!”

Candle light tower  :

“Noelle?”

“I’m here, is there something wrong” I felt bad asking her? Trying to put it aside, Alver just wanted to ask her one question! But, why, did he feel so hot? Was she upset with this matter of coming back and being late? “No-… nothing, I just wanted to see if you were around!”, “Yes, okay” Alver felt like he was about to explode from the surrounding atmosphere and his unnecessary words. A little to release, Alver chose to leave his house, what hit him in the face was the dark night sky and the small floating lights. A sound of footsteps followed him, “I’m still surprised that we can be friends, isn’t it weird? You and I are different, I don’t want to bother you too much.” the boy said, “Why do you need to worry like that? You’re too self-conscious! Get up, I don’t want to see this pathetic state”

Don't know what else to do, too many problems, just want to be silent, for a long time, silence might be the best.

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Worry, no one, no one needs to receive it, should she change? Her stomach is growling, it is trying to digest itself. Walking on the pitch black street, too much noise?

Walking quickly, she didn't encounter anything worrying. Why was her thinking so abnormal? A hand gently touched her, she could guess who it was, back and forth, it was still Alver, the friend she hadn't seen for a long time, 2 years huh?

Alver was still as shy as ever, he wanted to talk, really, not much different from 2 years ago and even when they first met, a little guilty for forgetting about him. She was too restless to sleep so she went for a night walk again, Alver seemed to want to follow her, at least his eyes were betraying him. She smiled weakly and nodded in agreement.

It was getting light, low for this side of the planet, she had to pick up a Sylveon friend who would probably be arriving soon, at the station.

She was trying to be simple! Alver followed her like a tail, always looking cute, which made her feel guilty for abandoning him.

As they walked, Noelle yawned, it was hard, hard to be simple, hard not to get tired, and hard to let Alver follow without feeling shy.

Come on, it's always like that, she's sleepy again.

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Breathing harder, Noelle needed to help Oriana find her younger brother, who was lost, walking on the road, hazy and blurred, running through many people and looking from person to person by distinguishing features. Walking for too long she felt too tired and didn't want to do it anymore, the feeling of exhaustion was saying goodbye, not wanting to continue, everything needed to end. But how could she do that to a child? If she didn't search anymore she would feel bad for her friend.

…

Slowly, she found the medicine, the child with silver fur, was tired and collapsed in front of her. Alver also ran to help, quickly carrying the boy away.

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Little Stories About EeveeLution{Chapter 5: Say goodbye to attachment}

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Just a stumble  :

Running after the last rays of the day, Vivian looked at the Sunset, she wanted to see such beautiful things, she was afraid that everything would pass by too quickly. She had fallen once, she was too superficial, another silver Eevee had run forward smoothly from the spare foot, the Eevee had raised her support this time. Verity was very sad, Vivian wanted to ask, as if it was little, forever silent to prolong the other accounts short people. She was afraid of being forgotten, the older child Verity understood and led her away. A path to pretend to be the fire they lived in, ‘You are always too greedy and I am too deceitful’, that was what Verity said when they first met. Broken, when Vivian walked in the field, she wanted to go through this boundary of hers. Broken when everything she did was destroyed. She was brought back by Verity again, he was always really tired every time. She took a break to understand her position and followed Verity, just once again holding hands to return. They wanted to see if her sister was still home, their sister was always like an angel, Vivian wanted to see her sister's old paintings Verity had taken her away and didn't want them to bother her. The two Eevees wanted to try to draw a picture of the new house, they wanted to try to wish for their new parents. The silver Eevee didn't want that, it didn't want to end this peace. The Eevee was always the opposite, She wanted to go to the new house, but she didn't have the courage, she was really hesitant, wanted to stay with her Sister, but also wanted to be welcomed far away. In a blink of an eye, Verity wanted to try something else, a song. Their sister had left and had enough food, once again they went to the crowded road.

He knew that if he stayed still, it would take too long to complete his goal.

Running in dreams  :

Not attached to anyone just to be sad, Verity's monotonous thoughts, the boy without strong interests only had one goal, the goal of existence may have been forgotten.

A girl had held on to his attention. So cute, but it would be sad, no one would remember the sentence after the lines of time had denied it.Stupidly looking at things that weren't meant for you, Eyes that only hurt more, just wanting to see how the girl who held him back would be. What a selfishness, huh? He wanted to receive and see people smile, unlike what Verity felt, even if he smiled, an emptiness remained the same, unchanged.

The boy could hardly accept the truth of his guardian's death. Indeed, a-… or a sorrow formed, the body, was having difficulty breathing, was difficult to understand, for a long time. The sorrows were like shards of glass that had torn the soul of the child sitting there in a daze.

A ray of sunlight shone in front of him, an Eevee girl holding a four-leaf clover was right in front of the boy, she pulled him away.

Fun? You can't tell, maybe the sadness is healing, at a slow, beautiful pace, right?

Just to meet you is worth every price  :

Go, and run, just run, just run as it has really been you on the road.

How cruel

How long have I been running? Where have I been going? The ultimate goals are lost, centuries deep, what have I been doing?

