How's it going? Writer4fun here with "A Second Chance" ready to be put on this site. This is a tale about redemption, adventure, and hurt/comfort. If at any point you want to jump ahead in the story, contact me, comment on it, leave a review, and so on, you're more than welcome to go to FFnet and do so. I have the same username (case sensitive) so you can check this out or any of my other works. Otherwise, enjoy the story on here Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. Chapter 1: An Umbreon's Beginnings The Umbreon I am today is far different that the Eevee I used to be. Ever since I was a tiny Eevee, all I wanted to do was battle. I was hatched from an egg in a day-care ranch in the middle of nowhere along with other Pokémon. The plot of land was very large and included a pond, a large field, and some rocky terrain. My favorite place was a small patch of grass in the far back corner of the ranch away from the commotion when I wasn't in the mood to play. Every Pokémon had one thing in common here: we could not find our parents. It hit every newly hatched Pokémon at some point, but the workers were very kind to us so we thought of them as our parents. We were clumsy balls of energy and I was no exception, but I had more energy than the others. As a result, I ended up with the most bandages every week. Eventually the workers would come and round us up at the same times every day; once for lunch and once before dinner and whenever they thought we should go inside. Outside of that, we never really saw them. However, I always wanted to play longer or get into mock battles with the other Pokémon. After my second day of existence, I won my first battle against a Vulpix which gave me the confidence to keep getting stronger. This pattern continued for months until a young trainer approached the ranch. I approached the front gate in hopes of eyeing this new person. "So, what do you have here?" the trainer asked with mild curiosity. "Well we have some Houndour and Sandshrew by the rocks, Shellder in the pond, and Murkrow usually graze in the large field. We have more too if you're looking for something else" replied one of the workers. "Ummm, I'd like to look around and see for myself." "I need all of your Poké Balls and trainer ID please." "Fair enough. I can see why having Poké Balls on me would cause a problem." He handed over everything as a worker eyed the trainer. "Alright...Tom is it? Come back when you've picked one out." As soon as I saw the Poké Balls handed over, I felt upset knowing I couldn't battle to show my skills. I still wanted to see what he was doing so I tailed him from a distance. After about half an hour, he finally noticed me but kept going in search of whatever it was he was looking for. He continued to go deeper into the ranch so I left him and went to my spot to sleep. He must have tailed me considering he was near my spot so soon. "Wow, you're pretty fast little guy. You beat me here without me noticing you even though I saw you not too long ago" he said with a smile across his face. "I think I've made my decision, but let me show you these first." He took out a small case with two shiny things in it and six empty spots. I had never seen badges before but I pawed at the sparkling badges and squealed in joy. How amazing would it be to see those sparkle every day and have a chance to win them all? "It's settled, you're coming with me!" I hopped up and down until he finally picked me up and went back to the front of the ranch. It was that day when I realized my life was going to change, but not before the trainer and my so called "parents" had a conversation. "So I see you found this little guy, huh Tom? He's pretty fast and energetic." "Yeah, I'll take him. How much?" "Since he's the only Eevee here and Eevee are rare in general, it'll be 10,000P." "Are you kidding me?! All I have is two badges and 11,500P to my name." After a stare down that lasted too long, I looked up at Tom and pleaded with puppy dog eyes. He sighed, smiled, rubbed my head, paid the man, collected his things from the worker, and left with me in hand. I soon realized that something was off about what just happened. Me, a little Eevee, was sold without a battle and that made me upset. All that love was for nothing except money. Was any of it even genuine? They really didn't care about me; they just kept me healthy enough to sell. I resented everything at that moment in time and I headbutted Tom while trying to jump away but my new master saw the anger and sadness in my eyes and comforted me. He said that he was going to battle his way to the top with me on the team as he pulled out the case yet again. I stopped attacking him and cried with tears of joy at that statement and soon fell asleep in Tom's arms. He rubbed my head and carried me down the dirt road, favoring me in his arms instead of my Poké Ball on his belt. The road to the top was going to be a long and apparently lonely one. A Quilava was the only other Pokémon my master owned but it did get him two badges. We trained for about a week until we reached a very large city. Despite me being in my ball, all of the people walking around scared me. I knew that I'd have to get used to people now that I was travelling. My master was all too eager to get the next badge and went straight for the gym despite it getting dark. After we walked in and got near the battlefield, he released us from our balls and gave us a pep talk. "Alright guys, this is the Goldenrod City gym. The third badge is right here, we have to take it right here, right now!" We both nodded and gave our best battle cries. Mine was quieter due to the nerves but I managed to snap out of it and get ready for the fight. After our speech, a girl in a white shirt and white shorts stepped into the other trainer's box. She was very polite despite the late start time; the sun had finally set outside. "Welcome to my gym! I'm Whitney and I specialize in the normal type. This will be a two on two battle for the Plain Badge. Are you ready?" She was so excited as she threw a ball onto the field. A ball of light emerged from her side of the field and a Clefairy was ready to go. My master was very focused on the pink ball and turned to me, then back to the judge. "I choose Eevee." The confidence in his voice was reassuring. All