Story Notes:
Basically, I've been wanting to make a very long lasting series with lots of intrigue and such, and have finally come up with this. I like the story-line behind it, though for now I'm just going to post the first chapter to see just what everyone thinks of it. No sex until later chapters.
Chapter 3: Fate's Eyes
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"But I wanna come to! I wanna fight!" Syon shouted out after his father, though still staying within the burrow, watching as the Absol left...stopped, and turned around.
"No Syon, you aren't strong enough yet. If you die, all my work would have been for nothing."
Jag snorts. "Stay in there, and help to guard the camp. Ruby will be here still, ask her if the defense force needs any assistance."
The Eevee growls with frustration, but nods and looks down to hide the tears that threatened to spill. Syon had seen his father leave for a battle, yes...but every time he would come home hurt, and it worried the kit endlessly.
"Just please come home..." He whispered as Jag marched off to a battle that he had been assigned to lead. The empire had once more launched an offensive against the force of criminals, assassins, crooks, and mercenaries. As usual, the smaller force was winning, the battle hardened veterans of Bloodgrass Fields had learned they just needed to kill enough to demoralize the enemy, then leave.
The Eevee shook his head, dashing the moisture from them, and loping over to where Ruby lived...hoping she would give him something to do that might take his mind off of the battle in the distance.
"Hm? Boy, come here." Came a voice to Syon's left. He stopped, and looked towards it, tilting his head. An Arcanine stood there, waiting in front of his den for the young one to get to him. This Arcanine wasn't just any fire type, this was the actual leader of the Bloodgrass Fields, a warlord of sorts.
Syon saluted to the canine pokemon, the action earning a soft chuckle. "Heheh, at ease young one. No need for you to be saluting me...yet." He smirked a bit. "Now, the reason why I called you over is I overheard you talking with Jag about wanting to fight in the upcoming battle I assigned him to."
The Eevee nodded and splayed his long, narrow ears out. "Ye-yes sir. I don't like it when he comes home wounded, it worries me."
The Arcanine chuckled again. "Don't worry about old Jag, the day he dies is the day I turn pink." He gave the younger a slight smile. "And I don't think my fur is going to be lightening anytime soon..."
Syon gave a soft giggle, then bit his lip to shut himself up. "Yes sir." Was what he managed to get out after a minute or two of training his expression...the thought of the Boss as a pink Arcanine made the young kit have to fight so that he wouldn't laugh.
Seeing he had the kit on the verge of cracking up, he sat himself down and tried to make his deep, craggy voice soft and light. "Yes I would look so pretty as a pink puppy, wouldn't you agree?"
"Pthbbb..." Syon couldn't hold it any longer and cracked up, laughing so hard that he fell onto his belly and cried a bit from the slight pang that developed in his side from using and exhaling air so quickly. It took him a moment or two to recover, panting softly, then nearly jumping out of his skin as a huge, hot paw descended on his back. Blue eyes turned up to look at the scarred Arcanine's muzzle.
"Feel better now?" He asked, smiling a little.
The Eevee nodded. "Yes mister Arcanis, sir."
Arcanis chuckled and patted the boy's back, which nearly made him get squished beneath the paw that was the size of his entire body. "Good. Now...what I want you to do is to help me with the upcoming battle. Your job is going to be a somewhat dangerous one, but you won't be anywhere near the actual fighting."
Syon wiped his eyes dry and nodded, ears perking as his tail wagged...eager to help. "Yes sir, what is it?"
The large male smiled. "I want you to be my messenger...my last one died in an ambush, and I've been in need of a new one."
The Eevee gulped, but nodded, still not deterred. "Of course sir, what's the message you need delivered?"
"I need you to take this letter..." the Arcanine handed the Eevee a scroll rolled up and tied off with a piece of cord. "To your father, Jag. Once that's done, he'll either send you back, or give you another letter and tell you where to send it. He will be your commanding officer, you will take orders from him without question. Is that clear?"
