Sorry for the recent absence on my other stories. I was on a surprise vacation so I wasn't able to update on most of them. The one thing I got to write was this (multiple times) so i hope you enjoy! *Haggar, Zarkon, and the Galra race/Empire belongs to the creators of VLD*

The little girl danced around in the beautiful white flowers. They decorated the meadow with their yellow brothers and sisters, the sun shining brightly down upon them. The grass was tall, but the little girl loved that about the meadow, and how the grass went above her head, perfect for playing hide and seek as it swayed in the wind. She sat down in the middle, not caring about the ants or any of the bugs that crawled up her purple legs. She dug her toes into the dirt as she plucked a long string of grass from the ground with her claws. She tied it after she folded it in half, careful not to break it, then tied another piece horizontally to make a doll.

"Ciara?"

The purple girl's cat-like ears turned in the direction of the sound, but she chose not to get up.

"Ciara?"

The voice called again, worry hinted in the voice. The girl grasped tightly to the doll, standing up from her spot in the giant meadow. She spotted her father from far away, her fangs showing when she smiled at the sight of him. Ciara ran towards him, jumping up into his giant, protective arms when she reached him. He put a small daisy in her hair and smiled, taking something out of his back pocket once he did. Ciara frowned, noticing the needle that he failed to hide.

"Daddy, that hurts."

He looked sad, but brought the needle into eyesight anyway. He hated doing this to his little girl, but it was the only way to ensure her survival. "I know, Ciara, but you have to stay strong. The bad guys are coming and you don't want to be caught, do you?"

She giggled, remembering that she could be an undercover cop again, a spy, hiding under the stairs as she watched the bad guys come to the door. To her, it was all a game. Just another game of hide and seek, she just couldn't be caught, under any circumstances.

He knew this, no matter how much it pained him to see his little girl in such trouble.

It was his fault.

And he was such an idiot.

He stuck the needle in her purple skin. She flinched, but it worked, her skin turning pale and her hair a strawberry blonde. Her fangs disappeared, and her ears became small and oval. Ciara looked human, smelled human, felt human, was human. He dashed back to the house, Ciara clinging to him tightly. He ran through the woods that surrounded the meadow, patches of light peeking through the foliage, showing him the way. The man finally reached his house, deep in forgotten nothing. He had worked so hard to get away from the Galra Empire, to ensure his daughter's safety.

But he was a pure-blood Galra himself- purple skin, dark purple hair, fangs, claws, and ears unlike any of the humans'. He was alien, and his daughter was half. That's why they wanted her so badly.

That, and the fact that she was the daughter of two of the best fighters, one of them so smart she had designed most of Galra tech. But now she was dead. Every human part of her, lost into the vast open space.

Dead.

He shook the thought away, focusing on the human girl in his hands. He lifted a plank of wood from the floor, and she immediately ducked down inside the hole, crawling into the tunnel that led to the secret compartment under the stairs. She'd be safe, he told himself repeatedly. She'd be safe and alive.

She'd be okay.

Ciara hid in the secret chamber, playing with the necklace that draped down her neck. It was a locket, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open it. Daddy couldn't even open it. To pass the time, she hummed the tune she remembered Mommy sing to her. It was a simple tune, but Ciara found it beautiful anyway. Just like her Mommy. She wondered what happened to her, she hadn't seen Mommy in months. Whenever she asked Daddy, he would smile, but she could see the hurt in his eyes.

"You'll see her again."

Ciara hadn't seen her for a while, though, so she was curious when 'again' was. How soon? How long would she have to wait? Would Mommy know where she was? Ciara was scared Mommy forgot about her, but that thought quickly vanished when she heard the door open. Her eyelids were heavy, but she forced them open, trying to see through the only crack in the chamber. Daddy had crafted it so it was fireproof, bulletproof, and was hidden so well that Ciara knew she would never be found.

The man stood at the door, pacing back and forth as he waited for the Galra soldiers to arrive. His ears sprang upright at the sound of footsteps, and he quickly dashed to the couch, pulling out a book and stashing both knife and gun under the pillow. The door swung open, and he jumped as if surprised that they arrived. They pointed their guns at him, demanding that he tell them where the girl was.

"I don't know who you're talking about." He lied, trying to hide the fear in his eyes. "I don't have anyone other than myself in this house." Her bedroom was secret, hidden in the basement as to not alert the Galra soldiers. She had nothing, other than a few pairs of clothes and her locket. Ciara was hidden so she would never be found, as long as he would live.

He would destroy an entire planet before anyone laid a hand on her.

"You know quite well where she is! Now tell us where the girl is, and no one will get hurt." The soldier snarled, claw tense on the trigger.

"I told you, I have no other living in this house!" The man yelled, sitting upright.

Ciara could hear lots of yelling, finally ending with a loud pang! Ciara saw her father fall to the floor, his arm covered in blood. She restrained a yelp, spinning the locket like crazy. Daddy was alright, she told herself repeatedly. Daddy was okay. Daddy was okay...

