Prologue
----------
It was yet another bright and sunny day here in Mahogany. I like the mornings here. The sun beats down on the brown rooftops and dries away the dew in whisps of steam, leaving the spider's webs blank and unoticable once again. Smoke from the chimneys dance and twirl among the treetops. Most people don't notice things like that. I do. That's my trouble.

I'm probably the only one whole notices the small and wonderful things in life. Trouble is, I don't concentrate on the bigger things, the important things. And I hate making choices. And this is what this story is about. A choice I had to make.

OK, I'll tell you about me. I was a pretty and 'darling'-- so old ladies called me-- and I liked being one too. I had a trainer called Rachel, aged 12, and she spoils me rotten. I agree on that, but do I care? I like being spoilt.

I was spoilt because I was Rachel's only pokemon. And I could fight really good, if I kept my mind on it. We hadn't set out on a journey then-- and I was glad, because I loved living in Mahogany, watching the mornings and getting free food from old ladies.

My name is Cosette. It's french or something. I like it, and those old ladies seem to like it to, when they look at my collar. They then scoop me up and carry me home, thinking I've got lost. I don't ever get lost. Rachel knows a like to go for a walk in the mornings.

Anyway, It was a bright and sunny day here in Mahogany Town. As soon as I came home from my morning stroll, I was pounced on by Rachel. I snuggled up in her arms, and let her scratch my ears. Then she whispered, "Today's a special day, Cosette. Do you know why?"

I looked into her liquid amber eyes and shook my head. "No," I said. I don't know if she understands me, but she seems to. And I hadn't any idea what was different about today. Free meal at Burger King?

"It's special because we are selling stones at the summer fete in about a week," continued Rachel.

I like fetes. Full of old ladies. Full of food, too. It's easy to grab a hot dog when someone's back is turned. By why special today, when the fete is in a week?

I wasn't catching on. The 'special thing' had nothing to do with the coming to the fete then. I urged Rachel to go on.

"So, daddy says you can use one of the seven stones to evolve! It might be your only chance! You can choose what you want to be!" squealed Rachel.

Ah. A choice. I told you I can't do choices. But if the fete's in about a week...

"And you have eight days to decide, if you want to," said Rachel, as if she could hear my thoughts.

O-K. So I choose between seven stones, since there are seven Eevee evolutions That use those seven stones. I have eight days to choose. Man, I hate choosing!

I nodded. That would give me a little more time to choose. I mean, this might be my last choice to evolve. And if I make the wrong desision, I can't go back. I never thought of it like this before.

I followed her eagerly. I always had hot buttered toast for breakfast. Mmmmm.

When I had finished, I spent the whole day pondering about it. I went for a walk with Rachel, and we got challenged several times. I beat all of the pokemon. It takes more than a Kingler to bring the mighty Cosette down.

Then another thought struck. I don't have any real weakness, except fighting, so I'm okay fighting nearly every type. If I evolve, I won't be, so Rachel will capture other pokemon and maybe put me in a pokeball! I won't be the spoilt one any more. Some Rattata will. Might as well make the most of it now.

Maybe Umbreon's my best bet. That's only weak to fighting types, and has strengths too. Psychic pokemon and ghosts wouldn't have a chance.

But I've always wanted to be an Espeon. They're so graceful, and I could freeze any attacking pokemon in their tracks. Plus I'd look really cute. The old ladies wouldn't get enough.

How about Flareon? I wouldn't have to take baths, that's for sure. And they look beutiful too, though no more pinching on the cheeks. I've heard it can get a bit hot though.

OK, think Vaporeon. I'd be able to swin really well, and beat Rachel at summer camp. I could freeze as well as blast, but no excuse for missing out on baths. I might actually like them then though...

Er, Jolteon then. Yeah, shocking electricity. If I have a bath, no-one's going to wash me behind the ears... not when the water's high-voltige! But Rachel might not want a spiny porcupine on her lap.

Let's try Sabereon. Sabereon can't have baths, and it's the strongest of the evolutions. But it's not exactly cute. And I won't fit in Rachel's lap.

Last of all, Feraleon. I could make flowers appear... Cute! Yup, the old lady sindrone again. Cosette suits a Feraleon. But Feraleons can't eat meat. No bacon...

The more I thought about it, the worse the choice got. By the time I was going to bed, I was completely lost in a maze of choices. Oh well. Seven days to think about it. For now I'll get some shut eye. Thinking hard makes me sleepy.

I had a weird dream. In it, I was walking through the forest, when I came to a wishing well. Corny or what? But then Mew came, and Mew said; "Problem, Cosette?"

"Yeah, in seven days I have to choose between seven evolutions. I don't know what to choose!"

"When you wake up, you will be a random evolution of Eevee. The next day, you'll be another. But no-one in the village will notice anything strange about this. They'll just assume that you've always been what you are on that day. Understand?" said Mew.

"You'll see. Do you want to try it? The seven days will still pass, in case you're wondering."

"Yeah, I'll take that then," I said, and as soon as I did the world dissolved, and when I woke up, everything seemed different.