A/N: I do not own Zoids in any way, shape or form.

Prologue:

The Moons Glowing Light

'Run. Don't stop. Just keep running. Don't look back. If you stop or turn back now, everything will be lost forever. You have to find it. You have to find… her. She can't hold on for much longer. Don't let her sip into darkness again. She is already almost gone! Run faster, her life depends on you and you alone. No one else can save her. Only you possess the light that can bring her back. She is vanishing into the shadows. You must run faster! You must stop the darkness from taking her! Hurry!'

"No!" Van yelled as he bolted straight up in his bed, wide-eyed. His breaths came in ragged gasps, as if he had run a hundred mile marathon in less than a minute. A look of pure desperation and terror was etched across his face, while his right arm was subconsciously stretched out to its full length, as if he was trying to grab a hold of someone or something. It took Van a minute before he realized that he was not in the foreboding darkness of the mysterious dungeon-like cave, his unconscious mind had been taking him to every night.

The dark dreams had been plaguing him for over a month now, and they had always taken place in the dungeon-like cave. The unisex voice had never been so comprehensible, as it had been this night. When the dreams or rather nightmares had first started he could only hear indistinguishable whispers every so often. The voice had been so quiet that it had seemed like only a soft breeze at first. But the more he visited the dungeon cave, the clearer the voice and his surroundings became. After tonight's nightmare, he wished that everything had remained concealed in the darkness.

"Van are you alright? I heard you scream. Can I come in?" Fiona's concerned voice was slightly muffled, as she knocked on the ashen grey metal door that led to Van's private quarters. Fiona had head Van scream and instantly ran to his room to see if he was alright. She knew that Van had been having vivid dreams that seemed to frighten him and she wanted to know why. But every time she asked him about it he had told her that it was nothing, before he had insisted that she return to bed, and when she pushed him to answer he glared at her and told her to leave it alone before he would leave his room and not return until morning. He seemed to return to his usual self by morning, but Fiona could tell that he was not fine, and that those dreams bothered him quite a bit, no matter how much he denied it.

"Yeah, you can come in Fiona." Was the quiet, monotone reply from the young Zoid pilot. When Fiona entered the standard sized room, she immediately looked towards the small bed that was stationed in the farthest left corner of the room. The bed sat horizontally to a large uncovered window which let the two moons silvery beams illuminate the bedroom. When Fiona looked for Van to be in his bed, she was surprised to find it empty; the covers were rumpled at the foot of the bed and she could see the darkened imprint of a body that was left from heavy perspiration. "Van?" Fiona sorrowfully whispered to herself when she saw the spiky dark haired teen standing in front of his window, his back to her. He was just standing there like a statue, his dark irises gazing fixatedly into the darkness of night. Occasionally his eyes drifted forlornly to the two moons before his gaze returned to the dark horizon.

Slowly, Fiona walked towards the window and came to a stop beside the taller male teen. Her bright ruby irises were downcast to her pale, bare feet. She desperately wanted to ask Van what he had been dreaming about, but she knew that he would just tell her not to worry about it. However, he had been pushing her away for too long and tonight, she was determined to get an answer. Even if it made Van angry, she was tired of him trying to cope with his obvious distress on his own. Just as Fiona looked up and began to open her mouth to ask him about his nightmare, Van beat her to it. "You don't have to ask anymore, Fiona. I'll tell you what I've been dreaming about for the last month… if you really want to know." The tone of voice that Van used was enough for Fiona to know that Van had been crying and he was trying to cover it up, but his voice also sounded defeated and it nearly broke her heart to hear such misery in his usually jovial voice.

Fiona was speechless, so she just nodded her head in surprised acceptance and patiently waited for Van to speak. The room remained dead silent for several minutes, which made Fiona wonder if Van had changed his mind. "Van?" The blonde haired girl asked quietly as she placed a soft hand on his slightly sweaty bare shoulder, only to feel that his muscles were tensed. He released a silent sigh at her gentle touch, before moving his gaze to the two crescent moons. "When I was born," Van started with an emotionless tone. "I wasn't the only one born from my mother's womb that night. Six minutes after I was brought into this world, another came along. My younger twin, my baby sister… Nali Flyheight. The dreams I've been having are about her."

"I never knew you had a twin sister, Van. Why didn't I see her when we were at the Wind Colony?" Fiona asked with a perplexed look on her face. Fiona's mind was reeling with so many questions that it nearly gave her a headache. Why had Van never mentioned another sister? Why had he and Maria acted like they never had a younger sister? Why were there no pictures of her at the Flyheight home? Why was there no evidence that she ever lived there? Did she run away? Or did something bad happen to make them want to forget? What could have happened to the youngest Flyheight?

"Because… she was kidnapped a week after our sixth birthday, while we were playing away from the village… we weren't supposed to be that far away. Our Dad was off fighting in the war and our mom and Maria were working at the house. I told mom that I'd take care of Nali and that we'd be home before lunch… but, I broke those promises. It was my fault that she was taken. She didn't want to go that far away, but I told her that nothing bad would happen and no one would ever know… I was wrong and it caused me to lose both my baby sister and our mom. When the men came, I tried to fight them but I was too weak! I can still remember her screaming for me to help her as they dragged her into the truck." Van ended angrily, his fists clenched tightly as he tried to force his tears back, but it didn't work, and warm, salty tears flowed from his eyes like a raging river.

"Oh Van!" Fiona gasped as tears of her own fell from her eyes, before she reached out and pulled the sobbing spiky haired teen into a firm, consoling hug. Now Fiona understood why Van didn't want to talk about his dreams. It brought back such painful memories that nearly broke him and even though he was only six years old at the time, he still blamed himself for not being strong enough to save his sister and the added weight of his mother and father's death soon after, it was more than enough to crush anyone. Fiona was surprised that it hadn't crushed him already, but she knew that he probably forced himself to become stronger so that something like that would never happen again and if it did, then he would be strong enough to fight against it and win.

"You don't have to say anymore Van, if you don't want to. If it hurts too much then I'll understand. I don't want to hurt you by bringing anymore bad memories back." Fiona sadly told Van, having now began to regret asking him to tell her about his dreams. He didn't want to tell her and that should have been where she left it. But she was too selfish and wanted an answer. Now she wished that she would have just let it go. "No. I have—no, I need to tell you. I've kept this to myself for too long and you deserve to know why I haven't been myself lately." Van spoke through clenched teeth, forcing his tears to stop as he did return the comforting hug that Fiona gave him. With a deep calming breath, Van wiped away his fallen tears and began to finish his tale.

"In my dreams, I'm in a dark dungeon-like cave… There is only a fragment of light in the entire place, but it looks like it is coming from me, and I don't have a light source. It's strange… it's like it is coming from within me or something. And then there is this voice… It's coming from my mind, and yet it sounds like it's echoing off of the barren walls of the cave at the same time. The voice tells me to run. To run and don't stop or she'll fade into the darkness and never return, unless I get to her first. Then it says that she'll die if the darkness takes her. And just before I get to her, I hear her scream and I wake up in a cold sweat. I'm reaching out to her and she's always just out of my reach. Just like when we were six…"