This is my new story, The Fire Within. It is a story about discovering who you really are. I hope you enjoy it. If you don’t, then that’s your problem, not mine.
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THE FIRE WITHIN
I sat alone, away from the others, my eyes closed. I did not like this place at all. My abilities were taken for granted. They didn’t understand, more like they didn’t want to understand.
Why did I ever take refuge with these fools?
I am a Glacia, a creature of ice. I breathe frost, not fire, lightening, or water. I am soft blue, and more delicate than the others. My eyes aren’t red or black, they are navy.
I am Coldfire.
Why my parents called me that, I don’t know. I was born an Eevee, of course; my name was Faerie, but I grew up in the snow, and, while playing, I came across a strange stone. Being the foolish young creature I was, I touched it, and evolved. My parents renamed me with a smile. They were both Glacias, too. I was their little girl.
I’m not the only Glacia in the pack; there is another, Icesoul. Yet he is not like me. He is close friends with a Siliceon named Terraforma. He is involved with group dynamics.
Why had Rayquaza sent me here? Was it some sort of cruel joke?
My trail of thought was rudely interrupted when an excited Pumeon ran into me. I stood up and hissed at Stonehenge, who grinned apologetically.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I snarled at him. He looked at me with his dark eyes, searching me. I narrowed my eyes, a sign of respect. I liked Stonehenge, he was my only friend, if a little crazy, and the only one I ever spent time with in the group.
“There’s a new arrival,” He said, dancing around crazily. Stonehenge could never sit still. “He’s an Eevee, but as old as one of us,” he told me.
This interested me greatly. There hadn’t been any arrivals since I joined the pack three suns ago.
“Come to his evolving ceremony! It’s now!” Stonehenge pranced off a few feet, looked at me to see if I would follow him over the hill back to the cave. I trotted a few paces behind him, and he led me into the main chamber. The whole pack of about twenty eons (not counting the youngsters, although they were there) was there. In the centre stood an Eevee, but not with the youthful joy upon his face that any ordinary Eevee would have. He was wise, and caring. He seemed ready – not like I was when I evolved.
Evolving is a strange process. Your old body is sucked away, and your soul takes a new one. For the split second you are out of your body, you have a dream that lasts as long as if you were sleeping.
I dreamt of leading a pack to victory.
But that, of course, is another story. I am telling the story of how everything began to make sense to me.
The leader of the pack, the alpha male, Brightmind the Eliteon, wandered towards the newcomer. Brightmind was a tough, but fair leader. I quite liked him.
“State your name, newcomer,”
“Oberon”
“And you wish to join our pack and evolve?”
Oberon nodded. He was ready.
“Then by the power of the Creators – Groudon and Kyogre – and by the Keeper of the Balance –our lord Rayquaza, I grant you the right to join our pack – Tuju – and to pick a stone to evolve. I now call up a representative to present each stone,”
A group of giggling youngsters came up – each with a stone wrapped in a leaf. If they touched the stone, they would evolve, and they were not yet ready.
They placed the stones before Oberon. He glimpsed at each one, and then approached one. None of us could see what it was, as the leaves were folded over it so only he cold see it. He placed his paw on it, and began to glow.
I wondered what he was dreaming. Could it be good, bad, scary, relaxing?
But this was his business and not mine.
As he stopped glowing, the pack cheered. Eevees danced about and giggled.
He was a Scareon.
Scareon were mostly feared by humans, possibly more than any other eons. They have dark, navy fur, a purple ruff and tail, and piercing red eyes. They are solid most of the time, but when they battle, they become engulfed by black fire, and become a ghost, immune to any normal or fighting attacks.
He was a good edition to our pack, indeed.
“Oberon, I rename you Blackflame. Welcome to Tuju,”
All the others chanted “Tuju! Tuju!”
Except me, of course
Blackflame howled, then walked over to socialise with his new group.
Surprisingly, I felt drawn to him.
He was deep in conversation with Quicksilver the Aluieon when I approached him. He smiled at me with his perfect white fangs.
“Hello. Who are you?” He inquired, narrowing his eyes in respect. I dipped my head and narrowed my eyes in return.
“My name is Coldfire.”
“Well, that’s a pretty name for a pretty Eon.”
If I were human, I would have blushed. Instead, I raised my paw to my mouth and began to clean. There was an awkward silence between us for a few seconds, before Blackflame cleared his throat.
“So, Coldfire, Quicksilver tells me you’re a newcomer, like me.”
“That is correct”
“Well, I guess we have some common grounds, then?”
I gave a short laugh as the newcomer’s black lips broke into a smile. I didn’t know why, but I liked this eon. More than I’d ever liked any other. Was this… the curse of love?
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Ever since I was a young eon, I had believed love to be nothing more than an useless emotion that got in the way of things that really mattered, like food, and the survival of our species. It had started when I was merely five suns old, I was cursed with the love of an Eevee named Demetrius, but as much as I followed him, he distained me. He was many suns older than I, and soon evolved into a Vaporeon, leaving the river near which he lived in pursuit of a young Leafia from the nearby forest, and a superficial one at that. I chased him for a while, informing him with my undying love for him. He refused, sounding and looking disgusted, and still to this day the harsh words he used to me scar my heart like the blades on an Aluieon’s back. Ever since then, my belief in love has been shattered.
But this time, my love for Blackflame would stay burning like an everlasting blaze; no matter how hard I tried to quench it.
Every time my eyes lay on his beautiful, dark body, or looked into those deep, kind red eyes, a shock pulsed through me. I began to spend a lot more time with the pack itself, just so I could be near him, speak to him, and look at him. It aroused a lot of attention from the rest of the pack, who were obviously surprised that I, Coldfire the loner, was spending time with them.
Especially Stonehenge.
I was having a conversation with my good friend Lightningbolt the Jolteon when Stonehenge approached me nervously. He walked with his ears and tail drooping, which for Stonehenge was extremely unusual. I had grown a lot closer to him as I spent my time with the group, and he had become my best friend. But I had never spoken to him alone, since when he got me for Blackflame’s evolving ceremony all those moons ago.
“Errm, Coldfire? May I speak to you alone for a moment?”
I was slightly annoyed, but kept it hidden. I had been staring at Blackflame as he basked in the sunlight, showing off his sleek, muscular body.
“Sure. Lightningbolt, I’ll be back in a second, okay?
Lightningbolt nodded, but confusion showed clearly on her spiky, yellow face. Stonehenge was a social eon, and never talked to others in private. She knew whatever he was going to say was extremely serious.
