In the middle of a faraway desert lies a peculiar metropolis inhabited only by pokémon, an almost utopic paradise with a bit of an unseemly obsession with number seven. If you'd kindly lend an ear, this humble troubadour will tell you a tale from its past, about eight eeveelutions and how their paths would cross when their region faced a crisis unlike any other. **DISCLAIMER** We at Pokefic_Collections are dedicated to bringing remarkable, inspiring Pokemon fanfics onto Wattpad. This story was originally published by EntropyWing on FFNet. We are not the authors. More details are highlighted in the first chapter to clear up any confusion. Thank you. [Cover artwork created and owned by "cysketches" on Tumblr]

What does it mean to be free? For Myuku Cirimei, a tortured poet Jolteon, freedom is the ability to say what he believes, to portray expression and emotion through artforms and literature, to aid and provide the world through the flourishing medium of his writing. For Kazekiri Lyzaki, a crass, rebellious Vaporeon, freedom is standing up against the forces that underpin you, carving a name for yourself despite the lineage you might be born into, and seeking the truth, free from consequence. For Kiru Kakaryko, a troubled, progressive Glaceon, freedom is unshackling yourself from your past, seeking redemption from what you have done and living in your own current state, without worry of the past's burdens and the future's mysteries. Find out how these three, and many other Eeveelutions, will etch freedom into a plagued archipelago. Also, a quick thank you to @Alonzoapodaca3938 for the cover edit, always appreciate it, mate.