Another loud pang echoed through the house, and a soldier dropped dead to his knees. Ciara caught a small glimpse of her father holding up a gun, his purple finger releasing the trigger. The guards swarmed around him, all of their laser guns aimed directly at him. Ciara choked on her own tears as they shot him, whipped him, stabbed him and beat him till he was covered in blood. He couldn't stand up, he had only managed to take a few of the guards down with the hidden knife.

He coughed up the blood as it poured onto his shirt, permanently staining it. He thrashed everywhere as they whipped him even more, demanding that he tell them her location. He coughed again, his back facing up, cut and beat and broken. "Over... my dead... body..."

The soldier scrunched his nose in disgust, anger surging through him. Ciara could sense his frustration radiating from his body. He raised the gun and aimed it at the defeated Galra's head, finger ready on the trigger. "As you wish," he growled, and pulled the trigger.

Pang!

Ciara let in a gasp, short and pierce, but luckily inaudible for the soldiers. She watched as her father was dragged out the house, the leader barking orders to burn down the house- not to leave any scrap behind.

Ciara knew she had to get out of there, and there were two channels that led out from the hidden room. Part of her told her to stay put- to not risk the chance of being caught. The other part said to run and get away from the danger.

The second part won.

She dashed through the exit chamber, arriving just outside the house. Ciara ran as fast as her legs would take her, running deep into the woods. The branches scraped her skin and the bushes and insects but her legs, but she did not dare turn back or stop. She would keep running. No matter where it lead her.

But soon, the night wrapped the forest in it's black blanket, the clouds hindering the light from the stars and the moon. If she was lucky, she would find small patches of light to follow, but even so, she couldn't see. Everything was hidden, and Ciara found herself running in circles.

She was lost.

Ciara sank to the ground, spinning her locker between her fingers dramatically, her short locks of hair falling in front of her face. Ciara buried herself into her knees, failing to hold back the ugly sobs she had been holding for so long.

What was she supposed to do? Her father was dead, she was lost in pitch black- deep in the woods, hunted down by a group of soldiers who she had no other choice than to assume they wanted her dead.

She felt so alone. Her only family had just been killed right before her eyes, and the only other that she knew was living was somewhere else in the world, which Ciara only guessed were the deep depths of the Earth that no one could reach but her mother.

Ciara sniffed, lifting her head just slightly as a cool wind blew, causing the girl to shiver madly. She stood up, wiping the tears from her green eyes.

'Just like your mother's' Dad would always say.

She rubbed the locket between her thumb one last time, before choosing a direction and running at full speed.

Ciara forced her eyes open, pushing herself to go farther. To run farther. To move faster. But her fragile body only lasted so long, waiting till the thick forest faded out into the empty desert that lie ahead. Plateaus lined the edges of the terrain, thinning a path that Ciara followed as best she could, doubting she would get out of there safely.

But she had no other choice.

But she soon passed out, sleep deprived and starved half to death, she fell to the cold stone ground, her head hitting the rock that jut from the ground, rattling her brain. Ciara's eyes closed instantly, and her vision went black.

"Nnngh…"

Ciara groaned as she opened her eyes, staring at the floor beneath her. She put her hands at her sides and pushed herself up, almost falling over in the process. After a couple failed attempts, she finally hoisted herself into a sitting position.

She looked around, scanning the area for any new objects that hadn't been there earlier. As Ciara stood up, the pain in her back finally made itself noticeable, and she grunted as she tried to force herself through it.

There wasn't a single drop of water anywhere in her line of sight, nor was there any food, and she wasn't going to risk going back into the woods. Ciara looked around, careful to make tiny movements. Her head felt light, and her stomach churned, threatening to throw out the only food that was within her one-mile radius.

Ciara sat down once more, destroyed by the last hours from her encounters. She needed to do something to take her mind off of her father before she broke down again, but she was physically incapable.

Her entire body cried out in pain. Her skull hurt most; the impact from hitting the stone on the ground still lingered near her temple, stinging from the flesh exposure. Ciara touched it gingerly, clenching her jaw when her fingers made contact.

She wished she was still in the field, playing hide and seek with her father, running along the river and swimming in the pond. She already missed running along eight the deer and prowling the perimeter with the wolves. She missed making grass dolls with the long blades she pulled from the soft topsoil.

Tears pricked her eyes once more, but Ciara wiped them away immediately. There was no time for self pity. She had to make a plan. Ciara stood up from the dirt. The sun just starting to peek up from the hilltops.

"I can do this…" She told herself, looking out at the vast open plain. "I can do this…."

Water.

Beautiful, clear, liquid.

Water.

She clicked her tongue as she tried to ignore the churning in her stomach, all in a tight knot and trying to savor every drop of liquid left in her body. Ciara was starving, cold, and thirsty. She staggered along the dust covered ground, only looking at the path ahead.

Ciara had no clue of where she was going, no idea of what she was seeing was real, and no clue as to what she was even thinking. Her brain was mush, and everything hurt. Everything was a blur, and it all felt so surreal.

Her mouth filled with spit, and she held it there, just long enough to wet her mouth, until she swallowed it, and cursed under her breathe for doing so. The sun scorched her back and neck, and it stung from the heat, but Ciara ignored it, still focusing only on the road.

