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]

The year is 1895 and with that comes a new century on the horizon. With it comes many new ideas and values; the west as it was once known is nearly gone, but the lawless land remains. Cole, a drifter with an unknown purpose has arrived in the small mining town of Evostone and what he thought would be a quick drink quickly pushes him to face a demon which he had spent years running from. Harlow, the sheriff and only lawmon of the town has seen it all. Though she keeps a tight grip on the outlaws who enter her town, it seems the constant stress and conflict is starting to catch up with her. While the two have lived entirely different lives, they soon come to realize the enemy they were running from was the same all along... (Art work is owned by yours truly!)