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          When Olive finally woke up, she was in a cage.
          The eevee kept her eyes closed, feeling very weak. She struggled to remember what had happened to her, it had gone by so fast... She had rescued that other eevee... that spectacular, beautiful, strange eevee... And then at the Pelipper Post Office....
          Olive's eyes flew open and she gasped as she took in her surroundings.
          She was in a cage, all right, and a rather large one. It was more of a prison cell, really. But the walls were composed completely of shadow, and the bars seemed to be woven out of smoke. Beyond the entrance to the enclosure was what looked like a forest clearing, or perhaps the inner sanctum of some sort of nature freak, because there was a bed, apple barrel, and water jug like you could find in any Pokemon's home.
           "Ah, I see you're awake," said a voice, and Olive jumped.
           A figure stood in the corner, obscured by shadow, or rather, WAS the shadow, because it seemed to have risen out of the floor. This individual looked very bulky and she would've guessed it to be some sort of large ghost pokemon, like a dusknoir, except she could see two glowing red eyes about the midsection. A gengar, maybye? No... wrong shape.
           Whatever it was, she could at least talk to it. "Yes, I'm awake. Now, would you be so kind as to tell me why you brought me here?"
           The ghostly figure laughed, a harsh laugh that seemed to pierce the very air, like the trademark of some Count Dracula character. "You don't seem too frightened of me, or perhaps you just hide the fear very well. Impressive."
            "You didn't answer my question."
            Her captor sighed, as if it took some effort to reply. "Well, you see, my dear, I brought you here to kill you. You know too much."
            A short intake of breath. A shudder.
            "In fact, I thought I'd killed you already, but I didn't see...THAT."
           The character pointed at Olive's paw. She held it up and saw that she was still clutching the reviver seed retrieved from the toolbox. Only it had lost the glowing aura that all seeds of that genre carried, signifying it's past use. Good ol' reviver seeds. They had saved her life more than once already.
           Of course, now it was used up, and this mysterious shadow would kill her.
           Olive decided to use her last moments unearthing as much information as possible. "So... I know too much, eh? Like about... The Wind, perhaps?"
           The figure stiffened. It's pupils became narrow, and it's eyes fixed into a glare. "That's it. I'm going to kill you now."
           Oops.
           "It is most unfortunete," the shadow's eyes closed for a moment, and Olive was surprised. There was a hint of something in the shadow's voice. Sorrow? Remorse? Was this character sorry for what it was doing?
           But the feeling lasted only for a heartbeat, and the figure raised what could have been a paw, hand, or claw- Olive couldn't tell because it was covered in shadow. The creature was going to attack. Olive braced herself. She would fight this thing. She wouldn't just die like this.
           "Blackie! What are you doing NOW?"
          A familiar female voice called from somewhere close behind, and Count Dracula lost concentration. The illusion broke. The shadow melted away from the creature's body, to reveal flesh, fur, and... wings. Before Olive stood.... an eevee.
          This eevee looked just like the one she had saved such a short time ago... except that if that eevee had been the most beautiful, this one was the ugliest. It's fur was a stone gray, and the usually white fur around it's neck was a pitch black. While the other eevee's wings had been angelic in apearance, these wings should have been born to a demon. The only thing identical to the beautiful female eevee was the huge, ugly scar that ran through one of it's glaring red eyes.
          The gray eevee cursed under it's breath, then turned it's head and snarled at the female. "I told you to NEVER CALL ME THAT IN FRONT OF OTHERS!"
          "Why not? I'ts your NAME."
          "It's a stupid name!"
          "I think it's a LOVELY name. Be proud of it!"
          ....And so on.
          While the two argued, Olive craned her neck to see the female. Wonder of wonders, it was the same eevee that she had rescued from that sandslash.
          "And what's going ON, anyway?"
          The white eevee spotted Olive through the bars of the shadowy cage. "Blackie! Is that the same eevee who rescued me yesterday? You weren't going to KILL her, were you?"
          "Mind your own business." Blackie mumbled.
          "HOW many times do I have to TELL you? We don't do ANYTHING to captives until we learn their backstory!"
          "Shut up, Zan! You're not my mother!" Blackie's fur stood on end, his red eyes blazing.