Food…

Water…

Ship…

Ciara stopped and looked ahead of her. There, flying down in front of her, was a ship. It looked like a Garrison ship, and Ciara wondered what one would be doing all the way out here. It looked too fake, the heat waves radiating off of it, and she felt like it was just a dream.

She decided she was hallucinating, so she walked around it, paying it no attention at all. She heard the engine stop and the doors screech open, but she kept walking. She had no idea why. Her feet were swollen and were aching like crazy, her head spun and her stomach was twisted. But she ignored the pain, the urge to stop and turn around, and she kept walking away from the ship.

Suddenly, her legs gave out, and she threw up all over the ground. She heard the crunch of feet coming up beside her, and she tried her best to stand up, but she fell once more. Ciara started to cry, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt so useless and horrible and destroyed, as if there wasn't a single piece of hope left…

"Stand up."

Ciara turned around, rubbing her eyes clean as the figure came into view. Her mind was too fogged to realize she recognized this figure. Same armor, same face, same purple, same gun. His expression was set in a deep frown, but he outstretched his hand, stiff and cold, to the bent girl. She reached for his hand, pulled up immediately, and was turned and pushed inside the ship.

His presence was almost intimidating, his strong posture and silent glare. But Ciara paid no attention to that. She followed his hand and watched as it lingered over the holster, his gun shoved inside. He handed her a small blanket and water, each she took gingerly. She sniffed the water once he walked into the cockpit. Deciding it was safe, Ciara chugged the water down and wrapped herself in the blanket.

The ship was quiet, only the rumbling of the engine and the occasional shift of seat were heard. Ciara leaned her head back against the cold metal wall, the dim purple lighting provided her just enough dark to fall asleep. She ran her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes as she did so.

Just before she was about to drift off, the pilot suddenly spoke up, his voice hard and gruff. "Your father was stupid to let himself die like that, to go through all of the trouble to keep you hidden. You let yourself be found in less than a day. Who would go through such trouble to protect something so stupid?" He spat, a smug smile hinted in his voice. "To be honest, I don't see the purpose in retrieving you. What use do you have?"

Ciara ignored his harsh words, despite the gash they left. She chugged down another drink of water, glaring at nothing in particular. But the man still spoke, "I can't wait to see what Haggar will do to you. Whatever it'll be, I hope it pays for all the damage you're father has done."

Her mind finally clicked. These were the bad guys. This was the man that killed… Ciara's lungs suddenly gave up on her, and her hard glare was replaced with horror. "No…." she whispered, truth finally dawning on her.

The pilot smiled deviously, his fangs showing through his grin. "Death awaits you." Ciara sprung up from her seat, grabbing the door and trying to force it open. The pilot pressed something up front, opening the door and revealing how far away they already were.

More hot tears burned down her cheeks, the door closed in front of her, and she let her head rest against it, hands clenching down at her sides. She was going to die, a worse death than any could imagine, throwing all of her father's hard work in the trash. Ciara screamed, punching the wall as hard as she could. When nothing happened, she sank to the ground, crying giant, pitiful puddles of tears.

This can't be happening… not this quickly…

The pilot smiled smugly once more, amused from her reaction. The ship burst into space, and he immediately put it in warp drive, bringing them to a large, black ship that hung in the middle of space. It's three points at the bottom, rounding into a large deck area, and coming back up into two points. They flew into the main deck, the girl still crying helplessly on the ground.

His face crinkled in disgust, a sour taste left in his mouth at the thought of crying. It was a weakness. It showed vulnerability. She was a very disgrace to the Galra Empire. She didn't even look Galran… and if she was going to die anyway, why couldn't he take the honors and do it for them?

His hand lingered longingly near his gun, but he was wise to choose otherwise. He'd be killed for sure if he murdered Haggar's pitiful prize. Once they landed, he stood up and went to grab the girl, but stopped short at the new sight.

The girl was purple once more, her cat ears pressed firmly against her skull. Claw marks were shown on the wall, and her eyes gleamed a bright yellow. Her short, dark purple hair covered most of her face, but he caught her fangs, and her entire posture seemed to threaten his life.

He kept his hand on the butt of the gun, waiting for a sudden attack. But she showed no signs of fighting, and she stood up, taking in a shaky breathe, then facing the door. He punched in a code, and the doors opened to a black, dimly illuminated room. The purple glow didn't help much with being able to see, but the soldier moved along the halls flawlessly.

Ciara's hands were cuffed, the metal digging deep into her skin. She was pushed forward, and she walked faster with every step. The cells came into view, the guard unlocked one of them and shoved her inside. He closed the cell with the keypad, and walked away.

Ciara knew she was doomed.

What is to happen to Ciara next?

I've been tossing this story everywhere for quite some time, sharing it everywhere, rewriting the entire thing, changing characters... oh the pain! ;) But I must thank Omnitrix12 above all. The suggestions were very helpful- so I thank Omnitrix for showing me new tips and how to take the picture from the best view. Thank you so much!

Anyway, please read, review and fav. Have a great day, and God bless!