So I've this idea stuck in my head for a long time and I finally decided to just go with it and see how it does. It's basically my own version of a new Digimon season, with a girl as the main protagonist/"goggle-head". This is also my first Digimon story and I hope that you all like it. I welcome any helpful tips and constructive criticism so don't be afraid to point out something you think is wrong.

I do not own Digimon, it rightfully belongs to its respective owners!

Forbidden Friendship

Chapter 1 - And So it Begins . . .

The airport was abuzz with activity. From left to right, as far as the eye could see, people both young and old bustled through the crowded hallways, their shoes gently clapping against the tiled floor. As one of the gate doors opened, more people joined into the fray as they exited the boarding ramp from their flight, adding to the number of people in the pristine building, and among them was a young girl. The girl's bright green eyes flickered curiously around at her new surroundings as she absentmindedly followed the other passengers of her flight, while hoisting her backpack further up her shoulder.

"So this is what it's like to be in a foreign country." She mumbled softly to herself as she craned her head to get a better look at everything around her. The airport was vibrant, and full of life, giving off a rather cheery, but busy atmosphere. If she closed her eyes, she could just briefly pretend that she was back home, that she had never stepped on that plane, that she had never left.

"Riley!" A young voice cried out over the roaring murmurs of the crowd, interrupting her thoughts.

Blinking in surprise, the girl turned at the sound of her name, and smiled slightly when she saw a young girl, much younger than her, running towards her.

"Hi, Keiko." Riley greeted the six year old kindly, and crouched down slightly as the little girl approached her. "What can I do for you?"

"I just wanted to say thank you for playing with me on the plane!" Keiko said ecstatically with a wide grin, her pigtails bouncing wildly behind her. "Mommy and Daddy don't know how to play, so I would've been really bored without you!"

Riley chuckled at the younger girl's words. "No problem, it was fun. Maybe I'll see you around sometime and we can play again?"

Stars practically danced in Keiko's eyes at the thought of playing with the older girl again, and she nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Yeah, that would be awesome!"

"Keiko, it's time to go!"

Both girls turned their heads to see Keiko's parents walking towards them from they had been watching their daughter a couple feet away, and the six year old pouted as her mother placed a gentle hand on top of her messy dark locks.

"But, Mommy," Keiko whined hopelessly, while grasping on to her mother's leg, "I want to play with Riley some more!"

"Now, now, sweetheart," The woman chided gently, "we need to hurry so that we can go visit Grandma, besides I'm sure Riley-chan has her own family to go to. Now say goodbye."

The little girl jutted out her bottom lip in a helpless pout, but reluctantly nodded. "Okay." She then glanced over at the twelve year old next to her. "Bye, Riley."

"Bye, Keiko," Riley replied with a tiny smile, "I'll see you around, okay?"

Keiko nodded, and as her mother began to drag her away Keiko's father stayed a moment longer, and gave Riley a warm smile.

"Thank you for playing with her, Riley-chan." The man thanked the twelve year old. "You are a very sweet girl."

"Um, thanks." Riley said modestly, suddenly feeling bashful from the unexpected praise, and she could faintly feel her cheeks warming up slightly.

Keiko's father merely smiled in return before rejoining his wife and daughter, and Riley let her eyes linger on the small family as they walked away, gazing at them longingly. As she watched them interact she could plainly see the pure love and affection they had for one another, and it mad the girl's heart clench painfully in remembrance, nearly suffocating her. Biting her lip, Riley quickly looked away as she stood up, but before she left she sent one last fleeting glance towards Keiko and her parents as they disappeared into the crowd, feeling somewhat envious of the little girl. Shaking her head, she then made her way towards the baggage claim area where the rest of her luggage awaited her.

Despite being in a new country, Riley managed to find her luggage with little difficulty. Her sky blue suitcase rolled silently behind her as she walked down the tiled halls among an endless sea of people in every direction, her headphones now plugged in to drown out the constant buzz of the crowd. Her song was interrupted, however when her phone suddenly beeped, alerting her that she had received a new text message. Pulling her iPhone out of her pocket, Riley quickly tapped in her password and opened her messages. Her eyes lit up when she saw that it was from her aunt, and she quickly read its contents.

Riley, I'm here at the pickup area. Where are you?

With a few swift strokes across the keyboard, Riley then sent her text to her aunt, who she hoped wasn't worrying too much.

On my way, be there in five minutes.

