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Nighten
Legacy Name: Nighten

The Galactic Kora

Age: 15 years, 2 months, 3 days

Born: April 5th, 2011

Adopted: 15 years, 2 months, 3 days ago

Adopted: April 5th, 2011

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 0/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

‘Hey Nighten! Over here!’ a young eevee called from the distance, his tail flopping about. The little kit was so small, blending into the fertile trees and the grass that swayed with the wind. It was a beautiful day that time; the sun was beating down a rich warmth unmatched by man’s fire, and the clouds were large and full as they drifted through the cerulean skies.

‘Mom and dad wanted me to give you this!’

‘What is it?’ a voice asked in response. For some reason, the origin of the gruff voice was nowhere to be seen, yet it felt as natural as if one was speaking themself.

‘A scarf big brother! A beautiful scarf!’ the young eevee frolicked over to the shadow in the middle of the field and unceremoniously dropped the silky drapery at his sibling’s feet. His eyes beamed with laughter and joy whilst he waited for his brother’s reaction.

/How grand!/ the thoughts exclaimed as they sent a stream of bubbliness through the receiver’s mind. Two paws carefully reached out to caress the scarf while two differently coloured eyes watched as the fabric flowed through the crevices of his furry paws. Oh it was so soft to the touch. The Pokemon made a mental note to thank his family for the gift.

‘This is wonderful Hikari. Thank y-‘

His voice trailed off leaving a tight knot in the creature’s throat; his fur standing on edge. For reasons unbeknownst to Nighten, what was once a beautiful landscape was now replaced with angry swirls of unfathomable darkness seeping into the consciousness of every living thing around it. The atmosphere seemed to tense as the air began to drop its temperature sending even the tiniest breath into icy crystal formations.

BOOM!

A terrifying thunder emitted from the foggy sky, the cerulean colour no more. It crackled and roared a deafening screech, breaking the connection between tree and earth. Its horrible echoes caused the dark-type to flinch, but only a little. Fear began to claw its way up to his chest, but no! Nighten would refuse such a feeling.

‘Hika-‘ he choked out but stopped short once again. No words would be able to leave the shadow’s mouth for in front of him was no longer the gleeful eevee from before, but merely a corpse – a corpse that was now being slowly being enveloped and dragged further downwards into the void of the shadows – his own creation and his own entity.

“HIKARI!”

Nighten shot straight up, his mouth formed in a cry for a name long past. The sturdy branch below him swayed lightly against the sudden movement of the guardian, but stayed intact permitting the Umbreon to move as he wanted. The shiny type shook his head twice; once fast and once slowly as he peered down at the warm relic wrapped around his neck.

“At least I still have you.” He mumbled affectionately into the scarf allowing the nostalgic smell to calm his franticly beating heart. After what seemed to be a moment’s hesitation, the Pokemon sat up, his sapphire rings illuminating in tuned with the moon. He had no time for this. The guardian of the forest had a job to do and the moon was full; it was a beautiful night for the creatures of his domain.

He would do as he always did. For each cycle came the full moon, and then came Nighten as he soared from tree to tree visiting the homes of the youngsters to the elders. The dark-type’s paws hardly made a sound barely signaling his travels through the grounds, but those who grew up in this magical place knew of when their protector would arrive.

For many generations now, the Umbreon’s family would birth a liter, and from that batch came the chosen one. Their duty was to guard the forest from all that dared to harm a single seed within the boundaries. Upon Nighten’s eighth cycle came his acceptance by all who lived in the woodlands. Unfortunately that day, only one attended his ritual towards guardian ship. It was a lonely night then, and it was a lonely night now.

Nighten shook his head, clearing his thoughts and shaking off the shadows that began to swirl ominously around him. ‘No’ he thought fiercely. He was a Pokemon of the shadows, but he would never let them control him. ‘Not like last time. Never again.’

The Umbreon jumped from one tree to the next, nodding in affirmation at the families that huddled close by. The children of the next generation were healthy as they were to be and it was rightfully so. It calmed the guardian to know the Pokemon were doing well. As the soft padding of his paws hit the bark of the trees, so did the blue rings for they brightened up the forest even more making the dews on the leaves sparkle like crisp droplets found during a midsummer’s day. The sparkling water radiated off the fresh river that split through the woods embracing the powerful roots that held the homes of so many inhabitants.

Sometimes, just sometimes the shiny Umbreon would feel lonely as the darkness within his heart threatened to overtake him as they had in the past, however not today. Never today. From the beginning of his cycle to the last breath in his body, Nighten would continue to guard his – no – their sanctuary, and it would always be enough.

It had to be enough.

Pet Treasure

Black Fingerless Gloves

Bottled Night

Incubus Arm Warmers

Dusk Potion

Pet Friends