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Eevee is unnoticed by everyone, dubbed a failure by even her father. She's never tried to be anything more than an Eevee: simple and unessential. However, when Eevee's friend returns after a year of silence, beggin...
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In Victorian times, purple hyacinth meant 'Please forgive me'.
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'After a bit of aimless walking, and struggling to follow the path on your map, you stumble upon two crumbling arches. It's dark; the sun is setting over the horizon, but you're hopelessly lost, and being outside after dark gives Them the opportunity to attack you.'
"Who's them?" A voice interjected.
I opened my eyes. Mercy, Nightshade, and I were still situated in the field Nightshade took us to. She said this was the perfect place because the grass was tall enough to hide in if anyone came here while looking for them. Though, the two fire-types seemed to think that they were somewhere else.
"The bad guys!" Nightshade whispered loudly, glaring at the Fennekin. "Don't interrupt me."
Mercy's bright green eyes widen as if she's confused by the Salandit's words. "Sorry," she finally said. "It isn't my fault you don't give background info." She closed her eyes before she could catch the annoyed glare the princess gave her.
Nightshade closed her eyes shortly after the Fennekin and continued talking about the Crumbling Castle, but all I could think about was when my father was going to show up and bark at us. Nightshade didn't give me the chance to tell him I was leaving. She claimed that he wouldn't even miss me, even though he always gave her grief for taking me and running off.
"Eevee!" Nightshade's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "What are you going to do?" My eyes darted between the two of them...why were they staring so intently? I lowered my head, fixing my gaze onto my paws. I could feel Mercy's judgmental eyes burning into my fur. She never seemed particularly happy when I was here. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she hated me.
Sure enough, the Fennekin's high, squeaky voice was the first I heard. "She wasn't listening." The grass beneath her paws made a subtle sound as she stood up to shake her light orange fur. In the moonlight, her fur shone an elegant silver. She was pretty...just like Nightshade. "I told you it wouldn't work." She was lacking in the friendliness department, though.
"Mercy, be quiet!" Nightshade snapped. I lifted my head at the sound of her voice. It used to be so foreign to me, but now, it's...one of my favorite things to listen to. "No wonder it didn't work." The Salandit rose to her hind legs, standing unsteadily. "She lives in a Clan full of boring Pokémon that don't do anything fun."
"Because hanging out with you," Mercy started, a hint of annoyance to her words, "the self-proclaimed trouble-maker, is so much better."
Nightshade smiled and nodded. "'Course it is!" After a futile attempt to stay standing on her hind legs, she finally dropped to the ground. "Why don't you make yourself useful," she said to the Fennekin. "Make it like we're really there."