Syon picked up on the commanding tone given for the last sentence, the kit standing straight and saluting. "Crystal, sir." He said, equally serious...but his tail wagging couldn't be stopped as he took the rolled up letter, and dashed off in the direction of the skirmish.
His short legs and small paws may have made the young Eevee look small, but he could really move, using quick attack at an almost constant rate, finding that bounding up and traveling by jumping from branch to branch would be the easiest way to go through the trees, as it took less effort on his part. Those below would only see a brown blur jumping from branch to branch, only a soft rustle telling of his coming and going.
Eventually, he got to where the sounds of battle could be heard, the smell of blood, smoke, fire, and combat fresh in the Eevee's nose. Syon looked for the command tent, where his father would most likely be, and landed two paces away from the guards, who jumped and gave a cry of surprise before both Jolteons brandished their spines and growled. "Who goes there? State your business!"
Syon just showed them the seal on the letter, and one nodded, peeking inside the tent and saying a message had arrived from base. Jag soon came out and went wide-eyed at the sight of the kit standing there. "Wh...Syon!? What're you doing here?"
The Eevee just pushed the letter towards Jag and wagged his tail. "Commander Arcanis said to bring this to you. I'm his new messenger." He smiled in glee at the new title he'd been given...a promotion of sorts, at least to his young mind.
Jag just shook his head and growled, then opened the letter to read...exactly as Syon had said.
"Jag, old friend, I've been watching your son for some time, and think that while he is not ready to fight, he is more than ready to participate in the defense of our home. He is now my official messenger, and is under your command. Good luck.
Signed, Commander Arcanis."
He sighed and tossed the note into his tent. "Fine. Wait here." He then disappeared into his tent for a few moments, then returned with another letter. "Take this to the forward base North East of here. And be careful damnit...there are most likely enemy scouts lurking about, trying to find this place."
Syon took the letter into his maw, saluted, then sprinted off, running through the blood red blades of grass swiftly. His eyes and ears are tuned to see any enemies about, if any, and makes a note to avoid any suspicious smells or sounds.
The forward base was easy to find, nothing more than a giant cluster of soldiers surrounding one pokemon, a Manectric whose fur had turned a pure white from using electric attacks so many times. His fur sparked and crackled with blue electricity, before a bolt of lightning surged from his body, firing up into the sky, and landing somewhere on the battlefield. Enemy shrieks of pain were rewarded for the lucky shot, bringing a smirk to the male's long, narrow muzzle.
"Thunderhead, sir, message from my f...from Jag!" The cry of the young Eevee rang out over the sounds of battle not a mile from where they stood.
Thunderhead quirked an eyebrow and turned his head from the battle, looking down in surprise at the young Eevee. 'So young...' he thought. But if Arcanis allowed this boy into this job, then he must have a reason...the fire type was rarely wrong. "Thank you boy." He said, opening the letter and reading it over.
"...form ranks!" He shouted, the letter sparking, then vanishing in a puff of smoke. "We're going to sound the final charge. Let's show these runts what a real battle is like!"
Resounding roars, howls, and snarls flowed from the assembled force on the hill, before they all charged down into the valley. It looked like they would all be killed...like a mouse taking on a cat...but they were more than capable of winning this battle, and Syon wished so much to be with them as he watched, feeling his heart being tugged on to the battle...but he fought it, and just watched as the reinforcements of both sides entered the battle.
Pokemon of all sorts waged war upon each other, clawing, biting, kicking, doing anything to get the upper paw on their opponent. It made the young pokemon shudder in fear and desire, both waging their own war upon the Eevee's mind. He was horrified at the carnage that a war could bring, but desired to be a part of the battle at the same time, wishing he could fight.
"I want to fight...but..." Syon looked down at his young form, sure it was suited for combat, but compared to the others...evolved, far more powerful than he. "I'm just...not strong enough." He said with a sigh, sitting down on the grass and watching...waiting, for a sign that he would be needed.
The kit was too enveloped in the battle going on below him, too distracted, to notice the pokemon sneaking slowly, carefully, towards the young Eevee. Bit by bit, the dark shape moved closer to the brown fox like pokemon, the blade on one side of its head gleaming dully in the clouded sunlight, making the world around the battle become a blood red color that matched the grass for which the fields were named after.