Once she was sure her text went through, Riley pocketed her phone and returned to the music still playing in her ears. As she listened, she began to think of her aunt, who she hadn't seen since Christmas five years ago when she was seven. The girl wondered how much her relative had changed since then, and then thought about how much she must've changed since she was seven and what her aunt would think of her.

Riley liked to think she hadn't changed too much. She still had the same bright green eyes, soft caramel-colored hair, and tomboyish persona. The only physical difference she could think of was that she had grown taller and cut her hair. It used be long; long enough to where it could reach her waist when it wasn't in a braid or ponytail. Now, though, her hair was kept in a short, almost boyish, bob cut that ended just before it reached her shoulders. If she recalled correctly, her aunt used to love her long hair.

Oh well.

A few minutes later, Riley soon found herself nearing the pickup area, and began looking through the crowd in hopes of spotting her aunt. Many of the adults around her, however, were fairly taller than her, and blocked her vision, causing her to sigh in frustration. Why, oh why did she have to be so short? Sometimes it sucked being a kid. You were always dwarfed by grownups who towered over you.

Adjusting the strap on her backpack, Riley grabbed the handle of her suitcase and continued to roam the area, hoping that she would run into her aunt sooner or later. Squinting her eyes, the girl skimmed through the various faces surrounding her, but her efforts seemed fruitless. Searching for a woman who she hadn't seen in five years within a crowded place like this was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Nearly impossible.

"Looking for me?" An amused, familiar voice popped up behind her, and Riley jumped in surprise. Whirling around she came face to face with the very person she had been looking for.

Her aunt had been twenty-two when she had last seen her, and after five years she didn't seem all that different. The woman still had the same lovely almond eyes and brown hair, just a shade darker than her own caramel locks, and the same attractive face. However, Riley could also tell that she had aged from her slightly more worn and older features, but besides that her aunt still seemed pretty much the same, and as beautiful as she remembered.

"Hey, Aunt Naomi." Riley said with a slight wave and a small smile. Despite her current situation that forced her to come here, the girl was still happy to see her relative, and she wanted the woman to know that as well.

Naomi smiled warmly in return as her eyes took in her niece, noticing the changes that occurred over the past five years. "Hello, dear. You cut your hair I see."

Riley nodded as she awkwardly ran a hand through her short strands. "Yeah, I did two years ago."

"It looks good."

"Thanks."

Not knowing what else to say, an awkward silence fell upon the two, and Riley shifted nervously from foot to foot. What was she supposed to say to someone who she hadn't seen in half a decade? Her aunt, however, unknowingly saved her from her own question when she cleared her throat and motioned for her niece to follow her.

"Right, why don't we talk more on the way home? I'm sure you're tired from your flight." The woman suggested kindly, her eyes gently staring into Riley's.

The girl nodded wholeheartedly in agreement, her actions more than likely mimicking a clumsy bobble head in her haste to escape the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Yeah, sounds good." Riley replied, but as she turned to grab the handle of her suitcase she was stopped by her aunt's voice.

"Oh, and Riley?"

"Yeah?" The girl asked, halting her movements to face her aunt. She was thoroughly shocked, though, when she felt warm arms wrap around her slim shoulders, bringing her into a loving embrace similar to what Riley remembered her mother doing to her numerous times. She instantly froze in place, eyes wide, her heart beating so hard against her ribcage that she was certain that her aunt could hear it.

"It's good to see you again, sweetie." Naomi said gently as she hugged her niece with all that she had, her kind words drifting into the girl's ear. Slowly, Riley managed to bring herself to relax, and though she could still feel her heart beating a million miles a minute she returned the hug, and rested her head wearily against her aunt.

"It's good to see you too, Aunt Naomi."

The drive back to her aunt's house had been relatively quick, and about less than half an hour Riley found herself staring at her new home. Naomi lived in a simple two story house in a quaint little neighborhood in Shibuya, Japan. On the way here, her aunt had informed her of everything she could think of about in order to make her niece feel a bit more welcomed. According to Naomi, the neighbors were very friendly, and there was also a park just a couple of blocks away if Riley ever wanted to visit, which the girl certainly did. Already she could picture herself on her skateboard soaring down the sidewalks, and perhaps she could make herself a new friend while she was there as well.