five of us stood in silence while we all collected our thoughts until the judge declared the battle to start. The flags went up and I went into my zone; I didn't even hear Whitney call out the first attack. A wag of the fingers from Clefairy meant that her metronome was up to something devious and when the fingers stopped, I was hit with a Tackle attack; it hardly left a mark. "Quick Attack!" "Doubleslap!" The moves were fast paced but Clefairy was missing while I rammed into it. It wailed in pain while taking another metronome command from Whitney. This time, Clefairy jumped extremely high and its foot glowed, earning a grin from the gym leader. "Dodge with Quick Attack!" Tom quickly said with a worried tone. It was already slow enough and I knew it wasn't going to hit me yet I dodged anyway. The sound that followed was not pretty. The force of the High Jump Kick miss caused the Clefairy to crash to the ground, breaking its knee or even the whole leg and faint from the impact. After a look by the judge, he made his decision. "Clefairy is unable to battle, Eevee is the winner!" the judge said raising the flag . With a fist pump, Tom was feeling the match was over. But that changed in a hurry as Whitney threw out her trump card. "Miltank, you're up!" Whitney said in a happy tone. It almost sounded too happy. Whitney was smiling even wider than a normal person should. I guessed that she expected to knock me out in one hit but no, I was going to win. Tom gave me a thumbs up for support and I nodded in reply. The judge surveyed the field and declared that the second battle could begin. "Alright Miltank, Body Slam!" "Dodge with Quick Attack!" That cow could move! It jumped and braced for impact with either me or the ground but I dodged just in time. Beating this thing was going to be a tough task. "Rollout, let's go!" Tom had no chance to order a counter and I was hit with a solid impact. I tried to get up but to no avail and it swung around for a second Rollout hit and like that, I was knocked out. A flag went up in the corner of my eye. "Eevee is unable to battle. Miltank is the winner!" I whimpered on the field and was called into my ball. However, I was let back out and was met with Tom's face in a matter of seconds. "It's okay Eevee, just watch Quilava and you'll learn. Battling is never easy... especially when you've never battled against other trainers." His voice was so calming to the point where I stopped crying and placed myself in a good spot to watch the final battle. "Quilava, let's go!" It just looked so confident standing out there on the field but Whitney was just as hungry to win. I watched Tom go from caring to intense in a fraction of a second to match her determination. The judge reset himself and raised the flags for round three. "Smokescreen and hurry!" A black smoke covered the whole surface and the Miltank lost its momentum as well as its target. Whitney remained calm and took a deep breath. It amazed me how something could change the battle in an instant and she could remain perfectly calm. Maybe, just maybe I need that aspect to my fighting. "Jump and use Body Slam Miltank!" I saw the cow jump higher than before and was aiming for my teammate but without a command, an Ember attack flew from the thick smoke and put the cow off target and even burned it. A Rollout attack followed, clearing the smoke and nailing Quilava for some hefty damage yet Tom didn't panic under pressure. In fact, Tom remained silent and let Quilava fight with no commands. I was witnessing pure harmony but I didn't fully understand how it was happening. I decided this is how I want to battle. Yes, commands are important but there seems to be some type of freedom when going with your gut. That burn put on by Ember was too much over the course of the battle and Miltank's attacks weren't hitting as hard as they used to. Both trainers and Pokémon were breathing heavily until Miltank collapsed from the burn damage. The judge raised his flag to indicate Miltank was down. It was over; that shiny badge was ours. Tom hugged me and ran onto the field to hug Quilava. After some waterworks by Whitney, Tom politely asked for his reward and she apologized while giving him the badge. All three of us admired the sparkle before Tom put it in his case and guided us to the door. Upon walking outside, I was glowing and gaining power until I felt the sensation fade away. My brown and white fur turned to black fur with yellow rings. Tom dropped to his knees and cried tears of joy while hugging me. And to think, I was crying in his arms some weeks ago and now he's crying in mine. It's funny how things work out. We walked back to the Pokémon center after our energy draining battle under the full moon. My rings started to go from a dull yellow to a very bright yellow and we got some curious looks from people walking around in the warm night. Tom and I strolled into the Pokémon center while the nurse on duty greeted us. After healing us, she had a lengthy conversation with Tom upon seeing our new badge. Apparently Whitney handed out a badge to challengers only 20% of the time on the first try. I may love the night but I have to sleep too and upon hearing that statistic, Tom's screams of bewilderment rang through the lobby waking up any potential sleeping members. After an apology we headed down the hall to an empty room meant for one trainer. He threw his bag into a corner and proceeded to change while I slept at the foot of his bed. I was almost asleep but his shirt landed on half of my face. I woke up feeling groggy and stared at him and he just laughed at me. I walked over to the mirror and did the same thing upon seeing my reflection. Before we went to bed, he showed me my ball. "Do you want to sleep in here tonight?" he asked. "I couldn't have you sleep outside your ball when we were training because of wild Pokémon. Quilava isn't really fond of sleeping outside so he'll go back in a minute." He was right. As much as I hated my ball due to living outside of one most of my life, I would rather be safe and even I know my strength. Quilava even acknowledged he was not strong enough to fight hordes of wild Pokémon by going into its ball every night. I gently pushed the ball away to prove my point. He rubbed my head and went to bed; I soon followed at his bedside.