Give up everything for a lost figure, then fall into despair?

Just because a hope has faded, just because the shape has been swallowed?

My sins are slowly tormenting my soul.

Not knowing what I am, Not knowing the meaning of life is worth it.

Floating for so long? And I sink again, Until in the end, what is it that you lose?

A look that has faded?

A love lost?

An acceptable way?

Or something lost from the first vibrations?

What is he? Or what is it? Lost memories of something I've long haunted have faded away?

What does he want? He doesn't know.

How long did the questions take?

He wants to find the truth in this place, a momentum is forming?

How to leave the Abyss?

From memory just go away,

The thing is, you're sinking and getting deeper.

It  has eroded the last feeling of love .

Those things only happened when he finally remembered the rain.

'Rain, rain…' the words were repeated over and over again. The eyes opened, “Why?” the person who had been drowning woke up. What he felt was something he once held dear, about a love …

A love …

It dawned on me,  What are those things you paid for?  It was for something I could never let myself forget, regret turned to anger at myself and finally to determination.

David spread his wings that had torn themselves apart, he flew, flew and then… flew up, the first time flying was terrible, the times he fell and bled black, still flying to find his light. Higher because the old feelings were vibrating strongly.

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Little Stories About EeveeLution{Chapter 4: Peace}

Summary:

The last time she made her decision.

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The messenger :

What is the concept of peace to you? I confess that I do not know the perfect answer. If you think that peace is something that happens immediately after the war ends, that is not wrong, but I do not think so. The war may end, but the world is not necessarily truly peaceful. Because somewhere, in the hidden corners that you or I cannot see, suffering is always present. Peace, in my own thoughts and feelings, is like a fragile, fleeting state, like the way I accidentally forgot an old friend in the past. It is something that we think we can hold on to, but it slips from our hands like white sand. Peace is brought by incredibly brave people, who sacrificed everything and now only have rusty iron armor left, lying there as sad evidence. As for me, the truth is that I have never – or should I say never – seen the true form of war. But its remnants have left a deep mark on this world, silent and indelible. I had a little friend. But he… I don’t know what happened. Is he still alive? Honestly, I don’t have an answer. We were together in a place I used to call “the white space”. What about you? Have you ever seen anything other than the white wings of a dove? Um… I think I’m making things more complicated. Noelle, I really need to know if you’re okay. Did you find anything useful in your search? I can’t stop thinking about that boy – the friend whose face I can’t even remember now. Maybe the pills, the things I’ve been through, have made my memories fragmented. But no matter what, I sincerely hope you’re safe and strong.

She sighed, putting down her pen, feeling that she had finished writing the letter. She was sleepy and hungry; it had been a long time since she had written to her friend Glaceon. She longed, missed, and wanted to go to Kalos. For a moment, memories of her encounter with the two strange EeveeLutions—a Vaporeon and a Leafeon—flooded her mind. Thoughts raced through her head, but perhaps the first thing she needed to do was find something to eat. Oriana was exhausted. She leaned against the table, adjusting her glasses to shield her tired eyes, and turned slightly to look out the window. Outside, drops of water rolled down—it was raining. Oriana stood up, grabbing her umbrella.

ა ☆ ໒✧-----✧ა ☆ ໒

She walked through the streets, skimming the water and blending in with the sound of the rain. Between the noise of the cars and the sight of children playing, running in the rain. It was a beautiful sight, even something as grey as rain could not overshadow the innocence and purity of a child's soul.

She walked until she noticed the melancholy of an Espeon and Jolteon.

"They're stuck because of the weather," she said softly, her voice soft, just loud enough for her to hear.

She knew she wanted to help them, for they reminded her of water and trees. The decision was made, she left to buy an umbrella for them.

Dissolve into water:

The silence, On the small road I met you, for the first time, Jena, I apologize to the angel. Can I, what is my consciousness? I hold you, your wound bleeds. I try to pull you out of the dream, out of the hurt. Closed to the world, I don't want to see the loss. Two souls in tune with the sadness the world has caused. His heart breaks. The feeling you feel is... love? Covering you with an umbrella, blocking the rain.

I run after you, I sink into the abyss, I see only forgiveness. Please remember me. I meet you again in a new form. Have you forgotten me? I waited for you. Don't know how to stop. What am I to you? The abyss has covered me, I flew, dark thoughts. I cover you with my wings. Then look at the birds. All, power has a price. No, please don't look at me, I'm just a monster.

✧✦ ────✦ ✧

The sounds of the past just float. "Jen? Where do you want to go?" he bowed, once again before a Leafeon.

"David, can we meet Oriana?"

"Okay, we'll meet her, she's almost there, at the station"

By the sea:

By the sea, on the sand, she had a dream about a friend. 'It wasn't a real dream,' she asked. 'Who?' she asked. 'What you can't see is a forgotten friend, who will come and wait for you in a distant time.' "What are you?" ' A request from you of someone who has sunk,' a voice called out to her, reminding her of something forgotten. She was just lying on the sand, feeling what the sea brought with each wave. She felt like she had been lying there for a long time, not knowing how to get up.  