I followed Stonehenge into a strange, swampy part of the woods. “Wow, I’ve never been here before,” I mumbled absently.
He stopped at a rotten log, jumping onto it and indicating to me to do likewise. I sat beside him, our sides touching. I could feel his warmth and the distant beat of his heart.
Stonehenge turned to me, a strange expression in his kind, brown eyes. Was it… fear?
“Coldfire, what’s wrong with you? Before you spent all your time alone, and now you’re the life of the party! Well, not… you know.” He snickered at his little joke.
I giggled nervously. “Yes, I know, rock-head!” I teased. It was my favourite nickname for him.
“But you’ve just been acting a little weird, not the usual distant, aloof Coldfire that I know.” He shuffled about nervously, gauging the rotten wood of the log with his claws. “And, well, I hate to admit it, but I like – love – it.”
I sat there for a while, staring at him, confused, when suddenly it dawned on me. Stonehenge was in love with me!
“Oh, dear,” I giggled nervously, unable to meet his eyes. “Well, I’m so sorry. Really, Stonehenge, I am. But I already have a love interest.”
The rock-eon’s expression was one of pure disappointment. “Oh, really? May I ask whom?”
Fear zinged throught my heart ferociously. I had not told anybody about my obsession with Blackflame, but I knew Stonehenge could be trusted with my dirty little secret. It was not his disloyalty I was afraid of.
It was my own.
I was afraid to admit I loved him, yet still I did. I denied it to myself as much as I could, but inside I knew. I felt as if I had betrayed myself by breaking my own ethic: Never fall for another male. He will break your heart. And I was afraid to finalise the breaking of my sacred ethic by telling another Eon.
But I knew I had to. I braced myself and stuttered the single contraction that meant the world to me.
“Blackflame”
Stonehenge stared at me for a few seconds, then looked away and grimaced. “I thought so. I see the way you look at him, but I was afraid to say anything in case I was wrong.” Then his ears drooped and he sighed, resting his head in his paws.
I felt immensely sorry for my friend. Poor Stonehenge. How long had he felt this way? Did it hurt when I yelled at him for running into me? I walked over and licked his soft brown head. “I’m so sorry, Stonehenge, I truly am. But you know you’ll always be my best friend.”
He smiled. “Thanks, Coldfire.”
I left him alone in the forest, and wandered back to the clearing where Lightningbolt was still waiting for me.
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My lust for Blackflame grew and grew over the next few moons. He spoke to me often, about weather, food, and the politics of the group. I was really quite proud of myself, as I kept my cool when I had the luxury of speaking to him. I treated him as I treated Stonehenge, who was fortunately still treating me normally. I talked to him about Blackflame and how in love with him I was, but I could still see the faraway sadness in his eyes. He still was obviously in love with me.
But he was a friend, and being with him would only ruin our relationship, and make me lust over Blackflame more, thus breaking his heart.
I even had the fortune of seeing my love in my dreams. We would run together, talk, and link tails. But there was one dream I was a little scared about.
It was very similar to my evolution dream, where I was leading a pack to victory. The sky was red, and a pack of vicious eons had set itself upon us. I was at the front, with Brightmind at my right and Stonehenge at my left. I battled an eon or two before finding Blackflame. I fought alongside him for a bit, until we our clan won, thanks to me for defeating the clan leader. I nuzzled Blackflame, but he said something disturbing. “You are the key, the shield, and the flame.”
It was really weird, and disturbed me. I felt a bit weird towards Blackflame for a while after that, which was sad, because I was beginning to think he liked me.
What really freaked me out was when I spotted a foreign eon whose scent I did not recognise out on one of my late-night hunts. It was an extremely large Artheon, and he reeked of Miltank droppings. It was obvious why, though. He had tried to cover his foreign scent up, but it had not worked. It only took a little bark to scare him off, as you never attacked a foreign eon on his land, unless you wanted his food or territory, and this was always done in a group. Frightened, I bolted straight into Brightmind’s den. He had informed me that he was worried, and that other eons from the Nojin pack had been sighted.
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Over the next few moons, there were more sightings. Dead Pidgey and Rattata were found littered around our part of the forest, and, disgustingly, so were droppings. These eons were disgusting. Didn’t they know what a trench was for?
One sunny latespring day, Blackflame and went hunting together. We walked throught the exact part of the woods where Stonehenge admitted he loved me. We even went past the log, and I saw his claw marks.
“Well, Coldfire, what do you think of the sightings from Nojin?”
“It’s terrible.”
“Indeed.”
“But I do think Brightmind needs to take some more action against them. The droppings, the savaged prey, this won’t do.”
“Yes. I’m quite angry about that, actually. What are we supposed to do, sit around here, waiting to die?”
I couldn’t believe it. I felt exactly the same. “The longer he puts the attack off, the worse it gets.”
“Precisely.” He looked at me, and approached softly. “You know what I’m about,” he snarled softly. Before I knew it, my blue lips were pressed against his black ones, and his tongue was snaking into my mouth.
For me, this was paradise. So many times I had fantasised about this moment. I wanted to stay like this forever, with us making out and our tails linked.
But this, of course, was impossible.
The bushes behind him fluttered and shook violently. His soft, caressing tongue slopped disappointedly back into his mouth, and his lips peeled away from mine. He turned, and in one graceful movement leapt into the bushes.
There was a growl, a squawk, and the bush shook violently. I sat there, watching the commotion with great interest.
Soon, the shaking stopped, and Blackflame emerged with a Spearow in his teeth. “Share this with me, my love?”
I thanked him and reached down to the bird, getting a small portion of meat in my fangs and tearing it off. I had never really liked the rough texture of Spearow meat, but for once I didn’t have a problem with it, for it was Blackflame who caught it for me.
After we had stripped the bird of its meat, I licked the blood from his luxurious blue muzzle. He shut his eyes in pure pleasure, and snaked his tail around mine.
We stood like this until we were rudely interrupted once more by another rustle, in the trees this time. Blackflame gave an irate snarl, and began to climb.
I followed him up the tree with ease; I had often climbed trees to escape the others. We made our way to the top branches, which were a soft green in the warm latespring sun. As we had expected, a rival eon was waiting for us.
It was a Soareon this time. He stood watching us carefully, as if this was his territory and he had every right to be there.
Blackflame growled at him softly and advanced carefully along the narrow branch. Soareon are the lightest eon; they need to be. Their wing bones are hollow like that of a bird, and they can fly just as well as any Pidgeot. Blackflame, although he was a ghost type, weighed just as much as any other eon out of battle, only becoming weightless when he burnt with black fire.