After grabbing her belongings out of her aunt's car, Riley followed her aunt up the paved driveway towards the front door. As Naomi held up her keys to unlock the door, Riley's gaze traveled off to the side, and she happened to spot an elderly lady, probably in her seventies, working on some roses in the yard next to theirs. The woman must've seen her as well, because she smiled and waved back, and Riley awkwardly returned it.

Naomi caught the action out of the corner of her eye, and she curiously turned her head to see what her niece was waving at. When she saw the elderly woman, Naomi gave her a friendly smile, much more enthusiastic than her niece's.

"Hello, Mrs. Hana!"

"Hello, Naomi," the old woman replied, her voice crackling slightly from old age. Putting down her gardening tools, she slowly approached the two younger women, eyeing Riley curiously. "Is this your niece, Naomi? The one I've heard so much about?"

"Yes." Naomi confirmed, and she placed a slender hand on the girl's shoulder. "This is Riley. Riley, this is our neighbor, Mrs. Hana."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, dear." Hana said warmly as she shook Riley's hand.

"Um, you too, Mrs. Hana." Riley returned just as politely.

"Oh, you look so much like your father did when he was your age!" The elderly woman gushed, her pale gray eyes lighting up in nostalgia.

Riley looked up at her new neighbor in surprise. "You knew my dad?"

"Of course," Hana declared with certainty, "why, when your father and aunt were kids I used to babysit them all the time; adventurous little rascals they were." She then sighed. "Such a shame what happened to him, his wife too."

Riley instantly stiffened after hearing the last sentence, her heart seizing up, and inwardly she scolded herself for being so childish. She basically had the whole summer to get over this, so why was she still freezing up whenever the topic was brought up, indirectly or not?

Come on, Riley; get a grip, the girl told herself as her hands tightened into fists, while taking a deep breath to ease her nerves.

Thankfully her aunt seemed to sense that the subject of her parents was bothering her, and the woman comfortingly squeezed the girl's shoulder, helping to calm her down.

"Yes, well, it was nice taking to you, Mrs. Hana," Naomi said in a neutral tone, but her expression suggested exactly what she would've liked to tell the elderly woman for bringing up such a sore subject, "but we should go, Riley needs to unpack and get settled in."

"Of course," Hana gave them both a smile and waved farewell before she began to walk away, "see you later, dear."

Naomi didn't even wait to see if the woman had already left yet, instead she gently steered her niece inside the house, closing the door shut behind her. She then turned her gaze onto Riley, concern written across her features.

"Are you alright?" Naomi inquired softly. "Mrs. Hana means well, but she can also be a bit naive at times."

Riley frowned slightly as she considered the question she had been asking herself multiple times throughout the past couple of months. Was she alright?

There was a slight pause before Riley responded.

"I'll be okay, really. It's just going to take some getting used to, you know?" The girl fell silent for a moment before her lips twitched upwards into a wry smile. Raising an eyebrow, she glanced over at her aunt. "Oh, and 'a bit'?"

Naomi blinked, and then chuckled when she realized that her niece was trying to make a joke. Her worry subsided for the moment, the woman started to lead the girl towards the stairs.

"Come on," she said in a much lighter tone, gesturing up towards the second floor, "let me show you your room."

Riley happily complied, but as she trailed after her aunt up the stairs her grin slowly fell, and a small frown was left in its place. She loved her aunt, she really did, and it was great to see her again and Riley appreciated what the woman was doing for her, but she couldn't deny the fact that she didn't want to be here, in Japan that is. Unfortunately for her, Naomi was the only person left that was alive out of her immediate family, so they were kind of stuck together, which happened to be thousands of miles away from where Riley's heart truly lied, back in America. Before today, she had been passed around by the remainder of her family-distant cousins who she had barely even known, and though she hadn't been particularly fond of them, and vice versa, she at least had been able to still see her friends.

Now, however, a whole ocean separated them from her.

An image of Naomi's gentle smile interrupted the girl's thoughts, and Riley immediately felt guilty when she recalled the tender love and warmth she had seen in her aunt's eyes. Here she was complaining, when her aunt had reached out and given her a home without asking for anything in return, and how did she repay the woman's kindness? Riley sighed, while mentally scolding herself. Perhaps, for her aunt, she could at least try and give this place a chance. What harm could it do?

Her mind made up, Riley eyes lit up in determination, and with a slightly lighter heart she followed her aunt to her room.

Lucemon was going to kill him.