“I was too bad, you waited too long?” A blue Pokémon appeared in her mind—perhaps it was Vaporeon. She didn’t remember anything sad, only deep silence and immersion. It was strange that her vision was a little blurry, like low resolution. She recognized the black wings from the creature. “You… why… wings?” Her words were unspeakable, lacking, in the rough word. “Where did I come from when it grew, a way to tear my skin, you shouldn’t look at it, or you want to, it doesn’t matter, my words have gotten into unnecessary trouble,” it told me in lullabies, sad and deep.

“Can you wake up? We’ll go for a bit Jena, a dream of yours has fallen apart, do you remember me?” I don’t remember what happened. Strange dreams, where was I, before I felt warmth somewhere, spiritual pain, paralyzed by beauty, deep in something. What else? What was I unable to forget and dead in my soul? “I… had a name? I… couldn’t remember…. with… about… something… that” it was faint, I dreamed about this? A dream that made me-… my wounds lighter. “Time is meaningless when it can’t change the truth and the pain hasn’t healed.” It didn’t help me? ‘you should have followed the path, the one you told me about, it hurts when you forget.’ all that? It was hard to remember.

☘︎✦--✦☘︎

“I understand”

“So what are your names?”

“David”

“Jena, thank… you”

One answer:

“I kept going until you fell for me. I said I wouldn't let you down. Be yourself, little boy.”

“How to become yourself? I couldn’t understand.” Everything he had ever known was empty, words only flashed in his experiments, unable to write down his thoughts, only knowing how to play with fish balls and draw. The first words were difficult, until he sketched new pages in his soul, a new friend appeared in his meetings. It was just a matter of reading and answering selected questions correctly. Time passed so long, he had no intention of finding someone important, didn’t understand the meaning of motivation. The boy said No the first time with great determination, it probably wouldn’t happen the second time. The last time, when the new friend left to find true freedom, only left the boy with the first emotional vibration. Taking pills every day as required by the outside only to lose a part of himself.

A fleeting glimpse:

The last time, she walked in the hallway, apologizing with farewells. A fragile way for a reunion. Even though she left behind withered bodies, she still ran along the path that had been lit for her. A thin ray of light on the dusty, old pieces of cloth that had not been remembered. She was uncertain of the path, trying to find something she knew she would not reach. How cruel, she missed her friend. Running on only one path, that was when she began to feel the hatred. After passing through endless rooms, with questions about the world.

She didn't know why people had no sense of guilt, only the gods. All the food was pills. And no one knew about the empty shells that were taken away every day.

Running a few more laps is a waste of time when everything is the same, it's hard to escape. Go until they realize, hide until the chase is over. That's what they calculate, those things—birds that never escape their cages.

Fly for blessings:

Words of joy awaited on the other side of her. Fearful of the truths and pain, but still standing on those things, Oriana now cried for her, one last time. She pointed to a place, where the world could not look, she went to with Vivian and Verity. The two children were abandoned by the world, gone, she had almost nothing to do. Could only absorb the last scenes of this.

Paint the final pictures, then she can soak up the stars.

Unforgettable memories, but she won't be able to remember it.

In the end, she decided to let Oriana take charge from now on, since she was already satisfied.

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Little Stories About EeveeLution{Chapter 3: Responsibility}

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Petals - Yellow  Quartz  :

The cherry blossoms fell, but the wind carried the complete sounds of a song, painting a symphony, enchanting. Anyone who saw it would exclaim that it was truly beautiful, and that was exactly what she was thinking at the moment. The Hanami Festival had arrived, and she had longed for this scene to be complete with all her emotions.

She walked lightly on the path covered with fallen petals, her graceful figure matched with her light purple fur, strangely harmonious with the light pink of the cherry blossoms. Elle, a charming Espeon, carried only a small bag with her. It seemed that in that moment, Elle’s mind was swallowed by the silence of the scene – empty and unsure of what to do next.

Elle slowly walked towards the large cherry tree in the park, where she decided to stop and hold a flower of words, to wait for her friend.

10 minutes…

40 minutes…

1 hour…

2 hours… Time passed by, no one appeared. But Elle still stood there, as if blending into the bustling spring breeze with words, her eyes never leaving the cherry blossoms falling silently.

Elle felt disappointed. She had promised her friend, a Jolteon, that he would be on time. Elle knew that Jolteon was always full of energy but often late in relationships and daily work. Now, she didn't know how long she would have to wait. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out: "I'm sorry, Miss Makeinu, I'm late!" Yes, that's right, it was Hubert's voice, the Jolteon who was always late.

Elle replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice, "Okay, it's fine. But you should learn to keep your promises more seriously."

“Yes, I will! So where do you want to go now?” Hubert asked.

"I called my other friends for this trip. But since I knew you wouldn't be on time and might be left behind, I made a private appointment with you earlier than the group," she explained.

“Yeah, got it. Anything else?” he asked.

"It's over."

"So you want to hang around for a bit? I mean kill some time while waiting for everyone to arrive?"

"How about we buy some food? We should at least prepare a few things before the trip."

“Wait! YOU DON'T PACK YOUR THINGS?!” Jolteon shouted in surprise.