The Soareon stared straight back at him, not paying any attention to the fact that a big Scareon was about to cream him.
Blackflame crouched down ready to pounce. Still, the intruder just watched, not saying anything. “Right,” snapped Blackflame gruffly. “You asked for it.”
As he snarled and leapt, the Soareon finally moved. Seconds before Blackflame made impact (or rather, would have) the intruder leapt out of the tree, spread his wings, and flew away. Blackflame flailed in the air clumsily, finally breaking his fall by grabbing the end of the branch.
The tree shook wildly with the sudden force of a fully grown male eon grabbing one of its branches at the last minute, especially the branch itself. I dug my claws into the wood as far as they would go and shut my eyes. Ever since I was a young eon, I had always had motion sickness. Even a “relaxing” ride on a log down a glacier made me ill.
The shaking stopped eventually, and I opened my eyes to see that Blackflame had hoisted himself back onto the branch and was smiling at me warmly. I smiled back, but in a few seconds his expression turned to one of horror as he looked to the left of me. “Coldfire, look out!”
But it was too late.
The Soareon hit me with full force, his sudden Wing Attack striking me hard across the face. I struggled to keep my footing, scraping the tree uselessly with my claws. I fell screaming for what seemed like ages before hitting the ground with one of my back paws at a weird angle underneath me.
The Soareon landed right by my head, ready to finish me off. As he raised his paw, I breathed out a frosty beam of ice crystals as my last defence. I was lucky, though, as my beam hit me and the rival froze solid.
I lay there panting for a moment while Blackflame slowly descended the tree. He bounded over to where I was lying, and licked my face.
“Coldfire? Are you okay? Can you walk?” His garnet eyes were full of worry.
I got up slowly, pretty pleased that I could still stand after falling all that way. But my pride was short lived. When I put some of my weight on my paw, which I needed to do in order to walk, a pain shot up my leg so great that I screamed and collapsed.
“My poor, poor girl. Let me carry you home. I need to have a little chat with Brightmind and then I’ll take you to Leafdawn, hmm?”
I nodded weakly as Blackflame scooped me onto his back. “Hold on tight,” He humoured, and began to sprint. I bumped against him painfully, hurting my dangerously swelling paw. Not only that, but he was running really fast, and this wasn’t doing anything for my motion sickness. When we finally got to Brightmind’s den, I vomited in the shrubs nearby.
Brightmind was sleeping peacefully in his bed of leaves when Blackflame barked for his attention. Our leader awoke with a start, and looked at us with grumpy, tired eyes. “This had better be important,” He growled, glaring at Blackflame.
The ghost-eon held his gaze fiercely. “Yes, it is important, leader.” He spat the last word.
“While you were here sleeping, we spotted another intruder, a Soareon up a tree. We climbed the tree to scare it off, and it ended up nearly killing Coldfire,” He looked at me, his eyes glazed with pity. “Look at her! She can’t even walk!”
Brightmind growled. “And what do you want me to do about it?” he snapped
I could see that Blackflame was furious now. Little flickers of black fire could be seen on his ruff and tail. “Launch an attack on the Nojin! What else? They will just keep on using our territory as our own personal hunting grounds and trench unless we do something instead of lazing around in our dens!”
Brightmind’s face became calm. “The wars of this pack are not for you to chose, ghost-eon. I am the leader, but if it makes you feel any better I will personally go and speak to the leader tomorrow. Is that okay?”
Blackflame had calmed, too. He nodded respectfully at his leader and muttered his thanks. “Now, take your girlfriend” – he said this with a grin - “to see Leafdawn, for Rayquaza’s sake!”
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Leafdawn was the pack’s healer. Naturally, she was a soft, kind Leafia who lived in a den that smelt richly of herbs. She examined my paw with utmost care, clicking her tongue.
“Ooh, this looks nasty indeed. It’s very swollen and sore. Tell me sweetie, does it hurt when I do this?”
She bent my paw back only slightly. I felt absolutely nothing.
“No, just when I put weight on it.”
Leafdawn grinned at me warmly. “Well, you haven’t broken anything, Sweet-eon, just a nasty sprain. You’re a tough little Glacia, you are. If it had of been me, I would have shattered! But all you need is a few poppy seeds and maybe a couple of bay leaves to speed up your recovery. After a good night’s sleep, you should be as right as rain.”
I dipped my head at the grass-eon in respect. “Thankyou, Leafdawn. Enjoy your afternoon.”
I ate the poppy seeds and bay leaf she gave me, and Blackflame, who had watched nervously from the side the whole time, picked me up.
“You take care of her, Blackflame. I can see the fire within her.”
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After drifting off the moment Blackflame lowered me to the ground in my den, I slept like a cub in a deep, dreamless sleep. When I woke up, light filtered into the cave like a beam of pure happiness. I stood up and was pleased to find my paw had healed. I thanked both Leafdawn and Rayquaza before trotting out of my den happily, greeting any eon I saw.
I met up with Stonehenge and Lightningbolt just as breakfast was starting. Eons didn’t eat at breakfast; they simply sat in a large group and discussed recent happenings before leaving on their own or in small groups on hunting expeditions, or going into the large clearings to sunbake, if it was warm.
I nuzzled my friends hello before settling down and telling them about the previous day. (Not about Blackflame and our little moment. An eon needs some privacy!) When I mentioned Blackflame’s little outburst at Brightmind, they both stared at each other, surprised, as if something that was previously unclear suddenly became obvious.
“What?” I asked them when they turned to me, their eyes wide.
“Brightmind called a pack meeting earlier on. He decided not to wake you, as you needed to heal. He left a bit after that to speak with the Nojin leader, Wiseone. He said due to an event that happened last night, he had decided to sort out this problem once and for all. He also said that if it came to it, you would fight beside him for defeating that Soareon. You were to be highly commended in your quick thinking and bravery,” Lightningbolt’s face broke into a huge grin. “I highly commend you, Coldfire!”
“As do I,” Stonehenge chuckled.
We all laughed for a moment, setting aside all our fears about the clan. It was nice to have this moment, where all was about laughter and not about war.
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Brightmind returned late afternoon with a grim expression on his face. He called yet another pack meeting, and we all gathered in the main chamber that lead to all the other dens. Our living area was cavernous, there was no roof, it was a big, arena-like crater. Only our dens were under cover, and the archway that lead in. The young eons liked to pretend it was a footprint from Groudon.