A growling from behind Syon broke him out of his trance of sorts, and he turned around in time to see the black scythe whipping towards his neck. With a yelp, he twisted in place, the sharp blade nicking the fur around his neck and slicing a few strands free. He got to his paws quickly, then leapt back as a ball of pure dark energy pounded into the earth where he was a moment ago.
Syon landed on his paws, legs spread and head low, growling at his attacker, his...opponent. It was an Absol, and looked a lot like his father. But no matter, most Absols looked alike, right? It was glaring at him, growling fiercely in its throat and preparing for another attack, judging by the glowing on its scythe. The Eevee didn't know what to do...attack it, or run for his life?
"Hold him down Sloan, we'll capture and question him!" came a cry from behind Syon. That decided it for him. The air around him rippled, then exploded in a Hidden Power attack from the Eevee, distracting the Pokemon that were trying to capture him long enough that he could make a break for it, almost flying through the grass as he ran.
His paws took him back to the camp where his father was, and only then did he slow down, and stumble into the tent, panting tiredly. Jag glanced at the Eevee and snorted softly. "Took you long enough..." He commented, then turned to face his son. "Did you deliver the message like I ordered you to?"
Syon nodded, then sat with a soft sigh. "Yes fa...sir, I did. Thunderhead and the others charged. I watched for awhile to see how it was going...Thunderhead was winning when I left."
Jag grinned and nodded. "Excellent. Wait..." He stepped forward, and put a paw to the Eevee's neck, then drew it back and examined his claw...where a few drops of blood where. An eyebrow quirked as he growled. "I thought I told you not to fight."
Syon's ears splayed out. "I didn't...an Absol attacked me when I wasn't looking..." He looked at the ground sheepishly.
Now both of the Absol's eyebrows raised. "...an Absol you say?"
The Eevee nodded. "Uh huh."
"Hmm...did you happen to get a look at the color of its eyes?" He asked, smiling slightly.
"Wha, his...eyes?" Syon tilted his head and blinked a few times. "Er..."
"Yes, his eyes, what color were they?"
"Oh, um...I think they were green, like yours." He said, thinking back. The glint of bright emerald shined back into his mind as the Absol from earlier glared at him. "Y-yeah, they were green."
Jag just smiled. "Really...hmm..." He paced over to where a pile of cushions were and lay himself out on them, looking thoughtful. "Heh, well how 'bout that...irony at its best."
Syon looked rather confused, as he padded over and lay down beside the larger male, scooting closer and pressing into the warm fur. "How is ironic?"
The Absol looked down at his adoptive son and grinned. "Because that Absol, was most likely my brother...your father, Sloan, just tried to kill you."
The Eevee's blue eyes widened in surprise, then went half lidded as he looked down at the rug he lay on. "Oh...wow, I didn't...didn't know."
Jag shrugged. "Doubt you would've. But, Syon, I want you to know...I'm training you so you can finally defeat your real father, the one who abandoned you."
Syon looked up at his father in startlement. "What? But...I could never be that strong..."
"Sure you could, you're already quite strong...remember that thing where I told you, you get stronger whenever you're angry?"
The Eevee nodded. "Uh huh."
"Well, once you can master that, I'll take you to see him...and we'll see what my younger brother's reaction is to seeing the son he thought dead, tearing his throat open." A dark chuckle left the Absol.
"Y-yeah..." Syon's ears folded back, and he sighed softly, lowering his head down onto his forepaws and closing his eyes. "I'd rather just stay here with you. You actually care for me, he'd rather I be dead..."
Jag threw a paw over his son's shoulders. "Yep, now doesn't that just make you rather mad? Frustrated...angry?"
The fur along the fox pokemon's back bristled just a tad. "Yes..."
The dark type smirked. "Good. We'll build on that when we get home. In the mean time...I have more messages for you to deliver, so stop lazing about, and lets get to working.