"Not really. I've already prepared everything I need. I just want to buy some food."

"Oh, I thought you forgot to prepare. That's strange because you're usually such a perfectionist!"

“Who said I was a perfectionist?” she asked back, eyes narrowing in scrutiny.

“Well… no one!” Hubert replied awkwardly, like a clumsy person who had just told a lie. But it turned out that Elle had guessed it all along:

“It must be Pidgeotto, right?” He paused, his face confused as if the truth had just been revealed:

"How do you know?!"

“Easy, because you lie so badly,” Elle replied calmly.

A scream rang out, ending the unfinished conversation, bringing a moment of silence between the two of them before continuing to prepare for the long trip with other friends.

"Elle! Save me!" Judging by the voice, I guessed it was Pikachu, Dominic.

"Save you from what...?"

"DUANE (Mightyena)!!!" Elle sighed, quickly setting up 'Light Screen' to protect Dominic, then used 'Confusion' aimed at Duane.

"Duane, what's going on between you and Dominic?"

"He woke me up with Thunderbolt!"

"Well… who knows."

"GUARD PIG!"

"Sorry…."

"Sorry for what sorry for–…" Before he could finish his sentence, a Yukinooh spoke up to interrupt. "Alright, shut up."

"Yes, Bill!".

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Tranquility  - Emerald  :

Hubert opened his eyes, still a little sleepy, his eyes blearily looking out the dark window, marking the beginning of a new day. As usual, he was always the first one to wake up in the house. Gently stepping out of the room so as not to disturb anyone, he wondered what he should do to start the day. The first thought that flashed through his mind was reading – a habit that had been attached to Hubert for a long time. But wait, where were his books?

After an hour of searching the house without finding the familiar stack of books, Hubert gave up, feeling a little disappointed. "Maybe I should go for a walk," he said to himself. Just as he opened the door to leave, a voice startled him: "Hubert?" He quickly turned around and realized it was Elle. It was hard to believe – Elle was up at 3am? For Hubert, it was almost impossible.

Still surprised by her sudden appearance, Hubert blurted out, "Elle, what's the matter? Do you want to say something?" Elle smiled slightly, her gaze gentle as if she already knew the answer. "I just wanted to ask if you would like to go for a walk with me. Would you accept?" A simple invitation, but it made Hubert feel amused and a little curious.

Unable to refuse such a well-intentioned offer, Hubert replied, "Of course! How could I refuse? Where are you going?" At this moment, Elle's eyes flashed with mischief, and she replied vaguely, "I won't say... but I think you'll know." The suggestive sentence made him even more curious about where Elle planned to take him at this special moment.

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I felt a slight breeze, carrying something like an invitation of echoes, as if she wanted to lead me to a distant sea. Perhaps I was vaguely letting my imagination fly further than reality. But in any case, I had no idea where she wanted to take me. Suddenly, a sound rang out, interrupting the chaotic train of thoughts in my head. "Okay" - her voice continued to echo. "Do you remember?"

I raised my head slightly, my eyes looking forward, and suddenly realized that before my eyes was a large building - a library.

"Have."

"So what is the meaning of this place?"

"Where I met you."

"Correct!"

"Why did you bring me here?"

“I just wanted to see your reaction, remember,” she replied with a smile. I was surprised by her excellent memory. Looking at the place where we met, it only took me a few seconds to come up with an idea.

"Make-… Nora, since you brought me to this special place, can I invite you somewhere? By the way, what time is it now?" "

Okay, it's 4:40 now. I can't believe how fast time flies."

“Great!” I took her hand and led her away.

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“Where are you taking me in such a hurry?” He just smiled, then replied hastily, “I'm just worried I'll be late!”

It seemed like he wanted to take me to the sea. I thought it was just a guess, but this path... The sea! I understood the purpose.

Standing before me was a breathtaking scene. The sunset was falling, the red glow covering the sea, creating a mesmerizing beauty. “Nora,” he asked me with expectant eyes, “Is it beautiful?”

I was silent for a moment before that magical scene, then softly replied: Beautiful, very beautiful. Dawn always makes me absent-minded like that, as if it can capture all the emotions in me.

He turned to me and said in a warm voice, “That is the gift I want to give you in return.”

I laughed, “You're so cheesy, but at the same time I feel so lucky to have such a wonderful friend by my side.”

He smiled and simply said, “Thanks.”

What I Think You Forgot - Diamond  :

“I like the quiet.”

“"I remember, you underestimated me.""

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"You were lying on the sand exhausted, and I came to talk to you."

"That's right."

"It started to rain then."

“I evolved because of our promise,” Hubert continued. “Remember?”

“Yes, I evolved for my first friend, the most important one.”

“I think you are Espeon As you would be the shining sun”

“I do not oppose the sun”

"Why?"

“It's simple, because I am the Dawn”

“Oh, then let me be Sunset?”

“Okay if you want”

“Wait, we are both the sun?”

“Two is better than one”

“I think it's hard for the two of us to be completely compatible as one.”

“Understanding is enough”

“Nora, you always have interesting perspectives”

“I always thought Espeon was the sun.”