“My beloved eons, young and old, our clan is facing a crisis. Before you fear, I shall tell you about my meeting with Wiseone, leader of Nojin,”
The whole pack exchanged nervous glances. I linked tails with Stonehenge for support.
“The Nojin are planning to take over our territory for their own. They say that we may join them, but those who oppose will be mercilessly slaughtered.”
Murmurs of worry filled the chamber, and a young eon began to wail. Toxicfang the Causteon desperately tried to calm her cub, before Brightmind continued.
“I have declared war with Nojin, and we fight at dusk on the plains. All eons over ten suns old must fight. All other young ones must stay behind with Leafdawn. I am aware that eons may die in this battle, but their blood would be spilled for the salvation of our clan.”
All eons cheered at the top of their lungs. “Tuju! Tuju! Tuju!”
Even me.
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The preparations for the war were a sad sight.
Mothers farewelled their young ones, lovers sat snuggled up with their tails entwined, and mothers sobbed as their sons nuzzled them goodbye.
I sat with Blackflame, my muzzle buried into his warm blue fur. He licked my neck softly, smoothing down any wayward hairs.
“Are you scared, my beloved ice-eon?”
“Of course! Are you?”
“For sure. Ghosts still feel fear, you know.”
“I just want you to know, if either of us dies tonight, I will always love you,”
“Likewise. No matter what.”
We lay in silence for a few minutes, before I felt a foreign tongue on my shoulder.
I turned around to see Lightningbolt looking at me with sad green eyes. “It’s time, my friends,” she whispered.
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The walk to the plains seemed like the longest walk of my life. Almost no eon’s muzzle was dry, save our leaders. I walked beside him, as he wanted to reward me for my bravery with the Soareon. I wondered what had become of the Soareon, and if I was to meet him in battle today.
“Have you been in a war before this, ice-eon?”
“No, sir, I can’t say have.”
“Well, may Rayquaza protect your scalp.”
“And yours, my leader.”
It didn’t take long to find the enemies. They were only about twenty eons strong, as we were, but it would still be a challenge.
Before I knew it, the war had begun.
A nasty-looking Brawleon tackled me to the ground, kicking me ferociously with his muscular back legs. I hit him back with a flurry of claws, and managed to bite his flailing red tail. He yelped and let go, giving me a chance to shoot a beam of ice crystals in his direction, freezing him solid.
“Cool,” I giggled, then ran off to find Blackflame.
He was, of course, fighting off the rival eons with amazing accuracy. His pelt burned with transparent black fire, and he hissed at his enemies like an angry Persian. My love belched out balls of a similar black flame to the one that burnt on his back. It was his Shadow Ball attack.
I helped him by swiping at a horribly scarred Aluieon. It tackled me to the bloody floor, it’s curly wire ruff scratching the hell out of my chest.
Fortunately for me, Stonehenge came to my rescue. As a Pumeon, he was very big and strong, and easily knocked down the Aluieon, pinning him flat. The Aluieon was clearly very strong, though, and threw my friend off him. Snarling, Stonehenge glared at his rival. A long line of rocks flew from his open jaws, hitting the Aluieon before trapping him completely in a pile of rocks.
“Eat Rock Tomb, wuss-eon!” roared Stonehenge before prancing off to find another foe. I was tackled by a large Flareon.
I was freaked out at this point, because fire types had a type advantage over ice types like me. I had to be really carefully with this rival and try to dodge her flames.
My neck was killing me and bleeding everywhere as I fought this foe. I dodged and swiped until I could no more and I had to call Blackflame for help. He was at my side in an instant.
“Run, Coldfire! Find a rival Drakeon!” I nodded and ran off. Drakeon were weak to ice types, as their own element was Dragon.
I soon found one locked in battle with Terraforma, the Siliceon. “Let me take him, you find a Jolteon, m’kay?” Terraforma thanked me and ran off.
The Drakeon instantly flung herself at me, but she missed me by a millimetre This gave me the opportunity to use my Icicle Spear attack, and this knocked her out. . She must have been weak from the fight with Terraforma.
No eons attacked me for a while, so I sat back and looked around. Bodies were littered everywhere. The Screeches of Umbreons from both sides filled the air.
Something dawned on me. It was exactly like my dream! I couldn’t believe it. I sure hoped it ended the same way, also.
Out of the blue, a huge eon approached me. His fur was matted with blood, and he had a huge grin on his face.
“Your leader was a cinch, ice-eon!” he hissed. “Now feel the power of the Nojin leader!”
Brightmind? Defeated? Angry tears stained my muzzle as I saw him, lying mutilated and bleeding like anything. “You shall pay for dishonouring my leader,” I hissed.
A crackling noise came from behind. I turned to see my beloved Blackflame behind me. “You shall pay twice fold!” He roared.
And with that, our struggle began.
Blackflame opened his mouth and launched the largest Shadow Ball I’d ever seen. It hit Wiseone with a force that would have killed any other eon, but he merely shook it off. It had taken a horribly pathetic amount of his total health.
“My turn,” he growled sinisterly, and sent a massive Hyper Beam in our direction. It hit me full force, knocking out a good half of my health.
Of course, Blackflame was a ghost type, and normal types didn’t affect him. Lucky.
He sent another Shadow Ball at Wiseone. This had a bit more affect on him, and he gave a small yelp.
Another eon joined us at this point, it was Stonehenge. He was angrier than I’d ever seen him, and he gave a harsh cry that caused huge chunks of rock to appear, and then fall on Wiseone.
While he was under attack, I decided to try something. Dodging the pelting Rock Slide, I leapt at Wiseone’s throat. If it all worked out, he would be defeated.
I sunk my teeth into his throat viciously. At this point, I was unaware of anything else going on in the background; it was just me and him. Blood filled my mouth, and I pulled back my lip a little to let it cascade out.
Wiseone let out a mighty gargling roar, and fell to the ground. I was nearly crushed by his huge body.
I finally unhinged myself, and turned to see my entire pack gawking at me. I grinned a bloody grin in response.
“Well, I guess that’s that!”
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Fortunately, our leader was not dead, like I had thought. He needed a lot of bed rest and help from Leafdawn, but he ended up just fine.
I was once again highly commended.
And I am very pleased to say, Stonehenge and Lightningbolt had three beautiful Eevees together.
As for me and Blackflame? No kids for us just yet, we’re not quite ready for it. We still remain very much in love, and I hope we do to the end of our days.
And I finally know why my name is Coldfire.
It’s all thanks to the fire within.
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THE END
Claimer: I own all the individual characters and the fake eons.
