What is this? It looks like a story based on non-pony!

That's right folks, I write more than pony stuff! This is a personal project that's been in the works for months now, that I'm just now getting down on paper. (E-paper, whatever. Shut up.)

This is the story of Eve, the Gardevoir, and her trainer Carrie. Will be updated as I write them, which may or may not be regularly.

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I have lived my entire life around humans. Since the day I hatched, humans have been my friends. My family. So it seems only fitting that I should fall in love with one.

I did not know what “falling in love” meant at first. As I grew, I felt a close bond with her, one I would not trade for the world. I felt the need to devote myself to her. I assumed this was simply the relationship that a Pokémon had with its trainer. My companions all did the same. But somehow, it was different for me.

I have always had the ability to read and sense emotions. As I read the others that she kept, I found something different. For some, they felt loyalty. Some felt a sense of duty to her. Some saw her as a friend. But none of them had a connection as strong as me. All of them would have died for her, but only I was willing to live for her.

“Eve! Come on, it’s time to go!”

Eve. It was the name she gave me so many years ago, when she first set out on her journey. Perhaps that is the source of our connection. While she has captured and trained many Pokémon, even given many of them special names, I was the first. I grew alongside her. She never replaced me, even when situations would have called for it.

I nodded and followed her out the door. It was a bright sunny day, without a cloud to be seen in the sky. She loved days like that. She said it made her feel like “there were endless possibilities!” We walked down the streets of the human city Lumiose toward one of the many shops. She had made this bustling city our home a year prior, after finishing her trip around Kalos, as she called it.

I enjoyed walking around the city because it gave me a chance to see and meet many different humans and Pokémon. Each one would tell a different story by the way they felt towards their companions. Lumiose was a tapestry of love, and of loss. Of loyalty and betrayal. Of dreams achieved and destroyed. It was simultaneously beautiful and sad.

Our first stop was the bookstore. This was my favorite. Human literature always interested me, and she could always count on having to drag me away from one book or another.

“Bonjour, Sebastian!”

“Bonjour, Carrie! Bonjour, Eve!”

“B-bon-voir…” I still couldn’t say it. She had been trying for a month now to teach me how to speak the human language. She laughed as I stumbled over the word. Not maliciously, she would never do that.

“Almost, Eve! Just a little more practice and you’ll get it.”

“Yeah, that’s actually pretty impressive!” Sebastian, she called him. He owned the bookstore, and always greeted us warmly. Perhaps too warmly. I could always sense something from him when he looked at her. Something similar to my own feelings about her.

I set my suspicions aside as I began browsing the available books. Though I could not speak it aloud, I could read and comprehend human language perfectly. I could easily understand why humans purchased them. Books were wonderful things, able to tell great tales and play with emotions in ways that simple stories could not.

My favorites were the ones about powerful heroes on epic quests. Stories of legends and myths, of humans and Pokémon performing unimaginable acts of strength and greatness. Perhaps it was childish, but I always liked to imagine myself as the hero, fighting through the hordes of evil as I pursued my quest.

I loved the comedy books as well. Books full of jokes and stories designed to make the reader laugh and smile and forget their problems for a while. I did not quite understand many of the jokes told, but I did appreciate the effect that they were supposed to have. To be able to replace a sad emotion with a happy one is a very rare talent.

And I loved the romantic stories. Stories of star-crossed lovers, couples who fight against family and society to experience true love. These were stories I saw myself in as well, for what kind of love could be more taboo than that between species? I often wondered while reading these stories how she would feel about me were I to tell her.

“Alright, see you then Sebastian. Let’s go, Eve! Next stop!”

Her voice shook me from my contemplation. Time had escaped me once again while reading. Perhaps I should ask her to purchase one of those human inventions for me. A watch, I believe it is. I followed her out the door as we began walking to the next store.

“Sorry to tear you away, Eve. We’ve got a lot of shopping to do today. You looked like you were really enjoying that book though! What was it about?”

<I do not recall. My mind was elsewhere.>

“Really? That’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you lost in thought before.”

<I am sorry. I will not do it again.>

“What? No, don’t be! There’s nothing wrong with it. Thinking’s good for you.”

I simply nodded. I could never tell her. From what I had read, human romance normally involved a male and a female, and couples of the same gender were frowned upon. Pokémon do not have such taboos, so the concept was unusual for me.

“Sooooo, I’ve got some exciting news!”

<What would that be?>

“Sebastian asked me out on a date this Friday!”

I stopped. It felt like the whole world stopped along with me, as if time itself mirrored the feeling of my heart. I had read enough stories to know what a “date” was, and what it implied. Sebastian, the bookstore human, felt an attraction toward her. More so, he had the courage to tell her. He had done what I never could, and now my chance was gone.

<He did?>

“He did. And I said yes. He has a reservation for us at the Restaurant Le Wow Friday evening. Isn’t that exciting?”

Exciting is hardly the word I would have used.

<I am happy for you.>

“We have to go by the boutique today! I’ve got nothing good to wear. Have to look nice for him!”

Could I continue living like this? I felt like my heart had been shattered. If she dated this human, if they fell in love. Would I still be important to her? Of course I would. She would never abandon me for him. Would she still be important to me? Of course she would. I have lived for her for so long, I would not know how to do otherwise.

But would I be happy? No, I do not think I would. Simply seeing them together would destroy my heart every time.

There are some romantic stories I have read that did not have a happy ending. I have read stories of lovers who decided to die together rather than live apart. And I have read stories of lovers who never could be together. I have read one story of a lover who “died of a broken heart.” Until now, I had never understood what that meant.

If they were to become a couple, I believe that is what would happen to me.