This was the only thought running through his mind as he dashed through the dark underbrush of the forest, his boots splashing into dark, murky puddles as the rain continued to batter him with icy-cold drops of water. Mist swirled around him in every direction, and his crimson eyes darted along the trees warily while his hand hovered closely next to the gun strapped to his leg, ready to shoot the moment he spotted anything out of the ordinary. Thunder roared loudly overhead as lightning cracked across the dark sky, momentarily lighting the world around him, and he cursed under his breath when his legs almost gave out from underneath him after tripping over one the thick tree roots that decorated the forest floor.

His body couldn't take much more, he realized slowly, beginning to feel the effects of the adrenaline wearing off as he continued to trample through the forest. He was bruised, and covered in scratches, mementos of his earlier battles with six certain individuals, and if it wasn't for his pure stubbornness and determination, he would've more than likely collapsed a long time ago. His energy was just about spent, and he knew that he probably only had enough for one more round.

A dangerous smirk formed on his lips.

Oh well, he decided, undeterred by his current predicament. The truth was he thrived off of moments like this, walking a fine line between life and death, pushing his body to its limits just to see how far he could go. He planned on living of course, but if he was going to be killed might as well go out with a bang and bring his enemies down with him. His warrior blood pounded in his veins, and his hand was itching to shoot something, but he was not stupid. If he stopped and met his enemies head on he would most definitely be killed, so he kept on running. He planned on putting as much distance as he could between himself and his pursuers before they eventually caught up with him.

Suddenly his sharp ears heard something brush against the trees, and his red orbs narrowed as he prepared himself for what was about to come. He knew that sound, the sound of silk robes and light feet moving across the ground. There was only one person who that could be.

"Nazar Nail!"

Trusting his instincts, he quickly dodged to the side, his body slamming into the wet, mossy grass below, barely avoiding the deadly attack. Instead, it ended up hitting a nearby tree, right where his head had been just moments before, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust when the tree began to corrode.

"That will be you next." A feminine voice whispered smoothly. Turning around he was met a familiar face. A tall, black haired woman wearing purple robes stood several feet away from him, and she was smirking confidently as she stared down at him from his sprawled out position on the ground. He glared at her, his crimson eyes burning into her violet ones.

"Lilithmon." He growled as he stood up, his hand resting readily on the handle of his gun.

"Beelzemon." The female Digimon replied curtly, without any emotion. Her eyes glanced over his battered form. "I'm surprised you managed to dodge that, considering your current condition."

Beelzemon didn't bother to respond, and instead he pulled his gun out of its holster and pointed it at the female Demon Lord in front of him. Lilithmon scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Please, as if you really have the energy or power to actually take me on and win." She crossed her arms. "Lucemon said that you're stubborn, but he failed to mention your stupidity as well."

"Who said that I needed to win?" Beelzemon countered, an arrogant smirk forming on his lips.

Lilithmon frowned slightly at his words, and casually flipped her dark hair over shoulder.

"Such a shame that Lucemon wishes for you to be destroyed, Beelzemon." She commented off-handedly, sarcasm dripping with every word and hardly sounding the least bit sorry at all. "I shall miss these riveting talks of ours."

"Riveting? Right." Beelzemon snorted. Riveting wasn't the word he would use. It was more like annoying the hell out of each other.

Lilithmon stared at him for a moment, contemplating, and then looked past the Demon Lord as if looking for something hidden in the bushes.

"Come on out, boys."

Beelzemon's eyes widened in surprise, and before he could blink he was surrounded by a group of SkullSatamon. The Demon Lord cursed under his breath, while mentally scolding himself. He should have sensed these weaklings long before now, and now he was paying for his mistake.

"Double-!" Beelzemon raised his gun, ready to fire while simultaneously reaching for his second strapped across his back, but he was cut off when Lilithmon suddenly rushed at him, claws ready to strike, and he abandoned his attack in order to safely escape the female Digimon's deadly move. Was it him or was she getting faster?

Unfortunately, the SkullSatamon took this opportunity to tackle the Demon Lord to the ground while he was distracted by their mistress. They toppled on top of biker Digimon, grabbing his guns and limbs, and Beelzemon swore, furious at how easy they had overcome him. If he was back to his full strength then these SkullSatamon would be nothing more than a pile of bones by now!