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon. Duh!
Please include your appraisals and comments, or constructive criticism. (NOT put downs! i.e. It sucked)
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THE FIRE WITHIN
I sat alone, away from the others, my eyes closed. I did not like this place at all. My abilities were taken for granted. They didn’t understand, more like they didn’t want to understand.
Why did I ever take refuge with these fools?
I am a Glacia, a creature of ice. I breathe frost, not fire, lightening, or water. I am soft blue, and more delicate than the others. My eyes aren’t red or black, they are navy.
I am Coldfire.
Why my parents called me that, I don’t know. I was born an Eevee, of course; my name was Faerie, but I grew up in the snow, and, while playing, I came across a strange stone. Being the foolish young creature I was, I touched it, and evolved. My parents renamed me with a smile. They were both Glacias, too. I was their little girl.
I’m not the only Glacia in the pack; there is another, Icesoul. Yet he is not like me. He is close friends with a Siliceon named Terraforma. He is involved with group dynamics.
Why had Rayquaza sent me here? Was it some sort of cruel joke?
My trail of thought was rudely interrupted when an excited Pumeon ran into me. I stood up and hissed at Stonehenge, who grinned apologetically.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I snarled at him. He looked at me with his dark eyes, searching me. I narrowed my eyes, a sign of respect. I liked Stonehenge, he was my only friend, if a little crazy, and the only one I ever spent time with in the group.
“There’s a new arrival,” He said, dancing around crazily. Stonehenge could never sit still. “He’s an Eevee, but as old as one of us,” he told me.
This interested me greatly. There hadn’t been any arrivals since I joined the pack three suns ago.
“Come to his evolving ceremony! It’s now!” Stonehenge pranced off a few feet, looked at me to see if I would follow him over the hill back to the cave. I trotted a few paces behind him, and he led me into the main chamber. The whole pack of about twenty eons (not counting the youngsters, although they were there) was there. In the centre stood an Eevee, but not with the youthful joy upon his face that any ordinary Eevee would have. He was wise, and caring. He seemed ready – not like I was when I evolved.
Evolving is a strange process. Your old body is sucked away, and your soul takes a new one. For the split second you are out of your body, you have a dream that lasts as long as if you were sleeping.
I dreamt of leading a pack to victory.
But that, of course, is another story. I am telling the story of how everything began to make sense to me.
The leader of the pack, the alpha male, Brightmind the Eliteon, wandered towards the newcomer. Brightmind was a tough, but fair leader. I quite liked him.
“State your name, newcomer,”
“Oberon”
“And you wish to join our pack and evolve?”
Oberon nodded. He was ready.
“Then by the power of the Creators – Groudon and Kyogre – and by the Keeper of the Balance –our lord Rayquaza, I grant you the right to join our pack – Tuju – and to pick a stone to evolve. I now call up a representative to present each stone,”
A group of giggling youngsters came up – each with a stone wrapped in a leaf. If they touched the stone, they would evolve, and they were not yet ready.
They placed the stones before Oberon. He glimpsed at each one, and then approached one. None of us could see what it was, as the leaves were folded over it so only he cold see it. He placed his paw on it, and began to glow.
I wondered what he was dreaming. Could it be good, bad, scary, relaxing?
But this was his business and not mine.
As he stopped glowing, the pack cheered. Eevees danced about and giggled.
He was a Scareon.
Scareon were mostly feared by humans, possibly more than any other eons. They have dark, navy fur, a purple ruff and tail, and piercing red eyes. They are solid most of the time, but when they battle, they become engulfed by black fire, and become a ghost, immune to any normal or fighting attacks.
He was a good edition to our pack, indeed.
“Oberon, I rename you Blackflame. Welcome to Tuju,”
All the others chanted “Tuju! Tuju!”
Except me, of course
Blackflame howled, then walked over to socialise with his new group.
Surprisingly, I felt drawn to him.
He was deep in conversation with Quicksilver the Aluieon when I approached him. He smiled at me with his perfect white fangs.
“Hello. Who are you?” He inquired, narrowing his eyes in respect. I dipped my head and narrowed my eyes in return.
“My name is Coldfire.”
“Well, that’s a pretty name for a pretty Eon.”
If I were human, I would have blushed. Instead, I raised my paw to my mouth and began to clean. There was an awkward silence between us for a few seconds, before Blackflame cleared his throat.
“So, Coldfire, Quicksilver tells me you’re a newcomer, like me.”
“That is correct”
“Well, I guess we have some common grounds, then?”
I gave a short laugh as the newcomer’s black lips broke into a smile. I didn’t know why, but I liked this eon. More than I’d ever liked any other. Was this… the curse of love?
---
Ever since I was a young eon, I had believed love to be nothing more than an useless emotion that got in the way of things that really mattered, like food, and the survival of our species. It had started when I was merely five suns old, I was cursed with the love of an Eevee named Demetrius, but as much as I followed him, he distained me. He was many suns older than I, and soon evolved into a Vaporeon, leaving the river near which he lived in pursuit of a young Leafia from the nearby forest, and a superficial one at that. I chased him for a while, informing him with my undying love for him. He refused, sounding and looking disgusted, and still to this day the harsh words he used to me scar my heart like the blades on an Aluieon’s back. Ever since then, my belief in love has been shattered.
But this time, my love for Blackflame would stay burning like an everlasting blaze; no matter how hard I tried to quench it.
Every time my eyes lay on his beautiful, dark body, or looked into those deep, kind red eyes, a shock pulsed through me. I began to spend a lot more time with the pack itself, just so I could be near him, speak to him, and look at him. It aroused a lot of attention from the rest of the pack, who were obviously surprised that I, Coldfire the loner, was spending time with them.
Especially Stonehenge.
I was having a conversation with my good friend Lightningbolt the Jolteon when Stonehenge approached me nervously. He walked with his ears and tail drooping, which for Stonehenge was extremely unusual. I had grown a lot closer to him as I spent my time with the group, and he had become my best friend. But I had never spoken to him alone, since when he got me for Blackflame’s evolving ceremony all those moons ago.
“Errm, Coldfire? May I speak to you alone for a moment?”
I was slightly annoyed, but kept it hidden. I had been staring at Blackflame as he basked in the sunlight, showing off his sleek, muscular body.
“Sure. Lightningbolt, I’ll be back in a second, okay?
Lightningbolt nodded, but confusion showed clearly on her spiky, yellow face. Stonehenge was a social eon, and never talked to others in private. She knew whatever he was going to say was extremely serious.