“We are the truth, the sun is Solgaleo”

“My wonderful Espoeon”

"Thank"

“Oh and we should go before everyone goes swimming.”

Dance of the Sky - Moonstone  :

Hubert led her around the houses. Elle, despite living here for many years, still couldn't remember the way. Because at that time, she didn't really care about the things around her, as if she was just walking on a road. Walking, walking and walking, she was too ambitious for something she would never achieve.

She should learn to trust others. She should learn to dance on the sand .

“Nora” your words are a song.

"Singing…"

“Looks like you're thinking out loud again.” Hubert chuckled lightly, “You've always liked the echoes of the world, haven't you?”

“I was distracted,” she said sheepishly.

"No problem."

“The cat is attracted to the sound.”

"This!"

“That's right”

"Are not."

“So cutely awkward”

“Are you playing me?”

“If you call me arrogant, you are doing it because you do not know how to respect yourself.”

“You always avoid blame to see failure”

“Your words, are they just to make me happy?” She was annoyed that the feeling was only fleeting. The drops of water fell to the ground and hid in it. Rain -…. Something that she always thought of as sadness, melancholy, a sad melody, the torment of waiting, wishing for a small hope to try to shine in the dark night. The drops of water danced a song for her, a sad dance. She stared blankly.

“Nora!” Hubert pulled her away, finishing the performance.

"You're so stupid, what if you become a cat wishing for rain?"

"Sorry."

"Stop being so stupid"

They sat in front of a closed coffee shop, tired as it was still raining heavily and harshly.

“Hello, are you two okay?” a voice as gentle and sweet as honey, before her was an EeveeLution, gentle, fur like snow, her eyes were beautiful, eyes as blue as the sky with a four-pointed star in the middle, like a ray of light. A Sylveon, holding an umbrella and bending down, she looked like the main character in the lyrics.

“We are fine, just having some problems with the weather”

“Do you two want some help?”

“Yes, it's great to have a Sylveon lady like you helping out.”

“it's okay, can i give you this umbrella?”

“So what will you do?”

“I have one more, thank you for your concern,” the girl said as she handed me the umbrella she needed, then simply took another one.

“your eyes are beautiful” my mouth said automatically.

“Thanks, I think my eyes are weird.”

Hubert looked helpless, his eyes as if there was nothing left to say. "Well, I forgot to introduce myself just now." He seemed to feel a little uncomfortable because his friend was being too attached to a stranger.

“Oh I forgot, my name is Oriana, people usually call me Aurora.”

“Your two names are related, and hello I'm Elle.”

“And I am Hubert”

---

Deep in the rain, they said goodbye to Oriana, a slight smile brightening her eyes with mischief as she recalled the long and interesting story, her face lit up with nostalgia and a bright smile. 

Hubert quietly walked back to his room, leaving Elle alone to look up at the vast sky. Elle secretly thought about the joy that would come to her tomorrow, her birthday. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered Hubert's sincerity and dedication. He had promised her something. It was so adorable that Hubert was the one who had secretly prepared this party.

Elle found Hubert to be quite a different Jolteon. He wasn't the type of person who was always full of energy, but often thought a lot, especially when faced with difficult situations. Sometimes she even felt like he was like an Umbreon, if he chose that evolved form, she would have a sad song, not as happy and bustling as this. However, his loyalty and cheerful personality added to make him a perfect choice for Jolteon. Hubert was a good person, always ready to be by your side and never abandon you. Elle remembered the reason he chose to transform into Jolteon was the promise between the two of them, a meaningful promise... And there were other things too.

Ah, she should understand that perhaps she really loved the dawn for the way it blended with the music she was nostalgic for, which also had its own beauty, the beauty of music. Elle was always drawn to it, her eyes turned to the vast space, where the quiet space blended with the gentle sounds of nature. She felt each melody as if they were a mesmerizing symphony, embellishing life with simple yet profound rhythms.

Her other enjoyment was cut short when Oriana came over.

“Perhaps I have disturbed you”

“No way” how can I blame that sweet girl?

“I'm so happy, my siblings might be playing with you while I'm here.”

“Wait, are you an orphan?”

"That's right"

---

“I'm sorry, my Angel  , I know I've overlooked you. But it's okay, I'll find your new Host.”

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Little Stories About EeveeLution{Chapter 2: Rain in Dream}

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"Note: This chapter is a dream quadrangle! Something very strange is happening. I think this is a rather strange chapter" -Nekomata_no_kawaii

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Chapter Text

Stifling:

Bella felt her breathing getting weaker and weaker, her vision hazy as if covered by a thick fog, causing everything before her to gradually fall out of sight. She knew clearly - she knew she wouldn't be able to stand, and she knew she would collapse. Exhaustion was approaching, and her already tired legs were no longer able to take another step. Suddenly, the suffocation came back violently, squeezing the space around her and freezing the beat in her chest. The familiar cycle repeated itself over and over, drawing Bella into a suffocating spiral from which she could find no escape. Deep in her consciousness, she told herself with boredom that everything was meaningless and empty, as if the world around her was reduced to two shades of monotony and stifling monotony.

