Hi guys, its Catwoman...thanks if you are reading this...nobody likes my stuff *sobs*. Anyway, this is the Prologue to my *mew* series...(get it...mew? Like new? Ah, never mind). I hope you enjoy. Written Version: Three years before the events of Sneasel: The Beginning Poisonlips, the wizened Smoochum, was accustomed to being ridiculed for not evolving, loved children. They never ridiculed her. Poisonlips sat down on the icy rock. She remembered many an Eevee that had been recruited that evolved there. “Good times…” she thought. She remembered why she was there and called the children over. “Storytime!” She called, her voice booming through Avalanche Cave. Avalanche cave, hence the name, was a cave used to shield travelers from avalanches. Some rocks had blocked the entrance, so there was a backup tunnel. There were rooms for everyone, and a kitchen, and so many more. Poisonlips watched as the children rushed to her. The majority of them were Sneasel children, most likely because of the founder of the settlement. She thought of Firefeather, the dashing young Sneasel who won her over. She raised his son and daughter. Firefeather had founded the place after the civil war. Poisonlips counted the children. Everyone was there. “All right.” She softly said. “Is everyone ready?” “Yes, Poisonlips!” They chorused “Then let’s start.” She said, closing her eyes. “Once, as some of you know, there was no such thing as a dark type. Well, if you didn’t, in the first of our Generations, dark types did not exist. Until the civil war.” “Also known as the war of Dark and Steel, this war happened for two reasons. One, Mewtwo, and, strangely, Two, Magnemite.” “Why them? The new abundance of Mewtwo in the Psyverse, were nothing but trouble. One time, they used their powers and accidentally created the dark type. Magnemite, as scientists found out, was actually another type. Both of these events started a civil war. There were two sides, the ones who liked the new types, most likely the pokemon who had the new type, or ones who liked it. Than, there were the ones who didn’t like the new types, also known as the orthodox. They fighted and fighted, and many a pokemon died.” “The most famous battle was on avalanche hill, right above where we are now. The Sneasel battalion was losing, and then… The Houndoom betrayed us. They pushed everyone down the hill. Only one Sneasel survived. It was Firefeather. He saved us.” “Now, the civil war has died down, but we are still fighting with the Houndoom who betrayed us.” “Story over.” She concluded. All the children left. Except one. “What’s wrong, Piercingclaw?” “I wanna fight in the war too.”