I followed Stonehenge into a strange, swampy part of the woods. “Wow, I’ve never been here before,” I mumbled absently.
He stopped at a rotten log, jumping onto it and indicating to me to do likewise. I sat beside him, our sides touching. I could feel his warmth and the distant beat of his heart.
Stonehenge turned to me, a strange expression in his kind, brown eyes. Was it… fear?
“Coldfire, what’s wrong with you? Before you spent all your time alone, and now you’re the life of the party! Well, not… you know.” He snickered at his little joke.
I giggled nervously. “Yes, I know, rock-head!” I teased. It was my favourite nickname for him.
“But you’ve just been acting a little weird, not the usual distant, aloof Coldfire that I know.” He shuffled about nervously, gauging the rotten wood of the log with his claws. “And, well, I hate to admit it, but I like – love – it.”
I sat there for a while, staring at him, confused, when suddenly it dawned on me. Stonehenge was in love with me!
“Oh, dear,” I giggled nervously, unable to meet his eyes. “Well, I’m so sorry. Really, Stonehenge, I am. But I already have a love interest.”
The rock-eon’s expression was one of pure disappointment. “Oh, really? May I ask whom?”
Fear zinged throught my heart ferociously. I had not told anybody about my obsession with Blackflame, but I knew Stonehenge could be trusted with my dirty little secret. It was not his disloyalty I was afraid of.
It was my own.
I was afraid to admit I loved him, yet still I did. I denied it to myself as much as I could, but inside I knew. I felt as if I had betrayed myself by breaking my own ethic: Never fall for another male. He will break your heart. And I was afraid to finalise the breaking of my sacred ethic by telling another Eon.
But I knew I had to. I braced myself and stuttered the single contraction that meant the world to me.
“Blackflame”
Stonehenge stared at me for a few seconds, then looked away and grimaced. “I thought so. I see the way you look at him, but I was afraid to say anything in case I was wrong.” Then his ears drooped and he sighed, resting his head in his paws.
I felt immensely sorry for my friend. Poor Stonehenge. How long had he felt this way? Did it hurt when I yelled at him for running into me? I walked over and licked his soft brown head. “I’m so sorry, Stonehenge, I truly am. But you know you’ll always be my best friend.”
He smiled. “Thanks, Coldfire.”
I left him alone in the forest, and wandered back to the clearing where Lightningbolt was still waiting for me.
---
My lust for Blackflame grew and grew over the next few moons. He spoke to me often, about weather, food, and the politics of the group. I was really quite proud of myself, as I kept my cool when I had the luxury of speaking to him. I treated him as I treated Stonehenge, who was fortunately still treating me normally. I talked to him about Blackflame and how in love with him I was, but I could still see the faraway sadness in his eyes. He still was obviously in love with me.
But he was a friend, and being with him would only ruin our relationship, and make me lust over Blackflame more, thus breaking his heart.
I even had the fortune of seeing my love in my dreams. We would run together, talk, and link tails. But there was one dream I was a little scared about.
It was very similar to my evolution dream, where I was leading a pack to victory. The sky was red, and a pack of vicious eons had set itself upon us. I was at the front, with Brightmind at my right and Stonehenge at my left. I battled an eon or two before finding Blackflame. I fought alongside him for a bit, until we our clan won, thanks to me for defeating the clan leader. I nuzzled Blackflame, but he said something disturbing. “You are the key, the shield, and the flame.”
It was really weird, and disturbed me. I felt a bit weird towards Blackflame for a while after that, which was sad, because I was beginning to think he liked me.
What really freaked me out was when I spotted a foreign eon whose scent I did not recognise out on one of my late-night hunts. It was an extremely large Artheon, and he reeked of Miltank droppings. It was obvious why, though. He had tried to cover his foreign scent up, but it had not worked. It only took a little bark to scare him off, as you never attacked a foreign eon on his land, unless you wanted his food or territory, and this was always done in a group. Frightened, I bolted straight into Brightmind’s den. He had informed me that he was worried, and that other eons from the Nojin pack had been sighted.
---
Over the next few moons, there were more sightings. Dead Pidgey and Rattata were found littered around our part of the forest, and, disgustingly, so were droppings. These eons were disgusting. Didn’t they know what a trench was for?
One sunny latespring day, Blackflame and went hunting together. We walked throught the exact part of the woods where Stonehenge admitted he loved me. We even went past the log, and I saw his claw marks.
“Well, Coldfire, what do you think of the sightings from Nojin?”
“It’s terrible.”
“Indeed.”
“But I do think Brightmind needs to take some more action against them. The droppings, the savaged prey, this won’t do.”
“Yes. I’m quite angry about that, actually. What are we supposed to do, sit around here, waiting to die?”
I couldn’t believe it. I felt exactly the same. “The longer he puts the attack off, the worse it gets.”
“Precisely.” He looked at me, and approached softly. “You know what I’m about,” he snarled softly. Before I knew it, my blue lips were pressed against his black ones, and his tongue was snaking into my mouth.
For me, this was paradise. So many times I had fantasised about this moment. I wanted to stay like this forever, with us making out and our tails linked.
But this, of course, was impossible.
The bushes behind him fluttered and shook violently. His soft, caressing tongue slopped disappointedly back into his mouth, and his lips peeled away from mine. He turned, and in one graceful movement leapt into the bushes.
There was a growl, a squawk, and the bush shook violently. I sat there, watching the commotion with great interest.
Soon, the shaking stopped, and Blackflame emerged with a Spearow in his teeth. “Share this with me, my love?”
I thanked him and reached down to the bird, getting a small portion of meat in my fangs and tearing it off. I had never really liked the rough texture of Spearow meat, but for once I didn’t have a problem with it, for it was Blackflame who caught it for me.
After we had stripped the bird of its meat, I licked the blood from his luxurious blue muzzle. He shut his eyes in pure pleasure, and snaked his tail around mine.
We stood like this until we were rudely interrupted once more by another rustle, in the trees this time. Blackflame gave an irate snarl, and began to climb.
I followed him up the tree with ease; I had often climbed trees to escape the others. We made our way to the top branches, which were a soft green in the warm latespring sun. As we had expected, a rival eon was waiting for us.
It was a Soareon this time. He stood watching us carefully, as if this was his territory and he had every right to be there.
Blackflame growled at him softly and advanced carefully along the narrow branch. Soareon are the lightest eon; they need to be. Their wing bones are hollow like that of a bird, and they can fly just as well as any Pidgeot. Blackflame, although he was a ghost type, weighed just as much as any other eon out of battle, only becoming weightless when he burnt with black fire.