That makes it feel boring.

The Room of Madness:

+*+--------------------------+*+

“No one listens to your cries, why struggle?”

“ “ I just want to see my friend, one last time.””

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She slowly opened her eyes, letting the bright light from the window flood her vision once more. The rays of light did more than just make her feel uncomfortable. The suffocating feeling made her take a deep breath, trying to fill her chest that was empty of air. But even after exhaling deeply, the pain in her throat refused to subside, making her extremely restless. Her body felt like it was falling apart after some heavy journey that her memory could not quite define. Like a leaf battered by a storm, she had no strength left to move. Even so, the harsh light from the window still seemed to tease her, making her eyes hurt even more. A thought flashed through her vague knowledge: What if I turned out to be a grass-type Pokémon, yet I was uncomfortable with sunlight? But then she laughed at herself – how funny! She would rather be an Umbreon, because the cold stillness of the moonlight always brought her a sense of enchanting peace. Her wandering thoughts were quickly cut off. She staggered towards the window, not flinching as she pulled the curtains back to push the disturbing light out of her world. Once again, the soft darkness enveloped the small room, like a gentle, comforting embrace. And her name was Bella – the only name she was sure of right now. In the back of her mind, she secretly wished that everything that had just happened was nothing more than a wild dream.

If this was a dream she would never force herself to wake up to this reality again.

Your House Has Died:

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 “Oh, don't you feel the fire of anger? It's so ironic that you feel guilty.”

“Why? Because when I woke up all I saw was ashes.”

✡️*✝️*✡️

"There is no rebirth here." The words made the space quiet, as if it were a heavy certainty. The sound echoed uncertainly, as if reverberating from the abyss of nothingness, the words came from her. She hated fire, hated the thing that burned her being. The remnants of the giant fire seemed to have corroded her ears and tail. She was not in pain . She struggled to stand up in the midst of chaos. It seemed that fate did not allow her to sink into the cold and perfect darkness, the peaceful darkness. The world before her eyes was wrapped in two colors, white and black. Those two opposing colors made her love the certain, stable nature of this order, on the contrary, she hated change. And so, in this state, she wandered aimlessly through the empty space. The arid landscape spread out before her eyes looked like a desert, where nothing could take root. She walked on, until she came across the figures of two Pokemon that had been consumed by the fire. Her eyes lingered on them – two creatures that looked so strange but evoked in her a sense of familiarity like old friends that had been erased by time and fate. Those figures were now just two fragments of memories, their faces burned by the brutal fire, making them nameless and faded. They were two nameless souls wandering without a destination, like travelers carried away by the wind. The wind of freedom, not bound by conventional patterns.

Oh, she thought, perhaps this wandering had driven her mind mad.

Ceremony for The Soul:

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 “the lights were out, it was beautiful.”

“Me too… what a shame. ”

✡️*✝️*✡️

She opened her eyes again, the last thing she saw was the sky. Oh, it was so beautiful, the color of the night was still and the stars were twinkling. Those stars, they were so beautiful, their light was gentle, soft like a lullaby. Bella felt the cold envelop her body, she sighed once more, her breaths heavy and slow. The cherry blossom petals fell gently, covering her like a thin curtain.

She disliked the hustle and bustle, but she thought she liked the Hanami festival. Watching the petals fall, she suddenly became silent in her thoughts. She walked on unconsciously, unable to remember what day it was or how much time had passed since she arrived here. The fragmented memories only left a few vague hints.

For a moment, she wondered, was this a temple? Why did this place feel so strange?

The questions hung in the air, unanswered. She had no idea what to pray for, for she had no god or faith in mind. This place felt suffocating and alien.

She couldn't remember the last time she had attended the Oshougatsu festival. She only remembered that she had gone to pick out Christmas decorations. So why was she here? The timing was unusual.

OR

She has been here more than she thought.

She quietly followed the bustling crowd, as if being swept into a vibrant river of vibrant colors. The atmosphere around her was filled with joy, laughter and cheerful chatter mixed in every corner, the aroma of delicious food wafted through the air. But even so, the hunger that was rising inside her was still more persistent and intense than ever.

Suddenly, a loud bang reached our ears — fireworks! The shimmering streaks of light exploded across the pitch-black sky, like thousands of festive flowers competing to bloom. Glittering in the darkness, each brilliant ray of light seemed to whisper stories filled with joy and hope. The sight moved everyone’s hearts, as if all the sadness in their hearts had disappeared along with the fireworks.

She seemed to forget everything around her. But then something was different. There was something she couldn't grasp clearly anymore. Where would her steps lead? She herself didn't know. Everything was getting blurry; she walked, but she didn't feel like she was really touching the ground. Her body seemed to be floating aimlessly, and her mind was getting heavier and heavier. Amidst the crowded crowd, a sudden suffocation suddenly gripped her. She...

SOUL:

✡️*✝️*✡️

She needs to rest. Why can't I find you? She... where are the wounds on her body? She just wants to see her friend, Chr-... . Jen-... she's lost, she even lost her umbrella. She still misses those wings... Angel.

