Welcome welcome to my second story ever written on this website! I've been working really hard on it and have been getting lots of helpful advise from Dreaming I'm Latios, who is an excellent writer! Great person with great stories I encourage you check out. I would love for you to leave a review, perhaps telling me what you think or giving me some advice. I really appreciate and love every single person who reads and reviews!

Just a quick note before you start reading: this is the sequel to my first book, The Wild One. You don't have to read it to understand what's going on in this one, but it might help with understanding the characters in this story.

Now, without further ado...

Libras: Guardians of Sun and Moon

Prologue

Stop Looking Back

"Dad, you've been keeping this from the entire kingdom?"

An Umbreon named Cyle with sapphire blue eyes sat next to his father, a Jolteon, at a large, round table. Sitting on his other side was his wife, Abbie, whom he thought of as beautiful and strong. Multiple other pokemon filled the rest of the table, each representing the pokemon of Equilibrium and acting as royal leaders.

His wife asked, "Why? "

"They discovered new forms of evolution that my father believed were threatening to the Eevee line," the father explained. Like his son, he also had blue eyes. "He believed that the Terrams would eventually try to conquer our kingdoms."

"Mega evolution, regional variants, not to mention Z-moves," Cyle listed. "Pokemon were made to fight, to be strong, and you've kept these sources of power from them? The only reason you even told us was because we're becoming the new leaders."

"The only reason Eevee were chosen to rule were because we possessed powerful evolutionary abilities," the Jolteon argued. "If the pokemon learn this now, they will surely rebel against us."

"They deserve to know what they can do." The Umbreon glanced to his wife, hoping she supported him. "Abbie, what do you think?"

A Flareon, who possessed the same blue eyes of his nephew, Cyle, shook his head. "You don't understand. Mega evolution and Z-moves are dangerous, more dangerous than Yveltal's power."

At the sound of the legend's name, Abbie's twin sister stood up. "How dangerous?" She knew of the harming power of Yveltal. It corrupted, killed, and led a pokemon to kill.

"We were still cubs during the war, but we saw how the power affected their minds." The Flareon shivered at the mere image. Just thinking about it was enough to bring back the fear of the situation. "It was somewhat of a disease, something that killed a pokemon from the inside out, sending them on a rampage."

"One got into the castle once," the blue-eyed Jolteon reminisced. "He was acting like a wild pokemon, growling, breaking things, trying to get out. His eyes were bloodshot, his body bruised and bloody."

"The rulers of the Terrams didn't tell their citizens what became of them if they absorbed too much power, and those who lost themselves were never heard from again."

Silence fell amongst the room. It was all too often that a corrupted government would harm its owns citizens.

"They want peace with us," Abbie stated. "Our kingdoms were the ones that destroyed theirs, yet they still want to be our allies. It might be a good idea to accept."

Her husband shook his head. "If they're lying to their citizens, they can't be trusted." He had no tolerance for liars, especially when it hurt another pokemon. "But our citizens still must know."

"Zen is gone, Cyle." Abbie rubbed her head against her husband's. She knew what he was really feeling, why he was saying what he was.

"I'm sorry."

He pushed his chair back, the cringe-worthy noise of wood rubbing against the floor echoing through the silent room. Cyle left the room, but his wife immediately followed. She wasn't going to let him be alone anymore. He had gone off anytime someone mentioned Zen. While Cyle left the door open, too angry to be bothered to close it, she quietly shut the door, leaving them alone.

"I don't want to talk about it right now, Abbie," he growled, sitting against the wall.

"You never do, Cyle." Abbie took her place next to him. "We're married, now. I know you don't want to talk about anything too serious because we just got home, but this is what we're here for: each other. We need to be honest and open with each other. That's what you promised me, and that's what I promised you."

Cyle sighed deeply and looked at her with his blue eyes, which were starting to fill with water. "They're always lying to me. Zen, and now my dad too."

Abbie deciphered it easily. Now, he was having trouble trusting his family. "Just because someone lies, it doesn't mean they're trying to hurt you."

"He lied because he was trying to protect himself. He was being selfish." The male Umbreon's anger grew. "Maybe if Zen would've told me, he wouldn't be gone. Had he done what was right, maybe we'd all still be here."

"I miss him, too," Abbie admitted. "I only just got to understand how much he cared about me when he left."

He shook his head at himself. "I know I said I didn't miss him, but-"

"That was almost a year ago. You're less angry at him now, more disappointed, but you still want him here."

"I didn't realize how much I loved him until he left." Cyle forced a laugh in attempt to cheer himself up, tears now rolling down his cheeks.

Abbie laughed too, and soon her husband's forced laugh became real. They smiled at each other, both crying. "It'll stop hurting, one day," she stated.

"I don't want to hurt anymore, but I don't want to not miss him."

She leaned close to him. "Just because it doesn't hurt, doesn't mean we won't miss him, doesn't mean we won't love him."

Cyle rested his head against hers.

"We have to move on from him, let go of that chapter in our lives. Start looking forward, stop looking back." She looked down at her very round stomach, and laughed stressfully. "Twins."

He groaned in a playful manner and chuckled. "Two terrors."

"And my sister's twins too. Four cubs, all the same age."

"Let's not forget Zodia already had that little Rockruff cub of hers. Not to mention Luca and Kila with their Riolu."

"At least they don't live with us anymore, and we'll all have each other for some support."

"You and Cecilia are both having cubs at the same time," Cyle pointed out, amazed. "Guess it must run in the family."

Abbie planted a kiss on his cheek.