The Soareon stared straight back at him, not paying any attention to the fact that a big Scareon was about to cream him.
Blackflame crouched down ready to pounce. Still, the intruder just watched, not saying anything. “Right,” snapped Blackflame gruffly. “You asked for it.”
As he snarled and leapt, the Soareon finally moved. Seconds before Blackflame made impact (or rather, would have) the intruder leapt out of the tree, spread his wings, and flew away. Blackflame flailed in the air clumsily, finally breaking his fall by grabbing the end of the branch.
The tree shook wildly with the sudden force of a fully grown male eon grabbing one of its branches at the last minute, especially the branch itself. I dug my claws into the wood as far as they would go and shut my eyes. Ever since I was a young eon, I had always had motion sickness. Even a “relaxing” ride on a log down a glacier made me ill.
The shaking stopped eventually, and I opened my eyes to see that Blackflame had hoisted himself back onto the branch and was smiling at me warmly. I smiled back, but in a few seconds his expression turned to one of horror as he looked to the left of me. “Coldfire, look out!”
But it was too late.
The Soareon hit me with full force, his sudden Wing Attack striking me hard across the face. I struggled to keep my footing, scraping the tree uselessly with my claws. I fell screaming for what seemed like ages before hitting the ground with one of my back paws at a weird angle underneath me.
The Soareon landed right by my head, ready to finish me off. As he raised his paw, I breathed out a frosty beam of ice crystals as my last defence. I was lucky, though, as my beam hit me and the rival froze solid.
I lay there panting for a moment while Blackflame slowly descended the tree. He bounded over to where I was lying, and licked my face.
“Coldfire? Are you okay? Can you walk?” His garnet eyes were full of worry.
I got up slowly, pretty pleased that I could still stand after falling all that way. But my pride was short lived. When I put some of my weight on my paw, which I needed to do in order to walk, a pain shot up my leg so great that I screamed and collapsed.
“My poor, poor girl. Let me carry you home. I need to have a little chat with Brightmind and then I’ll take you to Leafdawn, hmm?”
I nodded weakly as Blackflame scooped me onto his back. “Hold on tight,” He humoured, and began to sprint. I bumped against him painfully, hurting my dangerously swelling paw. Not only that, but he was running really fast, and this wasn’t doing anything for my motion sickness. When we finally got to Brightmind’s den, I vomited in the shrubs nearby.
Brightmind was sleeping peacefully in his bed of leaves when Blackflame barked for his attention. Our leader awoke with a start, and looked at us with grumpy, tired eyes. “This had better be important,” He growled, glaring at Blackflame.
The ghost-eon held his gaze fiercely. “Yes, it is important, leader.” He spat the last word.
“While you were here sleeping, we spotted another intruder, a Soareon up a tree. We climbed the tree to scare it off, and it ended up nearly killing Coldfire,” He looked at me, his eyes glazed with pity. “Look at her! She can’t even walk!”
Brightmind growled. “And what do you want me to do about it?” he snapped
I could see that Blackflame was furious now. Little flickers of black fire could be seen on his ruff and tail. “Launch an attack on the Nojin! What else? They will just keep on using our territory as our own personal hunting grounds and trench unless we do something instead of lazing around in our dens!”
Brightmind’s face became calm. “The wars of this pack are not for you to chose, ghost-eon. I am the leader, but if it makes you feel any better I will personally go and speak to the leader tomorrow. Is that okay?”
Blackflame had calmed, too. He nodded respectfully at his leader and muttered his thanks. “Now, take your girlfriend” – he said this with a grin - “to see Leafdawn, for Rayquaza’s sake!”
---
Leafdawn was the pack’s healer. Naturally, she was a soft, kind Leafia who lived in a den that smelt richly of herbs. She examined my paw with utmost care, clicking her tongue.
“Ooh, this looks nasty indeed. It’s very swollen and sore. Tell me sweetie, does it hurt when I do this?”
She bent my paw back only slightly. I felt absolutely nothing.
“No, just when I put weight on it.”
Leafdawn grinned at me warmly. “Well, you haven’t broken anything, Sweet-eon, just a nasty sprain. You’re a tough little Glacia, you are. If it had of been me, I would have shattered! But all you need is a few poppy seeds and maybe a couple of bay leaves to speed up your recovery. After a good night’s sleep, you should be as right as rain.”
I dipped my head at the grass-eon in respect. “Thankyou, Leafdawn. Enjoy your afternoon.”
I ate the poppy seeds and bay leaf she gave me, and Blackflame, who had watched nervously from the side the whole time, picked me up.
“You take care of her, Blackflame. I can see the fire within her.”
---
After drifting off the moment Blackflame lowered me to the ground in my den, I slept like a cub in a deep, dreamless sleep. When I woke up, light filtered into the cave like a beam of pure happiness. I stood up and was pleased to find my paw had healed. I thanked both Leafdawn and Rayquaza before trotting out of my den happily, greeting any eon I saw.
I met up with Stonehenge and Lightningbolt just as breakfast was starting. Eons didn’t eat at breakfast; they simply sat in a large group and discussed recent happenings before leaving on their own or in small groups on hunting expeditions, or going into the large clearings to sunbake, if it was warm.
I nuzzled my friends hello before settling down and telling them about the previous day. (Not about Blackflame and our little moment. An eon needs some privacy!) When I mentioned Blackflame’s little outburst at Brightmind, they both stared at each other, surprised, as if something that was previously unclear suddenly became obvious.
“What?” I asked them when they turned to me, their eyes wide.
“Brightmind called a pack meeting earlier on. He decided not to wake you, as you needed to heal. He left a bit after that to speak with the Nojin leader, Wiseone. He said due to an event that happened last night, he had decided to sort out this problem once and for all. He also said that if it came to it, you would fight beside him for defeating that Soareon. You were to be highly commended in your quick thinking and bravery,” Lightningbolt’s face broke into a huge grin. “I highly commend you, Coldfire!”
“As do I,” Stonehenge chuckled.
We all laughed for a moment, setting aside all our fears about the clan. It was nice to have this moment, where all was about laughter and not about war.
---
Brightmind returned late afternoon with a grim expression on his face. He called yet another pack meeting, and we all gathered in the main chamber that lead to all the other dens. Our living area was cavernous, there was no roof, it was a big, arena-like crater. Only our dens were under cover, and the archway that lead in. The young eons liked to pretend it was a footprint from Groudon.
