Umbreon's Journal Entry
By Mega Ampharos
It was so long ago, it seems, so many universes away�Most Umbreons like myself would have forgotten such an incident ever happened, after all their telepathic powers could provide the energy needed to erase the memory altogether. I admit, this memory, this fragment of her, it's painful, but beautiful and wonderful. I can hardly live without her.
The sea churns playfully over the beach as I pen these words, just like it did the day when everything began-when was it, sixty, eighty years ago?. Trainers were just beginning to capture we pokemon and almost a hundred breeds seemed to filter out of the earth completely, too scared to encounter these mysterious beings. Others, like Charizard and Mewtwo, stayed out in hopes of battling these creatures. None prevailed, they were captured and domesticated.
I was an Eevee at the time, strong-willed and mindless, too grotesquely interested in my own self than the others around. I lived with the most powerful band of Eevees on this earth and felt well protected enough. We lived in a clearing of a massive forest where water and fresh foods were abundant and Trainers never came. A few miles away we could hear the sea rocking over the beach, crashing over the sands with a passionate hunger for the warmth of the beach.
My life was perfect. I was popular, handsome and smart, safe and allowed to roam where I wished. Many tales that take place in this time involve lives being torn apart by capture and removal. Mine was torn apart by her.
Up until when I was fifteen, she had seemed unremarkable and even brink gross like the other females, just a puffy-tailed freak with long eyelashes and a gentler voice. But that year, hormones or something, I guess, had caused her to seem beautiful. No, she was perfect; every flake of fur flawless, every eyelash combed neatly, her eyes brilliantly gold, her mouth curved, her chest heavy.
"Amber," whispered another female, indicating my yellow-eyed love. Amber turned to her and they whispered softly back and forth, then Amber turned to me and giggled. The two waltzed off, and I burned in shame.
"A�girl?" my best friend had yelled, appalled. "A�Girl?"
I went out of my way from then on to pick her the nicest fruits, hold springy branches back when she wanted to go somewhere. She noticed me too, I could tell, the way she grinned at me and batted her lashes.
When I was twenty we were sitting beside the pond washing the stone slabs where our food cooked and I felt something warm and healthy brush against my tail. I knew immediately that my Amber was finally admitting that feelings were mutual. We shifted closer together and (as if we were thinking with one mind) looked up at each other.
"Amber," I whispered, realizing it wasn't just a petty crush.
"Oh," she whispered, realizing the same thing. We didn't need to vocalize our feelings, they were evident, audible in the breaths of the wind, visible in the blades of grass, tinting the sky blue and making the air smell humid. As a custom, we leaned together, and fell into each other's arms.
The next day we never left each other's sides, clearly desperately in love. Now, realize, I don't use this word lightly. I realize its depth now, too late (of course). I use it with meaning and conviction, I use it to represent not sleeping at night and feeling sick and eager and sad and happy and complete all in one, I use it to represent my Amber.
The day after that was pandemonium. First thing when I woke up my mother started screaming at me (too young, too young!). Then, at noon, the trainers found us. They flocked to our clearing, bombarding us with those evil balls, tossing them about like they were stones and they were attempting to kill us. To our horror, some domesticated Pokemon began to attack us and weaken us. I grappled through the crowd to Amber, and we hid in the bushes with others.
When we were found we were hungry and cold, nestled together in a fear-sweat dripped ball, and we didn't even put up a fight as the same owner pulled us into two different Pok�balls.
We were released inside a canvas tent, a pleasant woman rubbing ointments on our wounds. Amber and I moved closer together.
The next few months were a blur, battles, screams, pain, love, longing for our Eevees. Our trainer, Martimus Oak, became rich and strong.
Perhaps before I continue, I should explain something.
Pokemon are very strict about cross breeding, because if something is crossbred it may cause a deadly flaw in the genes of a pokemon and eventually wipe out pokemonkind. This is why a Beedrill cannot mate with a Butterfry, nor a Growlithe with a Meowth.
To treat us to something special we were brought to an expensive looking shop and each of his pokemon were bough an evolution stone.
"Oh my god," whispered Amber. I looked up at the sign. "Evolve your pokemon into the kind you want it to be!" she whispered, reading out loud.
"Amber, we must resist," I whispered.
"We must," she agreed.
Our trainer tried to force me to become an Umbreon, despite my whining and biting and flailing, at the end of the day he gave up, with Amber too, she would not be a Vaporeon, not yet.
We snuggled close together that night, when suddenly from behind Amber was apprehended by Martimus.
"Don't let's go!" I screamed, jumping after her, flashing teeth, but she was pinned and helpless, forced to be rubbed in the residue of the stone. Before my eyes my beautiful Amber lost the fur and eyes and eyelashes I knew so well. She was blue, scaled, ugly to me, no longer mine.
Our eyes mEt in horror and we were both so shaked with emotion we couldn't cry out at each other, we couldn't even whisper or sob, we were stunned and shocked.
"I'm sorry," she whispered that night. "I'm sorry I didn't fight more."
"Does he have a water stone left?" I asked. We sat a full six feet away from each other, I was disgusted by her slimy torso, her long tail, her red eyes.
"No," she whispered. "That was used on Vaux," referring to the other Vaporeon. I sobbed passionately that night, knowing that it would be she and Vaux that would get the happily-ever-after I craved so bad.
I put up no fight as I was evolved into an Umbreon. I admired and tested my new body. During the next two weeks Vaux and Amber drifted closer as she and I drifted apart. She wasn't being disloyal, I knew, it was animal magnetism. If there were an umbreon around, I would be attracted to her. But nevertheless I felt cheated, even knowing she had no choice.
She slept beside Vaux that night, and the pain in my heart became too unbearable.
"Amber, love," I whispered, knowing she couldn't hear but would remember distantly. "I love you, oh, how I love you, more than the dry sea loves a rainstorm or the chilly arctic loves a sunny day, I love you more than words can say, but I cannot love you, not unless I de-evolve, which is impossible, we were meant to be but now we are not and I cannot live with it. I love you," and I stalked off through the night, away, on my own, trainer-less and love-less.
I became nomadic, a depressing and non-changing life. I met many Umbreon's but I couldn't even compare them to Amber's beauty, her aesthetic manners, her sense of humor, her dependence of my protection.
I never saw her again.
I have never loved since I love her, knowing how bad love hurts. I can't stand the memory of her and Vaux curled together, asleep, but I can stand the memory of her, her eyes, her face, her love, and that is something I can't risk losing just because I'm a bit touchy.
The above text was found in an ancient Umbreon's cave, penned out and put in an envelope addressed simply, "Amber". The Umbreon was found, deceased, on the bed in the same room.