The 2 figures dropped down in front of the memory board, dull and useless having been shut down years earlier. The girl had a bright yellow streak zapping through her black hair, and prominent Asian features promoted her Japanese ancestry. The boy beside her was completely different. He bad bright blond hair with a shocking black streak slashed into his golden locks, and all who met him could tell he was a complete American. They looked nothing alike, but somehow they were related.
"Are you sure?" The girl asked, black eyes worried.
"The story is not yet over." The boy replied simply, and pulled a switch.
Lyoko whirred to life.
"And so it begins again."