“My beloved eons, young and old, our clan is facing a crisis. Before you fear, I shall tell you about my meeting with Wiseone, leader of Nojin,”
The whole pack exchanged nervous glances. I linked tails with Stonehenge for support.
“The Nojin are planning to take over our territory for their own. They say that we may join them, but those who oppose will be mercilessly slaughtered.”
Murmurs of worry filled the chamber, and a young eon began to wail. Toxicfang the Causteon desperately tried to calm her cub, before Brightmind continued.
“I have declared war with Nojin, and we fight at dusk on the plains. All eons over ten suns old must fight. All other young ones must stay behind with Leafdawn. I am aware that eons may die in this battle, but their blood would be spilled for the salvation of our clan.”
All eons cheered at the top of their lungs. “Tuju! Tuju! Tuju!”
Even me.
---
The preparations for the war were a sad sight.
Mothers farewelled their young ones, lovers sat snuggled up with their tails entwined, and mothers sobbed as their sons nuzzled them goodbye.
I sat with Blackflame, my muzzle buried into his warm blue fur. He licked my neck softly, smoothing down any wayward hairs.
“Are you scared, my beloved ice-eon?”
“Of course! Are you?”
“For sure. Ghosts still feel fear, you know.”
“I just want you to know, if either of us dies tonight, I will always love you,”
“Likewise. No matter what.”
We lay in silence for a few minutes, before I felt a foreign tongue on my shoulder.
I turned around to see Lightningbolt looking at me with sad green eyes. “It’s time, my friends,” she whispered.
---
The walk to the plains seemed like the longest walk of my life. Almost no eon’s muzzle was dry, save our leaders. I walked beside him, as he wanted to reward me for my bravery with the Soareon. I wondered what had become of the Soareon, and if I was to meet him in battle today.
“Have you been in a war before this, ice-eon?”
“No, sir, I can’t say have.”
“Well, may Rayquaza protect your scalp.”
“And yours, my leader.”
It didn’t take long to find the enemies. They were only about twenty eons strong, as we were, but it would still be a challenge.
Before I knew it, the war had begun.
A nasty-looking Brawleon tackled me to the ground, kicking me ferociously with his muscular back legs. I hit him back with a flurry of claws, and managed to bite his flailing red tail. He yelped and let go, giving me a chance to shoot a beam of ice crystals in his direction, freezing him solid.
“Cool,” I giggled, then ran off to find Blackflame.
He was, of course, fighting off the rival eons with amazing accuracy. His pelt burned with transparent black fire, and he hissed at his enemies like an angry Persian. My love belched out balls of a similar black flame to the one that burnt on his back. It was his Shadow Ball attack.
I helped him by swiping at a horribly scarred Aluieon. It tackled me to the bloody floor, it’s curly wire ruff scratching the hell out of my chest.
Fortunately for me, Stonehenge came to my rescue. As a Pumeon, he was very big and strong, and easily knocked down the Aluieon, pinning him flat. The Aluieon was clearly very strong, though, and threw my friend off him. Snarling, Stonehenge glared at his rival. A long line of rocks flew from his open jaws, hitting the Aluieon before trapping him completely in a pile of rocks.
“Eat Rock Tomb, wuss-eon!” roared Stonehenge before prancing off to find another foe. I was tackled by a large Flareon.
I was freaked out at this point, because fire types had a type advantage over ice types like me. I had to be really carefully with this rival and try to dodge her flames.
My neck was killing me and bleeding everywhere as I fought this foe. I dodged and swiped until I could no more and I had to call Blackflame for help. He was at my side in an instant.
“Run, Coldfire! Find a rival Drakeon!” I nodded and ran off. Drakeon were weak to ice types, as their own element was Dragon.
I soon found one locked in battle with Terraforma, the Siliceon. “Let me take him, you find a Jolteon, m’kay?” Terraforma thanked me and ran off.
The Drakeon instantly flung herself at me, but she missed me by a millimetre This gave me the opportunity to use my Icicle Spear attack, and this knocked her out. . She must have been weak from the fight with Terraforma.
No eons attacked me for a while, so I sat back and looked around. Bodies were littered everywhere. The Screeches of Umbreons from both sides filled the air.
Something dawned on me. It was exactly like my dream! I couldn’t believe it. I sure hoped it ended the same way, also.
Out of the blue, a huge eon approached me. His fur was matted with blood, and he had a huge grin on his face.
“Your leader was a cinch, ice-eon!” he hissed. “Now feel the power of the Nojin leader!”
Brightmind? Defeated? Angry tears stained my muzzle as I saw him, lying mutilated and bleeding like anything. “You shall pay for dishonouring my leader,” I hissed.
A crackling noise came from behind. I turned to see my beloved Blackflame behind me. “You shall pay twice fold!” He roared.
And with that, our struggle began.
Blackflame opened his mouth and launched the largest Shadow Ball I’d ever seen. It hit Wiseone with a force that would have killed any other eon, but he merely shook it off. It had taken a horribly pathetic amount of his total health.
“My turn,” he growled sinisterly, and sent a massive Hyper Beam in our direction. It hit me full force, knocking out a good half of my health.
Of course, Blackflame was a ghost type, and normal types didn’t affect him. Lucky.
He sent another Shadow Ball at Wiseone. This had a bit more affect on him, and he gave a small yelp.
Another eon joined us at this point, it was Stonehenge. He was angrier than I’d ever seen him, and he gave a harsh cry that caused huge chunks of rock to appear, and then fall on Wiseone.
While he was under attack, I decided to try something. Dodging the pelting Rock Slide, I leapt at Wiseone’s throat. If it all worked out, he would be defeated.
I sunk my teeth into his throat viciously. At this point, I was unaware of anything else going on in the background; it was just me and him. Blood filled my mouth, and I pulled back my lip a little to let it cascade out.
Wiseone let out a mighty gargling roar, and fell to the ground. I was nearly crushed by his huge body.
I finally unhinged myself, and turned to see my entire pack gawking at me. I grinned a bloody grin in response.
“Well, I guess that’s that!”
---
Fortunately, our leader was not dead, like I had thought. He needed a lot of bed rest and help from Leafdawn, but he ended up just fine.
I was once again highly commended.
And I am very pleased to say, Stonehenge and Lightningbolt had three beautiful Eevees together.
As for me and Blackflame? No kids for us just yet, we’re not quite ready for it. We still remain very much in love, and I hope we do to the end of our days.
And I finally know why my name is Coldfire.
It’s all thanks to the fire within.
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THE END
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