Note, pages will be about 280 words long to match a real book, each chapter will be 3000 words long in total. (I may write a second version of this that is in first person.)

Klay was born a young prince of the umbreon kingdom, er nation if you prefer. There are Kingdoms for each of the 'sentient' pokemon as they call them. However the feral pokemon usually leave them alone and reside in the forests. Klay and his sister often played together when they were young, always sneaking out of the castle to explore the streets when they weren't busy learning how things worked. As they aged they began to choose what they wanted to become as do all people. But it was more than that, they began to choose what they wanted to evolve into, which evolution was an irreversible process.

So they needed to ensure that what they chose was what they wanted to stick with forever. His sister who was into helping bring people together and helping with relationships and such, jumped at the opportunity to evolve into a sylveon; the love pokemon. However Klay did not know what he wanted to be, so he just shut himself away in solitude scouring over all of the books he could to try to help him decide. He always had a fascination with night and the moon but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to be an umbreon. He was one that wanted to have a lot of power when it came to fights. So something with an extra perk.

Something like Flareon for its heat, Glaceon for its cold, or Jolteon for its electricity. If anything he'd go for flareon in case he were to end up a parent. Jolteon he could get to places much quicker, save himself some trouble. Glaceon would be perfect for deserts. So he now had narrowed it down to four. He decided to leave it up to fate, he told his parents he was ready. When the evolutionary stones were held out he told the mon to remove the stones that would evolve him into any of the other four, leaving the stones that would either evolve him into an Umbreon, Glaceon, Vaporeon, or Jolteon. He placed his paws on all four at once and let fate decide.

Fate had chosen umbreon for him.