Syon stood and shook himself, then nodded and saluted to his father, a faint growl in his voice. "Yes, sir." His real father, this...Sloan, would pay...
"But I wanna come to! I wanna fight!" Syon shouted out after his father, though still staying within the burrow, watching as the Absol left...stopped, and turned around.
"No Syon, you aren't strong enough yet. If you die, all my work would have been for nothing."
Jag snorts. "Stay in there, and help to guard the camp. Ruby will be here still, ask her if the defense force needs any assistance."
The Eevee growls with frustration, but nods and looks down to hide the tears that threatened to spill. Syon had seen his father leave for a battle, yes...but every time he would come home hurt, and it worried the kit endlessly.
"Just please come home..." He whispered as Jag marched off to a battle that he had been assigned to lead. The empire had once more launched an offensive against the force of criminals, assassins, crooks, and mercenaries. As usual, the smaller force was winning, the battle hardened veterans of Bloodgrass Fields had learned they just needed to kill enough to demoralize the enemy, then leave.
The Eevee shook his head, dashing the moisture from them, and loping over to where Ruby lived...hoping she would give him something to do that might take his mind off of the battle in the distance.
"Hm? Boy, come here." Came a voice to Syon's left. He stopped, and looked towards it, tilting his head. An Arcanine stood there, waiting in front of his den for the young one to get to him. This Arcanine wasn't just any fire type, this was the actual leader of the Bloodgrass Fields, a warlord of sorts.
Syon saluted to the canine pokemon, the action earning a soft chuckle. "Heheh, at ease young one. No need for you to be saluting me...yet." He smirked a bit. "Now, the reason why I called you over is I overheard you talking with Jag about wanting to fight in the upcoming battle I assigned him to."
The Eevee nodded and splayed his long, narrow ears out. "Ye-yes sir. I don't like it when he comes home wounded, it worries me."
The Arcanine chuckled again. "Don't worry about old Jag, the day he dies is the day I turn pink." He gave the younger a slight smile. "And I don't think my fur is going to be lightening anytime soon..."
Syon gave a soft giggle, then bit his lip to shut himself up. "Yes sir." Was what he managed to get out after a minute or two of training his expression...the thought of the Boss as a pink Arcanine made the young kit have to fight so that he wouldn't laugh.
Seeing he had the kit on the verge of cracking up, he sat himself down and tried to make his deep, craggy voice soft and light. "Yes I would look so pretty as a pink puppy, wouldn't you agree?"
"Pthbbb..." Syon couldn't hold it any longer and cracked up, laughing so hard that he fell onto his belly and cried a bit from the slight pang that developed in his side from using and exhaling air so quickly. It took him a moment or two to recover, panting softly, then nearly jumping out of his skin as a huge, hot paw descended on his back. Blue eyes turned up to look at the scarred Arcanine's muzzle.
"Feel better now?" He asked, smiling a little.
The Eevee nodded. "Yes mister Arcanis, sir."
Arcanis chuckled and patted the boy's back, which nearly made him get squished beneath the paw that was the size of his entire body. "Good. Now...what I want you to do is to help me with the upcoming battle. Your job is going to be a somewhat dangerous one, but you won't be anywhere near the actual fighting."
Syon wiped his eyes dry and nodded, ears perking as his tail wagged...eager to help. "Yes sir, what is it?"
The large male smiled. "I want you to be my messenger...my last one died in an ambush, and I've been in need of a new one."
The Eevee gulped, but nodded, still not deterred. "Of course sir, what's the message you need delivered?"
"I need you to take this letter..." the Arcanine handed the Eevee a scroll rolled up and tied off with a piece of cord. "To your father, Jag. Once that's done, he'll either send you back, or give you another letter and tell you where to send it. He will be your commanding officer, you will take orders from him without question. Is that clear?"
Syon picked up on the commanding tone given for the last sentence, the kit standing straight and saluting. "Crystal, sir." He said, equally serious...but his tail wagging couldn't be stopped as he took the rolled up letter, and dashed off in the direction of the skirmish.
