Most Pokémon are built to evolve. Evolution is a change, usually to fit in a new environment or an outside catalyst has forced the change upon you. In reality, if evolution is known to happen, then it really isn't evolution. Evolution is meant to solve a problem. You don't evolve because you want to. You change because you want to. You can accept or reject change. You can start or stop or pause change.

On the other hand, evolution happens over many generations, adapting to transient lifestyles and the flow of the environment.

So, because of the argument of evolution, the five Trava Region clans meet together, in vain and selfishness for the possession of the ever-powerful Evolve Stone. It is a special stone that amplifies strength for fully evolved Pokémon. Because of avarice, the fight is brutal over who has it. It's basically a lifeline that helps achieve the greatest and most prosperous clan. A clan will achieve advances in all of the fields of science, mathematics, art, and all cultural aspects of life. It is said even the God Arceus will recognize them of worthiness.

And right now, the five Trava Clans, Cyril of the North, Radias of the South, Luxus of the East, Borrupt of the West, and Myuna of the azure sea in the center, are together, bickering in selfishness and hatred over power and greatness. They reside in a small, inconspicuous hut, lit by a fire like any other, to avoid detection.

"Give it up, Cyril. You've had the Stone long enough," Radias snaps impatiently. He looks around at the group with his intimidating red eyes, and shifts the position of his head so his black, arced scythe points towards Cyril. She remains calm, composed, and careful. The fire in the background crackles at the jealousy that Radias radiates.

"Why should I give it to the likes of you Radias? You don't even naturally evolve. It's unneeded for your clan," Cyril reasons, her eyes glowing purple like her velvety fur. Her bident tail twitches as she grins to herself.

"I agree with Radias. But, I think it should be given to the Luxus Clan instead," Luxus interjects. His golden eyes gleam through the darkness as his blue skin and black fur glow behind his lit-up tail. Electricity sparks around his body as the others tense up.

"You see, it be best in the hands of the Borrupt Clan, am I right?" Borrupt asks. His nose exhales steam as his rock humps shudder. His red-orange fur with blue circular patterns on his back stand out in the candlelight.

"I believe not. The Myuna Clan hasn't had it in the past millennia, so I believe we should have a turn at possessing it. We haven't had a Shiny Age in a very long time. We've been living in the shadows of the likes of your four clans for much too long. My clan needs something to make them prosper," Myuna mentions. Her red locks on her slender, serpent-like body is unmatched in beauty, and she has vast knowledge and wisdom that rivals Cyril.

"The Cyril Clan has had the Evolve Stone for eons because we keep peace. If one of you clans were to take the stone, you'd use it in vain. For power, for wealth, to satisfy your inner greed," Cyril states. The candle on the small table continues to flicker as the others look around, at each other, in envy and wrath.

"You see, during the Great Trava War that pitted the five clans against each other, the great hero, Iradeus of the Cyril Clan, took the Evolve Stone and broke it into eight distinct pieces, to be guarded by the legendary eeveelution spirits: Kuro of the Darkness, Nuelle of the Sun, Aquisia of the Water, Tempest of the Lightning, Crimson of the Fire, Ivy of the Nature, Frigix of the Ice, and Aylin of the Fairy. At this point, I will not have the pieces put back together to cause another war on Trava," Cyril explains to the leaders. Luxus leans into the table and glares at Cyril from her explanation. His golden eyes shimmer like his tail and his ego.

"At least let one of us have the piece from Aylin you possess, Cyril. It'd be good as foreign relations," Luxus offers, faking a warm smile. Nice try, but it is going to take more than that to break Cyril.

"And if you don't, we'll have to coordinate an attack," Radias threatens coolly, his red eyes showing his seriousness in his claim. Cyril shivers, but remains poised and calm. Negotiation is going to be the only thing she lets happen at this meeting. Myuna then leans back in her spot, her slender body coiling, and speaks.

"What if we held a region-wide games? That way, we could compete for the possession of the Evolve Stone," Myuna reasons. Cyril shakes her head at the proposal.

"That'd be unfair. You can't offer anything as tribute even close to valuable the Evolve Stone is. Only, maybe, another fragment. But if you had the fragment, we wouldn't be here right now, would we?" Cyril says, smiling to herself again. Borrupt then exhales steam from his nostrils—his telltale sign of his presence and agitation.