“ Why are you still wandering around? ”  That voice made her body stiffen.

“ Everyone has left. What makes you stay? ”

“  I can't leave... I don't want to...  “

“  What do you regret? It's what holds you back.  ”

“  I know, I remember... I can't go... I promised...  “

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 “my house?”

“nothing left ”

✡️*✝️*✡️

Jen-... , exhausted and dazed, heard the sound of the bell ringing. She couldn't speak and she shouldn't. The pain gnawed at her soul, melting it. The dreams she had always cherished seemed to never come true. There was only one strong urge inside her: she needed to run, to find a way out of this dark reality.

 ✡️*✝️*✡️

Her hands were covered with sores, burning hot.

Bruises on the skin.

Laughter echoed around the room.

They beat her.

She felt a gnawing hunger, from the bleeding wounds.

Her body was thin and dry like a withered tree trunk.

Their eyes blurred, all was darkness, while their laughter continued.

They successfully turned into demons.

 ✡️*✝️*✡️

“What are you doing?”  the softest voice I had ever heard.

“…Liberation?…”

“You are so stupid, you should take care of your own soul”

“You… what do you mean?…”

“I know, where are you, like a deserted place, this rain is still here, reach out and receive my precious gift”

"Thanks…"

 ✡️*✝️*✡️

"The Bright Area-... Abyss"

“Fly away, my little bird”

"I'm scared…"

“I'm not forcing you, just say it.”

" Angel "

“I was rude”

“I will not abandon you.”

Thank You:

+*+--------------------------+*+

“Did you do that?”

“I flew”

“I didn't think of the bird-…”

"I know"

“Sorry, like you betrayed yourself”

“I forgot myself, thank you Bella Perdido”

“For the sake of the-… gift, can I ask you something?”

"Of course"

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Little Stories About EeveeLution{Chapter 1: One More Time}

Dream:

With a lazy voice as if melting in the warmth of an unfinished dream, Alice, a Leafeon with soft, shiny fur, muttered in a sulky voice. Her eyes were still tightly shut as if to block out the bright morning light from seeping in, "Just five more minutes." The vague words melted into the silence of the room, and her small body curled up, snuggling deeper into the soft blanket as if to avoid all reality. The warm morning sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting a gentle and pure light on the room, but Alice didn't mind at all. In this moment of peaceful sleep, the only thing she wished for was a little more time to enjoy the lingering softness from the long night.

In stark contrast to that laziness, Rose, a Braixen with sharp eyes and decisive movements, was standing near the mirror, patient but at her limit. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm but unable to hide her disappointment and helplessness. "Another five minutes? How many times is this? The last time you said the same thing was fifteen minutes ago! Get up, Alice!" Her firm words were like an alarm bell that broke the silence in the room.

Before Alice could react, her beloved blanket was mercilessly yanked away. A blast of cold air rushed over Leafeon's warm body, making her curl up reluctantly. With a stern face and a steely gaze, Rose was determined to make a change. The uncompromising action was a clear warning: laziness would not be tolerated this morning.

"Oh my god, Rose! Why do you have to wake up so early?" Alice groaned miserably, her voice trailing off into a complaint that made it impossible for anyone to help but feel that she was extremely miserable. "It's almost the festival. A little more rest wouldn't be a big deal..." Her grumbles and face buried into the pillow were a last-ditch effort to sink into her already ruined comfort zone.

But Rose was clearly not going to be swayed by complaints. She crossed her arms over her chest and raised her voice to a more assertive tone, like a conductor directing a chaotic orchestra. "Get up, Alice! If we don't go out early today to buy supplies, you know what's going to happen? We're both going to be starving by the time the festival starts! So get up and hurry!" Rose's eyes burned with determination like two rays of sunlight, cutting off all of her best friend's lingering excuses.

Knowing that she had no way back, Alice had to give in. Wearily, she let out a small sigh as if she was carrying all the troubles of the world on her slender shoulders. "Okay... okay! You win," she said, her voice clearly resigned. Leafeon dragged herself out of her beloved bed in her final lethargy. But somewhere in her dreamy eyes, there was still a trace of satisfaction—because deep down, she knew Rose always had a good reason to pull her away from the temptations of this laziness.

Rose looked at Bella, her eyes still filled with amusement and mockery, showing no intention of stopping. “To be honest, the way you look is completely misleading. Your cloak is so loose, and it covers you from head to toe. If I didn’t know you, I would definitely think you were hiding something suspicious.” Her tone was full of amusement, but she couldn’t hide her deliberate teasing.

Alice clenched her hands around the edges of her robe, her eyes darting to the ground. Her face was flushed, whether from cold or anger. “I don’t need you to analyze my fashion, Rose,” she said, the words gritting through her teeth. “I feel good in this way and I’m not bothering anyone.”

Rose shrugged, looking nonchalant but still smiling, which made Alice even more annoyed. “Comfortable? Well, be comfortable, but I have to admit, you look like an extra in a heist movie. Actually, if you had a little more script, it might be more like it.” She finished speaking and laughed again, a long, irritating laugh.