Seeing that her target wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, Lilithmon took her time approaching the other Demon Lord as she dusted off her robe. Her servants forced their captive's arms behind his back, and pushed him down onto his knees when she reached them, and Beelzemon growled up at her, his crimson eyes glaring daggers into hers. If looks could kill she imagined that she would be good as dead by now.

"Well, that was certainly easy." She said in a bored drawl. "Honestly, Beelzemon, I was expecting more of a fight from you. You must've been more injured than I thought."

Beelzemon only glared even harder.

Lilithmon rolled her eyes in response, but as her right arm began to glow with dark aura in preparation for the final blow her faced hardened, and her violet eyes narrowed into cold slits.

"I hope you have pleasant dreams, Beelzemon."

Pain suddenly flared through Beelzemon's chest as Lilithmon's claws plunged into him, and his already weakened body felt even weaker, heavier even as whatever strength he had left slowly began to fade away as the Nazar Nail began its work. He did not scream, he absolutely refused to, but his vision blurred and a strong spell of dizziness overcame him, causing him to sway slightly. Wearily he looked up, and was barely able to make out the female Demon Lord standing over him, who had her arm raised, ready to strike again.

However, before she could deliver the next blow she was stopped when a blinding, bright light erupted from underneath the forest floor. Lilithmon's eyes widened in alarm, and she swiftly jumped away from the swirling vortex of colors, her foe forgotten as she landed in the safety of a nearby tree. Her servants were quick to follow her, and they dropped Beelzemon with a thud as they took to the sky, a hint of fear visible in their eyes. Lilithmon frowned as she watched the bright light consume the Demon Lord's battered form, and before she could blink it disappeared with a flash of blinding light, going as quickly as it had come, taking her captive with it.

Lilithmon scowled, unimpressed by the unexpected turn of events.

"Saved by a digital-portal, how pathetic." She said rather disappointedly. She had been looking forward to destroying her former comrade, and now her chance was gone. Although, it was quite odd for a portal to suddenly appear like that, and with that kind of timing as well. She eyed the spot Beelzemon had been just moments before in suspicion. It was almost as if the portal had a mind of its own.

"Should we try to go after him, milady?" One of the SkullSatamon inquired from where it hovered in the air, interrupting her thoughts.

"No." Lilithmon replied. "As injured as he was he'll be a Digi-Egg in a matter of minutes. Besides, Lucemon has made it very clear that he doesn't want anyone going to the human world without his permission."

There was a moment of silence as the SkullSatamon eyed the spot where Beelzemon once laid, thunder booming overhead. Lilithmon then sighed and motioned for her servants to follow her.

"Let's go. There's nothing more we can do here."

A second later the group vanished into the shadows of the trees.

Riley wearily glanced over at her digital clock on the bedside table, and groaned slightly when she saw that it was past midnight. Unable to sleep, she pushed her covers away with a huff and hopped out of bed, and began searching for some clothes and her tennis shoes, thinking some walking around might do her some good. As she changed out of her pajamas, her bright green eyes once again took in the surroundings of her new room, or more importantly, what used to be her father's old bedroom when he and Naomi were kids.

The room was bare for the most part. Naomi had moved all of her dad's old belongings up into the attic for safe keeping so that Riley could have enough space for all of her stuff. All that remained of her father's things was a lone box in the corner of her room that her aunt had yet to move out. The rest of the bedroom was littered with boxes and containers of Riley's own things that she had yet to unpack, including her skateboard, which was sticking out of its case almost teasingly, as if just begging to be used.

Deciding that a quick ride couldn't hurt, she had been planning on going outside for a short walk anyway, Riley grabbed her skateboard, along with her cell and headphones once she was dressed, and quietly approached her door and carefully pressed her ear against it, listening. She remained in that position for several seconds, and when nothing reached her ears the girl concluded that her aunt was definitely asleep, and she slowly pushed her door open, careful not to make any noise, and silently slipped out into the hallway. Quietly, Riley tip-toed down the stairs, and once she reached the front door she gently pried it open before she stepped outside, closing it behind her with a soft click as she went.

Relieved to finally be out of the house, even though it was during the middle of the night, Riley eagerly hopped onto her skateboard and rolled down the smoothly paved sidewalk, feeling as if a huge weight had been momentarily lifted from her shoulders. The girl smiled. No matter what the situation, riding always helped clear her mind and made her feel better.

For a while, Riley was content to roam aimlessly as music played softly through her headphones, though she made sure to stay within a relatively safe distance from her aunt's house. As she wondered, the girl's thoughts began to drift back towards her friends who she had left behind in America, wondering if they missed her as much as she missed them, and she sighed as another wave of homesickness washed over her.