          "Yes, but I AM your sister...." Zan the white eevee suddenly looked very melancholy. "Blackie, if we don't listen to eachother once in awhile, how are we going to acomplish anything?"
          Blackie's gray fur lay flat again, and he said, in a softer voice, "Zan I'm... I'm sorry."
          But Zan just radiated a huge grin and laughed "I'm just kidding, you big silly puss!" She cuffed her brother playfully on one ear with her paw, and Blackie grumbled.
          "So, what's your name, fellow eevee?" With one wave of Zan's paw, the smokey bars of the cell disolved.
          "Ummm... Olive?" she said unsurely. This was by far the strangest situation she had ever been in, with the possible exception of waking up as a Pokemon.
          "OLIVE?! Seriously?!" Zan cried. "Not the Olive who stopped that star?" Olive nodded.
          "Blackie! Do you even know who she IS?!"
          "She's a stupid eevee who should keep her nose out of other Pokemon's business."
          "Honestly! Have you been paying attention to the outside world at ALL? She's famous! If we killed her, we'd be fugitives! Angry mobs would hunt us down and not stop searching until we were dead! We-"
          "Zan, she knows about The Wind!" Blackie cut her off.
          Zan fell silent and stared at Olive. "What KIND of 'knows?' A The-Wind-killed-a-family-member kind of 'knows,' or a wants-to-stop-it 'knows?'"
          "What does it matter?" Blackie growled, "She knows too much."
          Olive finally broke in. "Please, I want to fight it, whatever it is. I think it's because of The Wind that my...my best...friend..."
          Her voice cracked. So much had happened, and she didn't understand any of it. These eevees didn't even care about her. They were just having a good time debating whether to kill her or not.
          But she was wrong. Upon seeing her start to cry, Zan ran to her side and said softly "There, there... It's all right..." she also hissed to Blackie "Now look what you did!"
          Blackie just stayed in his corner and grumbled.
         "I think," Zan said, "we need to do a lot of explaining to eachother." She offered to Olive "You first."
         Olive opened her mouth and began her story.

Description
          When Olive finally woke up, she was in a cage.
          The eevee kept her eyes closed, feeling very weak. She struggled to remember what had happened to her, it had gone by so fast... She had rescued that other eevee... that spectacular, beautiful, strange eevee... And then at the Pelipper Post Office....
          Olive's eyes flew open and she gasped as she took in her surroundings.
          She was in a cage, all right, and a rather large one. It was more of a prison cell, really. But the walls were composed completely of shadow, and the bars seemed to be woven out of smoke. Beyond the entrance to the enclosure was what looked like a forest clearing, or perhaps the inner sanctum of some sort of nature freak, because there was a bed, apple barrel, and water jug like you could find in any Pokemon's home.
           "Ah, I see you're awake," said a voice, and Olive jumped.
           A figure stood in the corner, obscured by shadow, or rather, WAS the shadow, because it seemed to have risen out of the floor. This individual looked very bulky and she would've guessed it to be some sort of large ghost pokemon, like a dusknoir, except she could see two glowing red eyes about the midsection. A gengar, maybye? No... wrong shape.
           Whatever it was, she could at least talk to it. "Yes, I'm awake. Now, would you be so kind as to tell me why you brought me here?"
           The ghostly figure laughed, a harsh laugh that seemed to pierce the very air, like the trademark of some Count Dracula character. "You don't seem too frightened of me, or perhaps you just hide the fear very well. Impressive."
            "You didn't answer my question."
            Her captor sighed, as if it took some effort to reply. "Well, you see, my dear, I brought you here to kill you. You know too much."
            A short intake of breath. A shudder.
            "In fact, I thought I'd killed you already, but I didn't see...THAT."
           The character pointed at Olive's paw. She held it up and saw that she was still clutching the reviver seed retrieved from the toolbox. Only it had lost the glowing aura that all seeds of that genre carried, signifying it's past use. Good ol' reviver seeds. They had saved her life more than once already.
           Of course, now it was used up, and this mysterious shadow would kill her.
           Olive decided to use her last moments unearthing as much information as possible. "So... I know too much, eh? Like about... The Wind, perhaps?"
