Note: This story will be written in third person omniscient, meaning it will be from no perspective, but you can still read each character's thoughts.
Prologue: The Fist Plate
Eevee bounded along the riverside. She always loved watching the Buizel and Bibarel play in the water and the Starly soar through the sky. This particular time was serious, howbeit exciting. Eevee was contemplating her evolution. She didn't want to be Flareon, Jolteon, or Vaporeon, thinking their types to be too basic. Leafeon and Glaceon were too.. childish. Umbreon and Espeon seemed too serious. Sylveon was just plain girly, and it did not appeal at all to the tomboyish Evolution Pokémon. Eevee became lost in her thoughts until she tripped over a rock and fell muzzle-first onto the ground. She pushed herself up with her front paws, not realizing her right paw had settled itself on a piece of metal jutting out of the damp soil. The brown fox-like Pokémon looked down and clawed at the soil before unearthing a slab of steel with a fist stamped on it.
"A Fist Plate!" thought Eevee. She kicked it away, not caring for it, as she only knew Growl, Quick Attack, and Swift, and she began to radiate a bright light.
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The New Eeveelution
FanfictionEevee didn't want to be a NORMAL Eeveelution. She wanted to be special. One day, she came across a peculiar burgundy-colored slab of metal, known to Trainers as the "Fist Plate," used to enhance Fighting-type moves. Little did she know, that item wo...