At this rate I'll never make it here, she thought glumly, already dreading the long school year that would be starting tomorrow morning. C'mon, Riley, you're better than this! Just think positive thoughts!

Encouraged by her own miniature pep talk, the girl continued to roll down the street, humming every once and a while when a certain song that she liked came on. Eventually, she came across the neighborhood park that her aunt had mentioned earlier, and she studied it with great interest as she passed by it, her green eyes lighting up when she liked what she saw.

"Not bad." Riley said quietly to herself, a large grin forming on her lips. She was eager to try this place out the moment she got out of school tomorrow. "Not bad at all."

"I'm an angel with a shot-zzzz-gun-zzzz . . ."

Riley paused when static suddenly interrupted one of her favorite songs, and brought her skateboard to halt. With a confused frown, the girl took off her headphones and studied them closely, wondering what was wrong with them as static continued to play. The Beats were fairly new and she hadn't dropped them, so they couldn't be broken. Riley's examination of her headphones was cut off, though, when her cell started to shine unusually bright from within her pocket. Her brows furrowed as she pulled out her iPhone, and she blinked when she saw the digital numbers on the clock racing across the screen, hardly more than a blur.

What the . . ?

The street lights above her suddenly began to flicker, causing the girl to look up, and her eyes widened in astonishment when she saw the night sky. A bright, swirling vortex of colors was slowly stretching across the dark atmosphere, blocking out the stars and the moon, and a sudden flash of blinding light cracked across the horizon, startling Riley and causing her to jump in alarm. Not even a second later, a glowing object suddenly erupted from the multi-colored whirlpool, and it soared through the air like a missile, coming straight towards the earth at breakneck speeds.

Right at her, Riley realized with growing dread.

For one agonizing moment, the girl felt as if she couldn't move as the glowing object came rushing at her, her legs frozen in fear as her heart skipped a beat, but it quickly passed as her survival mode kicked in, and she jumped to the side onto the hard sidewalk just as it came roaring past her, causing her hair to blow wildly behind her from the force of the tailwind. With a deafening thud, the glowing object crashed into the middle of the park, taking the swing set along with it, and Riley protectively covered her head with her arms as glass from nearby street lights shattered and rained down on her from the force of the impact.

And then there was nothing but silence.

For several minutes, Riley just laid there on the on the ground as she tried to calm her frantic heartbeat, her ears ringing from the sudden silence that followed the crash. Taking deep breaths, she slowly pushed herself off of the cold, hard sidewalk, her hands and knees shaking slightly as she did so, and Riley warily eyed her surroundings once she was back on her feet. She spotted her skateboard, cell, and headphones a few feet away from her, and was relieved that her belongings survived the crash. The girl's gaze then traveled over towards where the glowing object had landed, and she anxiously bit her lip, debating if she should go see what it was.

Her curiosity eventually won over her initial fear, and she shakily began walking towards the crash site, wondering what could've fallen from the sky in such an unusual manner. The girl followed the trail that had been dug into the ground, and eventually arrived at a large crater where the monkey bars used to be. Riley nervously wringed her hands as she cautiously peered over the edge of the large hole, her heart pounding furiously against her ribcage, afraid of what she may find. She was surprised however, to see a glowing figure at the bottom of the crater, but before she could examine it any further the form disappeared, leaving in its place a round, and purple object.

Fear completely abandoned, and thoroughly intrigued now, Riley gracefully leapt over the edge and approached the darkly colored item, but when she crouched down to study it closer she was stunned by what she saw.

"It's an egg." Riley realized softly as she picked it up, recognizing the familiar shape of the object. She carefully turned it over in her hands, inspecting it, and her brows furrowed in confusion as she glanced back up at the sky, noticing that the strange light she had seen was now gone.

"But . . . where did it come from?"

To be continued . . .

So yeah, that's the first chapter, and I hope you've all enjoyed it. Now one thing I want to point out is Riley's behavior. At the moment she may seem a bit down about everything, but its for good reason. I mean, she just lost her parents and is now in a completely new country, leaving everything and everyone she knew behind. I'd be a little upset too. But no worries! Riley will not stay like this for much longer, and you'll soon get to see more of what she's really like!

Review Please! Reviews determine if I should continue the story or not.