"Let us have it. We are the biggest, most powerful. We deserve it more than the likes of you, or the other clans," Borrupt persists. Luxus then lunges forward, adding on to the offer.

"He's right on the latter part. But it's the Luxus that deserves it most because of our unrivaled speed. We are naturally bred to be higher than the Cyril, Myuna, Radias or Borrupt. You can't change nature," Luxus states. He's trying to extort the Evolve Stone, with a rather pitiful attempt and reason in Cyril's opinion.

"Change is nature, Luxus. And that's that. No one is changing possession of the Evolve Stone as of now. When you guys learn to use it for peace and not destruction, I will consider giving it up," Cyril sums up. Radias then chuckles to himself at Cyril's reasons. His white fur reflects brightly in the dimly lit tent, contrasting to his dark face, tail, scythe, and claws.

"You hear that? Cyril is only considering it! That doesn't mean you'll give it up even if we change, Cyril!" Radias shouts, probably much too loud than it should be. He scoffs at Cyril's comment while looking away dismissively. Cyril closes her eyes and the stone on her forehead glows. She then opens her eyes quickly and speaks.

"A threat. From the Southwest. Do you sense it as well, Radias?" Cyril asks.

"Yes," Radias agrees suddenly, his scythe on his head slightly shuddering, "it must be Vairocana of the Rogues. They seem to be heading this way, between the borders of Radias and Borrupt. They're slipping by, like if they were air without any corporeal bodies."

Cyril and Myuna look at one another, worried of a coordinated barrage of attacks. Vairocana is good at hypnotizing the wandering Pokémon into joining her army. She is devious, and plays the game just as well as any other. She always works with her three top subordinates: a Dusclops, a Mismagius, and her son, a Haunter. Rumor has it there's even more high-ranked subordinates that she keeps secret as a Trump Card.

"Well, as a Gengar, Vairocana can easily slip through the shadows. But, I can't believe that my men couldn't sense the temperature drop by approximately ten degrees. She's one slippery Pokémon," Borrupt comments. He eyes Cyril, waiting for her to respond quickly. Cyril exhales a small worried sigh.

"Yes, she is. Radias, remember that coordinated attack you had ready? Looks like you're going to need to use it," Cyril says. She looks around the room at the other leaders, whom all nod in agreement, as now is not the time to fight over the most powerful artifact in their history.

"Yes. We'll argue later. The safety of the clans from outsiders is always the top priority," Myuna says. She nods are her serene air seems to calm the room. Cyril then leans towards the table as her bident tail twitches.

"All right. Radias, Borrupt, you coordinate the retaliation. Luxus and I will infiltrate and attempt a selfdestruct from within. Myuna, you get the most important job: reinforcements and supplies. We're all counting on one another," Cyril coordinates. She pulls out of map from under the table, which shows the whole Trava region, including the Badlands, where Vairocana supposedly resides. She pulls out a pencil with her tail as she circles places and draws arrows, color-coordinated for each clan, for the defense of the inner Trava Region. She nods to herself as she plots her plan in her head and brings it to life onto the map. Borrupt agrees as he peers onto the map on the table.

"All right. I agree Cyril. I see the execution of the plan to be nearly flawless," Borrupt remarks in admiration. His humps quiver, then Radias's scythe shudders again.

"I see it. Another one. It's a future disaster. I'm not sure why, but I see it from the North," Radias mentions. Myuna and her red locks curl in suspicion.

"Cyril, what exactly do you have planned?" Myuna asks. Cyril continues looking at the parchment, still drawing and mapping out the plan. She doesn't answer right away, as if she is thinking of an answer to say because she doesn't have one ready. She then sighs as her response.

"Nothing. But I now do have something planned for the perceived threat by Radias. I thank you for the warning. I'll have my clan look into it," Cyril states, folding up the map.

"You know Cyril, preparation is a last resort for the weak," Radias comments. Cyril's tail twitches again. Borrupt's humps quake as everyone blinks. Radias holds a small grin on his face, like he was waiting for a reaction from Cyril.

"Meeting dismissed," she finishes abruptly, walking out of the small hut. The other leaders reluctantly disperse, leaving only the map on the table behind. Then, the fire disappears mysteriously, as if something cold forced it out.