World War Eevee, a pokemon actionfic

Chapter 0. A price we are willing to pay.

> > Ombreon, Èvoli Kingdom.

The king steps onto the pedestal, his face shows that of anger, pure and raging anger, "Pour le Royaume!" He shouted, getting the entire crowd to cheer.

"Halt!" The crowd stopped, like minions, the king commands his kingdom with no regrets, no hesitation, no mercy.

"I have saddening news for all!" He started again after making sure the crowd will listen.

"Our neighboring kingdom. The Kingdom of Grüne Hügel has declared war on our homeland for a simple reason because they want to!" He announced, making sure to pick words that would rally the crowd.

And it did, whispers roam the lips of each citizen, talking to each other of the announcement, while some gasped out of horror.

"But do not fear!" The king, after seeing the reaction, satisfyingly announced, but did not show the smirk on his face.

"I have already sent the armée royale to intercept the oncoming army!" His words gave the crowd a sigh of relief, but he is not done yet, "but the army is not enough to stop the enemies from reaching our cities."

The crowd, now intertwined by their kings words, listened closely.

"That's why I call to you!" The king pointed to the sea of mons in front of him, giving everyone a shocking realization.

"We will need all the help we could get! The call to arms has been sent! Join us! Save our kingdoms from collapse!"

The crowd, despite some not convinced, cheered, war has arrived, and it will lead to histories bloodiest fight for survival.

World War Eevee.

"-Au pas camarade, au pas, au pas, au pas !" The voices of the many soldiers echoes with a mighty beat of their metallic boots.

"Well, general, I must say, these new recruits have proven them selves to be worriers in the making."

A blast of fire erupted near the trench as Èvoli soldiers held their newly acquired weapons tightly.

"These new weapons have proven themselves as well."

Pop, pop, pop, each sound, equals to a dead body on the enemy side on the ground,

"The "Modèle un Fusil de campagne" am I correct?"

Another pop echoed, this time, louder then any of the soldiers of both sides expected, sending them to a ringing state as the giant ball of stone impact the enemy line, sending dirt up into the air.

"And the new "Modèle un canon de campagne" ?"

The mon then nodded, his face showing that of excitement, pure, sunny excitment.

The general, who was smiling, spoke.

"Then Feuille, good luck out there!"

"Oui Monsieur!"

General Forêt regretted those words entirely, seeing the face of the mon he spoke too.

His chard body almost made him puke, his upper left face, slashed by a giant sword  showing the brains of the young mon.

Forêt's hands tighten into a fist, anger and sorrow floods his vain as the other soldieries carry the bodies of their fallen comrades to their final resting place. On the Lune de sang hill.

The great ocean winds blow greatly onto the army as the clouds move out of the way, revealing the sun, high in the sky.

To many, this is just a normal occurrence, a coincidence even, but to the general, this means the world has changed, and the era of old has died. Starting with those who lost their lives to this war.

"Mon's!" His voice roared, catching the attention of those around him, "we must take this as a warning! This war has no mercy to anyone! This war has already taken the lives of those who we hold dear. You've seen it!" He gestured to the battlefield, smoke stacks soar high into the sky.

The ground shakes as the Êvoli soldiers brace for another wave of enemy fire from their line.

The giant flaming balls land with a mighty quake vibrating around the impact site.

Those who survived then pop out from the trenches, aimed their new weapons, and then fired.

A wall of lead balls fly across the field before landing on the enemy line, killing many.

The soldiers duck down as other soldiers pop up, aim, and then fired. They repeated this for half an hour before they all had to duck as another wave of flaming balls land.

"-We will avenge those who have fallen today! We will get back to those who have killed our brothers!"

The soldiers hear these words as the memories of the recent battle flash in their heads, but  that trauma was a price they are willing to pay, the morel of the soldiers soar as the general spoke, his words, the tune of his voice. It was resonating to everyone.

"-Pour l'Evoli !"

"Pour l'Évoli !"

Cheers roared, this is the price they are willing to pay.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this old little story. If you want this to continue, please comment along with the usual pointers you do. Over and out.