A young maiden, close to her thirties, was pressed against the wall, shivering. She was lost in a frozen wasteland, almost dead. Her lips were as blue as her scarf, and her hands had tiny icicles starting to form around the edges. She huddled closer to the wall as the storm raged on. It was not helping she had to move. With much difficulty she managed to get to her feet. She rubbed her exposed arms as she did so. It was close to impossible that she was not dead yet, but there she was limping toward a large outline at the side of a sheer cliff. She gasped in pain when her lower leg made contact with the rock. As much as she couldn't feel it, she could still make out the small creases and snaps in her bone. She could hardly take step forth, but with much determination she made her way toward what seemed to be a cavern. She coughed, scarlet red shining on the snow. Not a good sign. She hurried on as much as it pained her. As the storm dragged on, it leeched most of the little energy she had left, until she was crawling. At last, with a horrible effort she pushed her way into the opening chasm. To her surprise, no warmth or protection filled it. If possible, the cavern was colder then the outside. Her heart thudded, it was about time she died. She rested her head on the cold gravel, her life slipping away from her as fast as the beating of a dragonfly's wing. Suddenly there was a click. There it was again. The women moaned, clutching at her head when she felt agonizing fear scorch her.

No… It can't be… She thought. She tried desperately to struggle to her feet. But of course, to no avail. She was too weak and tired to even move her legs.

"Well, well, well," A voice like death and ice merged together. The lady's heartbeat quickened. It seemed to pound in her throat. She should have died in the snow rather then inside with the Pokémon behind her. Another click. She shut her eyes, not wanting to see the empty light blue orbs above.

"Open your eyes human," came the voice again. It chipped away her life still within her. Slowly, but surely.

"You don't understand… Please…" She pleaded drawing her arms to her chest. She winced at how badly they hurt. The cold was still taking their toll.

"Please what?" mused the voice above. It was more of a smirk then a question.

"Leave me alone," She croaked her throat feeling as dry as the snow slowly freezing her. There came another clink, it echoed around the chamber.

"I do not take orders from your kind," the voice snarled. Suddenly, she felt a cold draft on her face. That was impossible though, for she was already numb with ice. As if the presence had read her mind it said, "My winds are colder then the petty blizzard outside. Anything can feel it, even close to death." He pronounced the word 'death' with an extra chill. The clinking paused, yet the breath continued. The women wanted to scream at how it attacked her face, but with the only effort she had she held it in.

"Poor, poor human," the voice drawled, pressing close to her. The being flinched his talons clicking on the ground again.

"You!" he snarled comprehending who she was in a heartbeat. She felt pressure around her waist, and felt herself being hoisted up. Suddenly she was knocked into the wall of the cave. Her eyes were forced open, and she looked into the blue orbs of him. Yveltal, the Destruction Pokémon. He grinned deviously.

"Now that's better." Surprisingly she could now feel herself. The little string that she had held on to was growing longer for her life. Something tingled inside her. This was no free gift.

"What do you want?" she snapped. The Pokémon raised his head to stare directly at her.

"That is not a way how to talk to one who is holding your life by a thread." She shot a glance up, her bravery melting away to fear.

"What do you want?" she repeated in a shaky voice. Yveltal drew away from the wall, folding his powerful wings. However she still stood paralyzed on the wall.

"I have heard of many groups in regions. Each trying desperately to catch the legendary of the corresponding land." Yveltal cast an eerie look toward her, making something like a rock in her stomach. Fear was taking over each second she was there with him.

"Though I am powerful humans tend to trick me." A thought drifted back to the women's head, when the Destruction Legendary had been used to finish a war. He rested his gaze back on her, their icy malice making her shudder. Suddenly excruciating pain filled her head. She wanted to yell, scream if you may. But nothing came out. She just hung limply like a puppet. Yveltal's eyes gleamed then he jerked back.

"My, my…" he murmured before smiling wickedly. "Bring me your youngest daughter," he whispered.

"Never!" She gasped, trying hard not to wince at his stare. Then she laughed, "I'm already dead, release me and it would be the end."

Yveltal drew out a wing, one of his claws touching her neck lightly. The pain that filled her was unimaginable. Of course, she couldn't do anything, which made matters worse. The claw was removed from her neck, leaving a gray mark. The physic ended and she plummeted to the ground. She landed and heard a crunch. Again pain seized her. She just wanted to die, but the Pokémon held tightly to her life.

"Bring me her," he growled warningly. "I know who you are, and the power I would receive…" The women shook her head.

"I will never betray them," she coughed. Her vision became blurry, but still the pain clung on.

"Then I will go and kill your entire family," he said simply extending his wings. She forced herself to raise a hand, and the Pokémon paused, looking down.

"I beg of you, Great One. Do not harm them." Yveltal pondered this for a moment before shaking his head.

"My mind is already clear."

"Fine," she murmured. "I'll do it, just do not harm anyone in my heritage or family." As she said this, the pain lifted, and she felt stronger. She got up and looked into the blue orbs.

"You have until morning to bring her to me. Any trickery you bestow on me shall be blamed upon any related to you." And with that, she left.

The following morning the land was grassy with plains. It was a phenomenon that tons and tons of snow had just vanished overnight. Doing of Xerneas, the women thought as she held a bundle to her chest. She felt tears trickling down her face as she made it to the colossal fissure. She could move freely now, everything that had happened to her just had vanished. She hoped desperately this were a dream a short-lived fantasy that she had imagined.

This is just a walk… she told her self over and over again in her head. As she said this, she grew slightly more confident. It ebbed quickly as she spotted an outline. A red one.

"You managed to come, it seems," he said softly. She leaned down and placed the bundle. Inside was a sleeping girl. No more then two months. Beside her was a small Fennekin. Then she broke down and wept. "I beg of you," she cried, but the Pokémon showed no pity.

"Be off," he growled.

"Please… Something else but not my child," she begged.

"Take my life and spare hers. Please…" But as much as she pleaded the Pokémon grew more annoyed.

"Leave me, or I shall torture her in front of you." Though he had no mind of doing so. It was that he was growing annoyed and a bit uncomfortable. The women looked up once more, tears trailing down her cheeks. Then she turned and made her way out of the cavern to leave her child with the great red beast.