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Warning: This is an Altoshipping, Ash x OC and one sided Amourshipping story. Read this story at your own risk because it's full of dark and wicked twists, gore and death. If you don't like it, don't complain to me.

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VENGEANCE

PROLOGUE: THROUGH THE WINDS OF PLAGUE

16 March 1940

Alto Mare, Johto.

Eon Dragons would never get along with humans, unless they're raised by them. A man's best friends are wolves. The Eon Dragon's best friends are themselves. They were hunted to near extinction because of their values. They hated it, and it's the reason they isolated themselves from humans.

Under the dark, calm and silent night, a teenage girl lifted her head and stared at the crescent moon. She looked like an average teenage girl, except for her shadow, and orange glowing eyes, which two mysterious looking men nearby took interest of.

She knew it. The rumors were confirmed: The Hunters were here, and they only have one goal: to capture or kill the Eon Dragons at all cost. She grew a smile and laughed hysterically. Half of her face was visible under the moonlight, which she knew was a mistake to show the enemies, but she did it anyways; she was confident. "Hey! I'm Over here! You ugly-faced monsters!" she taunted.

The men were surprised. They both reached under their coats, deciding if they should throw their knives at her. They decided to not throw them but to keep their hands inside their coats. They paid more attention to the girl, hearing her giggling like a maniac. "It's so late out here girl. Shouldn't you be asleep already?" said the first man, whose face had no details because it was blocked out by the shadows.

"Why don't you come with us? We're going to have lots of fun!" said the second man, whose face was also hidden by the shadows.

"Why don't you try and catch me first?" the girl responded in a playful, and sarcastic tone, and fully revealed herself under the moonlight.

She wore a very dark trench coat, which extended down to her military boots. Her hair was long and crimson like a latias' feathers and it extended down to her hips and covered almost half of her katanas which were on her back.

In a blink of an eye, she zoomed past them and created enough wind to blow the men's clothes for a few seconds, which revealed several weapons and pouches. The men grabbed their throwing knives and chased after her. And as they ran, their katana holsters wobbled unsteadily. Behind them, were their familiars following them; a flareon and umbreon.

She was strong enough to confront the two men and eeveelutions alone, but she decided it was the best not to in such a confined area. It was not strategic. It would be very awkward, create a lot of noise and mess.

She leapt over bodies of water, dashing from one street to another, one wall to another and gained altitude in the process. Both men took this opportunity to throw knives at her by predicting her movements. But, they all missed, and she disappeared out of sight. "Fuck!" both men cursed under a whisper.

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For those who remembered "A Fine Line Between Love and Friendship", I must apologize for not updating it. I will not apologize to those who are butthurt by the story's idea. My inspirations were exhausted, and I lost my ability to write within those months. I deeply apologize. This is the same story with the same plot, same characters but different exposition.

For readers that recognize "Storylover Vodhr- Dux Ducis", author of "Dragonfall", this is heavily based on Dragonfall. And shout out to P.K. Atomsk. Must give a huge thanks to him/her for getting me back to writing. Another shout out to ThaDerpyZoroark, who liked the idea behind this story, and supported me.

If you're butthurt by my story, my _favourite shippings, my thoughts, or by me, get the fuck out of here. You don't belong here._