His short legs and small paws may have made the young Eevee look small, but he could really move, using quick attack at an almost constant rate, finding that bounding up and traveling by jumping from branch to branch would be the easiest way to go through the trees, as it took less effort on his part. Those below would only see a brown blur jumping from branch to branch, only a soft rustle telling of his coming and going.
Eventually, he got to where the sounds of battle could be heard, the smell of blood, smoke, fire, and combat fresh in the Eevee's nose. Syon looked for the command tent, where his father would most likely be, and landed two paces away from the guards, who jumped and gave a cry of surprise before both Jolteons brandished their spines and growled. "Who goes there? State your business!"
Syon just showed them the seal on the letter, and one nodded, peeking inside the tent and saying a message had arrived from base. Jag soon came out and went wide-eyed at the sight of the kit standing there. "Wh...Syon!? What're you doing here?"
The Eevee just pushed the letter towards Jag and wagged his tail. "Commander Arcanis said to bring this to you. I'm his new messenger." He smiled in glee at the new title he'd been given...a promotion of sorts, at least to his young mind.
Jag just shook his head and growled, then opened the letter to read...exactly as Syon had said.
"Jag, old friend, I've been watching your son for some time, and think that while he is not ready to fight, he is more than ready to participate in the defense of our home. He is now my official messenger, and is under your command. Good luck.
Signed, Commander Arcanis."
He sighed and tossed the note into his tent. "Fine. Wait here." He then disappeared into his tent for a few moments, then returned with another letter. "Take this to the forward base North East of here. And be careful damnit...there are most likely enemy scouts lurking about, trying to find this place."
Syon took the letter into his maw, saluted, then sprinted off, running through the blood red blades of grass swiftly. His eyes and ears are tuned to see any enemies about, if any, and makes a note to avoid any suspicious smells or sounds.
The forward base was easy to find, nothing more than a giant cluster of soldiers surrounding one pokemon, a Manectric whose fur had turned a pure white from using electric attacks so many times. His fur sparked and crackled with blue electricity, before a bolt of lightning surged from his body, firing up into the sky, and landing somewhere on the battlefield. Enemy shrieks of pain were rewarded for the lucky shot, bringing a smirk to the male's long, narrow muzzle.
"Thunderhead, sir, message from my f...from Jag!" The cry of the young Eevee rang out over the sounds of battle not a mile from where they stood.
Thunderhead quirked an eyebrow and turned his head from the battle, looking down in surprise at the young Eevee. 'So young...' he thought. But if Arcanis allowed this boy into this job, then he must have a reason...the fire type was rarely wrong. "Thank you boy." He said, opening the letter and reading it over.
"...form ranks!" He shouted, the letter sparking, then vanishing in a puff of smoke. "We're going to sound the final charge. Let's show these runts what a real battle is like!"
Resounding roars, howls, and snarls flowed from the assembled force on the hill, before they all charged down into the valley. It looked like they would all be killed...like a mouse taking on a cat...but they were more than capable of winning this battle, and Syon wished so much to be with them as he watched, feeling his heart being tugged on to the battle...but he fought it, and just watched as the reinforcements of both sides entered the battle.
Pokemon of all sorts waged war upon each other, clawing, biting, kicking, doing anything to get the upper paw on their opponent. It made the young pokemon shudder in fear and desire, both waging their own war upon the Eevee's mind. He was horrified at the carnage that a war could bring, but desired to be a part of the battle at the same time, wishing he could fight.
"I want to fight...but..." Syon looked down at his young form, sure it was suited for combat, but compared to the others...evolved, far more powerful than he. "I'm just...not strong enough." He said with a sigh, sitting down on the grass and watching...waiting, for a sign that he would be needed.
The kit was too enveloped in the battle going on below him, too distracted, to notice the pokemon sneaking slowly, carefully, towards the young Eevee. Bit by bit, the dark shape moved closer to the brown fox like pokemon, the blade on one side of its head gleaming dully in the clouded sunlight, making the world around the battle become a blood red color that matched the grass for which the fields were named after.