“Enough!” Alice snapped her head up, her eyes flashing with defiance. “Rose, I don’t want to argue with you! Are we going to get food or are we going to sit here and talk nonsense all day?” She stepped forward, her eyes still filled with impatience.

Rose watched Alice walk slowly ahead, then quickened her pace to catch up. “Sure.” She curled her lips playfully and added, defensively, “I admit, I was just joking. Don’t be so nervous.”

Alice didn't reply, just shook her head slightly as she pulled her cloak closer to her body. The annoyance in her heart still hadn't gone away, but at least Rose had finally quieted down – if only temporarily.

She was unhappy, feeling that everything was meaningless every time she woke up. She hated this familiar cycle, always hated it. Rose, that fox, was always strangely kind, but no matter how kind she was, she couldn't fully feel it. It was unusual and strange, she wasn't used to it. Or so it was, whatever, she was too tired, the memories in her gradually faded, blurred by time.

She didn't want to wake up from this dream. At least here, life still had a little more interest than the gray reality out there. She is a character in the land of dreams.

Pointless Advice:

“Really, can you two explain why you two have to fight every day?” Olivia, the elegant Alola Ninetales, sobbed, her eyes filled with sadness as she looked at her two friends. “Let me guess—Alice slept past her bedtime again, and Rose had to use all her might to drag her out of bed. Right?”

The precision of Olivia’s comment left both Alice and Rose speechless for a moment, unable to refute it. They both knew she had just summed up the situation perfectly. Alice had never known them.

Olivia shook her head slightly, her voice soft but mixed with exhaustion and disappointment. “You two are adults, can you please stop being so childish? I really can’t play the mediator like this forever.” She recalled the countless times she had had to intervene in petty arguments that went nowhere.

Alice quickly pointed at Rose, her voice full of self-defense: "But she started it!" the best way to complete the stupid role.

Rose refused to give up, immediately replying with eyes blazing with anger: "Really? You're the one lying there like a corpse!"

Olivia, caught between two waves of tension, could only sigh heavily, her voice a mixture of helplessness and disappointment. "I've never seen a faster way to ruin the peace. You two are always like that." Her patience was almost at its limit.

The argument continued for a few more minutes before suddenly, both Alice and Rose felt hungry. An awkward silence passed between the two friends, their eyes slightly shy. Immediately, both turned to Olivia as if expecting something. As if she had predicted this development correctly, Olivia calmly pointed to the already laid dining table.

“Oh my god, where did this come from?” Alice exclaimed, looking at the food with her chopsticks. I wanted to sink.

“While you two were arguing,” Olivia replied casually, her eyes conveying that this kind of thing was nothing new to her. Rose and Alice looked at each other, then laughed awkwardly, trying to break the tension.

“Come on, I think we should go out and buy some decorations now, okay?” Rose quickly changed the subject, taking the opportunity to steer the conversation in another direction as quickly as possible.

I wasn’t included, why would I be here?

Lost:

“Do you think these decorations look good?” Alice gently touched the sparkling star on top, her eyes sparkling with hesitation as she moved closer to the Christmas tree. She turned around, asking softly, waiting for a comment from the group of friends standing behind her.

But there was no response.

A cold, unfamiliar feeling suddenly ran down her spine. Before her eyes, the room that had been filled with laughter and warmth like the rays of the morning sun had now become strangely silent. The warm light of the Christmas tree, instead of creating a cheerful atmosphere, drew strange shadows, dancing along the walls. Alice realized her hands were starting to shake, her fingertips twitching slightly.

“Why is everyone so quiet? What’s going on?” Her voice rang out weakly, trembling and fragile as if afraid to break the heavy silence. Like the wind whispering in the corner of the room.

She took a deep breath and turned, her eyes searching for the familiar figure she had been waiting for. But the sight before her was like a blow to the mind: the room that had been so familiar a moment ago now seemed to have changed, as if stretched out in an unnatural way. No, maybe not stretched—the walls were moving, slowly closing in? Alice's heart was pounding in her chest, each beat a fierce alarm.

“Rose? Olivia? Where is everyone?” Her voice cracked like ice, dragged down into the depths of despair by the weight of her panic. She tightened her robe around herself, as if seeking some warmth and comfort in the soft fabric. But the weight pressing down on her chest only increased by the second; the air around her was not just stifling but impenetrable, as if even her breathing was being strangled.

.... . ._.. .__.

No one answered.

“What the hell? Are you kidding me? This isn’t funny!” she shouted, but the sound was lost in the thick air around her. It was no longer silence; it was a living entity, reaching out to muffle her every word.

Alice felt her body weaken. Her legs shook so much that they threatened to collapse. She staggered back, each movement doubly laborious. Her hands clutched at the collar of her cloak, trying to draw in a breath. But each breath was choked; her throat was dry and sore, while her lungs ached as if they were being squeezed by an invisible wire.

There was only one truth—so clear it was terrifying.

She was completely alone.

It wasn’t just a feeling. The only companion she had now was the emptiness she had to experience once again in her life.

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"The spirits have gone, you should cross the River"

"Why? I didn't take the advice, I was lonely"

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