           The figure stiffened. It's pupils became narrow, and it's eyes fixed into a glare. "That's it. I'm going to kill you now."
           Oops.
           "It is most unfortunete," the shadow's eyes closed for a moment, and Olive was surprised. There was a hint of something in the shadow's voice. Sorrow? Remorse? Was this character sorry for what it was doing?
           But the feeling lasted only for a heartbeat, and the figure raised what could have been a paw, hand, or claw- Olive couldn't tell because it was covered in shadow. The creature was going to attack. Olive braced herself. She would fight this thing. She wouldn't just die like this.
           "Blackie! What are you doing NOW?"
          A familiar female voice called from somewhere close behind, and Count Dracula lost concentration. The illusion broke. The shadow melted away from the creature's body, to reveal flesh, fur, and... wings. Before Olive stood.... an eevee.
          This eevee looked just like the one she had saved such a short time ago... except that if that eevee had been the most beautiful, this one was the ugliest. It's fur was a stone gray, and the usually white fur around it's neck was a pitch black. While the other eevee's wings had been angelic in apearance, these wings should have been born to a demon. The only thing identical to the beautiful female eevee was the huge, ugly scar that ran through one of it's glaring red eyes.
          The gray eevee cursed under it's breath, then turned it's head and snarled at the female. "I told you to NEVER CALL ME THAT IN FRONT OF OTHERS!"
          "Why not? I'ts your NAME."
          "It's a stupid name!"
          "I think it's a LOVELY name. Be proud of it!"
          ....And so on.
          While the two argued, Olive craned her neck to see the female. Wonder of wonders, it was the same eevee that she had rescued from that sandslash.
          "And what's going ON, anyway?"
          The white eevee spotted Olive through the bars of the shadowy cage. "Blackie! Is that the same eevee who rescued me yesterday? You weren't going to KILL her, were you?"
          "Mind your own business." Blackie mumbled.
          "HOW many times do I have to TELL you? We don't do ANYTHING to captives until we learn their backstory!"
          "Shut up, Zan! You're not my mother!" Blackie's fur stood on end, his red eyes blazing.
          "Yes, but I AM your sister...." Zan the white eevee suddenly looked very melancholy. "Blackie, if we don't listen to eachother once in awhile, how are we going to acomplish anything?"
          Blackie's gray fur lay flat again, and he said, in a softer voice, "Zan I'm... I'm sorry."
          But Zan just radiated a huge grin and laughed "I'm just kidding, you big silly puss!" She cuffed her brother playfully on one ear with her paw, and Blackie grumbled.
          "So, what's your name, fellow eevee?" With one wave of Zan's paw, the smokey bars of the cell disolved.
          "Ummm... Olive?" she said unsurely. This was by far the strangest situation she had ever been in, with the possible exception of waking up as a Pokemon.
          "OLIVE?! Seriously?!" Zan cried. "Not the Olive who stopped that star?" Olive nodded.
          "Blackie! Do you even know who she IS?!"
          "She's a stupid eevee who should keep her nose out of other Pokemon's business."
          "Honestly! Have you been paying attention to the outside world at ALL? She's famous! If we killed her, we'd be fugitives! Angry mobs would hunt us down and not stop searching until we were dead! We-"
          "Zan, she knows about The Wind!" Blackie cut her off.
          Zan fell silent and stared at Olive. "What KIND of 'knows?' A The-Wind-killed-a-family-member kind of 'knows,' or a wants-to-stop-it 'knows?'"
          "What does it matter?" Blackie growled, "She knows too much."
          Olive finally broke in. "Please, I want to fight it, whatever it is. I think it's because of The Wind that my...my best...friend..."
          Her voice cracked. So much had happened, and she didn't understand any of it. These eevees didn't even care about her. They were just having a good time debating whether to kill her or not.
          But she was wrong. Upon seeing her start to cry, Zan ran to her side and said softly "There, there... It's all right..." she also hissed to Blackie "Now look what you did!"
          Blackie just stayed in his corner and grumbled.
         "I think," Zan said, "we need to do a lot of explaining to eachother." She offered to Olive "You first."
         Olive opened her mouth and began her story.