This is the first section of a short story I've had simmering for a couple of days, and this was as many characters as my phone would put in a "memo". My only question is, do you find it intriguing? (Bonus Question: What do you think of the writing style? It's not too thick?) Thanks! ^_^
Inspired by this post.
Choices are inevitable in life. We choose what we wear, where we go, what route we take; these are all relatively routine choices that tend to have little noticeable affect on the outcome of our lives. Sometimes, however, we find ourselves presented, even unknowingly, with a choice, the making of which will change our lives forever. It was while I was walking through the woods on a bright and breezy afternoon that I found myself presented with just such a choice...though I didn't know it at the time.
The cry rang out through the trees, startling a flock of pidgeys from one immediately to my right.
"NO! I wanted an Umbreon, not some girly pink thing!"
To this day, I'm not entirely certain why I decided to race toward the voice at a full sprint in almost total ignorance of what awaited me. Yet, that's what I did, and the scene that met my eyes upon arrival is permanently burned into my brain.
A sylveon lay on the ground in front of its so- called Trainer (though he did not in fact deserve such a title, as I soon learned), cowering from his screams of rage and aggressive gestures. I don't believe I could've left at that point had the earth itself opened up to swallow me whole, such was the swell of pity in my heart for the poor creature. I had to take action.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded, advancing from the shelter of the trees into the clearing.
The man whirled, ready to pounce had I proved more obviously threatening than a woman of my comfortable shape and limited stature appears.
"None of your damn business, that's what! Get lost!"
His voice was infused with the same wrath he'd been letting loose on the sylveon just moments before, and something inside me responded in kind. I found a guttural snarl escaping my lips as repulsion and disdain flooded my mind and every muscle of my body tensed up to attack. The only thing that held me back was the glimmer in the sky blue eyes of that beautiful monster, staring at me, watching to see what I'd do. Would I be better than the man before me, or would I follow him down to the dreaded level on which he resided? I forced myself to relax ever so slightly.
"Why are you so upset with this sylveon?" I inquired, keeping an even tone despite my inner turmoil.
"It evolved into this...this thing!" he sputtered. "I wanted an umbreon, and ended up with this instead!"
"You do know that Umbreon evolves out of friendship, right?" I asked.
He smacked his forehead to convey that I should've known he was aware of such information, so I continued.
"But to get a Sylveon, your Eevee has to really love you!"
"So?"
"So?? An eeveelution resulting in a Sylveon is one of the biggest compliments a Trainer can receive!"
"Maybe so, but it's not what I wanted. Umbreon is ten times cooler. Sylveon is just dumb."
The creature whimpered, clearly understanding our conversation. The anger inside me boiled up again.
"Quite frankly, I don't see how someone like you could've possibly ended up with a sylveon, anyway." I spat.
"What do you mean?" He sounded almost indignant.
"I mean, you clearly don't love this Pokemon, so I have no idea how it could've ever loved you."
"Oh, I loved my Eevee," he explained. "I just don't love this." He spat out the last word with a sneer as though it were bad wine and glanced over his shoulder at the creature huddled in despair and pain.
"So you only loved it as long as it was useful to you? That's disgusting."
"Hey, I just want what I want, okay??"
"Well, if you don't want your sylveon, give it to me!" I blurted out.
The monster's ears perked up, an almost hopeful gesture. My heart melted and my resolve hardened. The Trainer stared at me, mouth agape, clearly attempting to determine whether he'd heard me correctly. I repeated my request, more calmly this time. He remained frozen for a few moments longer before finally roaring, "WHAT?!?"
I clarified. "Well, you've just spent the last ten minutes saying how much you don't want this sylveon. I, on the other hand, would adore a companion like this one here. What do you say?"