A growling from behind Syon broke him out of his trance of sorts, and he turned around in time to see the black scythe whipping towards his neck. With a yelp, he twisted in place, the sharp blade nicking the fur around his neck and slicing a few strands free. He got to his paws quickly, then leapt back as a ball of pure dark energy pounded into the earth where he was a moment ago.
Syon landed on his paws, legs spread and head low, growling at his attacker, his...opponent. It was an Absol, and looked a lot like his father. But no matter, most Absols looked alike, right? It was glaring at him, growling fiercely in its throat and preparing for another attack, judging by the glowing on its scythe. The Eevee didn't know what to do...attack it, or run for his life?
"Hold him down Sloan, we'll capture and question him!" came a cry from behind Syon. That decided it for him. The air around him rippled, then exploded in a Hidden Power attack from the Eevee, distracting the Pokemon that were trying to capture him long enough that he could make a break for it, almost flying through the grass as he ran.
His paws took him back to the camp where his father was, and only then did he slow down, and stumble into the tent, panting tiredly. Jag glanced at the Eevee and snorted softly. "Took you long enough..." He commented, then turned to face his son. "Did you deliver the message like I ordered you to?"
Syon nodded, then sat with a soft sigh. "Yes fa...sir, I did. Thunderhead and the others charged. I watched for awhile to see how it was going...Thunderhead was winning when I left."
Jag grinned and nodded. "Excellent. Wait..." He stepped forward, and put a paw to the Eevee's neck, then drew it back and examined his claw...where a few drops of blood where. An eyebrow quirked as he growled. "I thought I told you not to fight."
Syon's ears splayed out. "I didn't...an Absol attacked me when I wasn't looking..." He looked at the ground sheepishly.
Now both of the Absol's eyebrows raised. "...an Absol you say?"
The Eevee nodded. "Uh huh."
"Hmm...did you happen to get a look at the color of its eyes?" He asked, smiling slightly.
"Wha, his...eyes?" Syon tilted his head and blinked a few times. "Er..."
"Yes, his eyes, what color were they?"
"Oh, um...I think they were green, like yours." He said, thinking back. The glint of bright emerald shined back into his mind as the Absol from earlier glared at him. "Y-yeah, they were green."
Jag just smiled. "Really...hmm..." He paced over to where a pile of cushions were and lay himself out on them, looking thoughtful. "Heh, well how 'bout that...irony at its best."
Syon looked rather confused, as he padded over and lay down beside the larger male, scooting closer and pressing into the warm fur. "How is ironic?"
The Absol looked down at his adoptive son and grinned. "Because that Absol, was most likely my brother...your father, Sloan, just tried to kill you."
The Eevee's blue eyes widened in surprise, then went half lidded as he looked down at the rug he lay on. "Oh...wow, I didn't...didn't know."
Jag shrugged. "Doubt you would've. But, Syon, I want you to know...I'm training you so you can finally defeat your real father, the one who abandoned you."
Syon looked up at his father in startlement. "What? But...I could never be that strong..."
"Sure you could, you're already quite strong...remember that thing where I told you, you get stronger whenever you're angry?"
The Eevee nodded. "Uh huh."
"Well, once you can master that, I'll take you to see him...and we'll see what my younger brother's reaction is to seeing the son he thought dead, tearing his throat open." A dark chuckle left the Absol.
"Y-yeah..." Syon's ears folded back, and he sighed softly, lowering his head down onto his forepaws and closing his eyes. "I'd rather just stay here with you. You actually care for me, he'd rather I be dead..."
Jag threw a paw over his son's shoulders. "Yep, now doesn't that just make you rather mad? Frustrated...angry?"
The fur along the fox pokemon's back bristled just a tad. "Yes..."
The dark type smirked. "Good. We'll build on that when we get home. In the mean time...I have more messages for you to deliver, so stop lazing about, and lets get to working.
Syon stood and shook himself, then nodded and saluted to his father, a faint growl in his voice. "Yes, sir." His real father, this...Sloan, would pay...