'lo peeps! I've decided to post a new story, and this will be the prologue - obviously. The topic isn't Warriors, but something I don't usually write about. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story... feedback and flames are welcome!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon

~ Passionatekit

The sky seemed to be nothing more than a deary ocean of dark-gray and a occasional spot of black, devoid of its usually crisp blue. Dark-gray clouds drifted slowly and menacingly across ocean of gray - resembling a hungry shark swimming in search of fish. The residents of Cherrygrove City hurried to their houses or ideal places of shelter to the upcoming storm. Everything seemed dark and unpredictable, even the usually serene cherry trees which lined the path to the route which led to New Bark Town. The tree's leaves fanned out; protecting themselves from the threat of lightning or thunder, their bark hard and cold as the wind beat against it. A small, lone figure sat at the base of one of the cherry trees, lost in thought.

The figure was a young girl of the age of five, unusually pretty with long, silver-blue hair which reached to her shoulders and soft acorn brown eyes. She wore a backwards white baseball cap, which hid her bangs, on her small head and around her neck was a green-and-white beaded necklace. Her t-shirt was blue-gray with a dancing Togepi on with the words 'Live it and learn it' in light yellow writing. Hugging her hips was a pair of inky-blue jeans while her feet was adorned with a pair of white nike. Her back was leaning against the hard bark; but she seemed oblivious to the coldness of the wood and the wind which teased her hair. Instead, a tiny smile was gracing her features.

"The wind howls like a Houndour," she sang, twisting a strand of tousled hair around her slim finger, "the rain represents the tears of the lost." As she finished the popular line, her eyes lazily flitted open. Her smile widened, and she leaned back - bringing her knees to her chest. Her head tilted up sky, her slitted eyes scanning the sky, widening as a white streak appeared in the sky, fading as quickly as it came. A frown replaced the cat-like smile, and she twitched in discomfort. Lightning, she cursed, father will not be pleased. Standing up, she dusted the fragments of dirt off her jeans and hurried to the street in front of her.

The long winding path was slightly annoying to the girl, but she still sprinted across the narrow street, turning sharply at the corners without breaking her stride. The pound of her feet hitting her ground stopped abruptly at a modern household with two Cyndaquil engraved on the pale-blue door. In white letters the word 'Carraisa' was engraved on a single royal blue panel. The roof of the house was a royal blue, complimenting the white brick walls which the elegant yet sturdy house was supported by. The wrap-a-around-porch was made from a appealing dark shade of wood. On the porch, a small glass coffee table with three light blue chairs surrounding it was placed in a corner. A small cluster of potted plants was in the other corner, while the middle had a velvet red welcome rug.

Before the girl had the time to knock, the door swung open - revealing a angry man. A vein throbbed his temple and his face turned a slight shade of purple as his dark-blue eyes settled on the girl. His button-down shirt and jeans were slightly rumpled from pacing, and completing his angry expression was his lips set into a straight, thin line. The girl felt fear course through her as the man parted his lips to speak.

"Where have you been?" He managed, trying to control himself.

The girl shifted uneasily, but a small bolt of anger took control of her words. "By the cherry trees." She smirked, inwardly scolding herself as she spoke the sworn word. As this the man's eyes widened, but his eyes were faintly triumphant as he registered her words.

The man turned around, signaling for the girl to come inside. A smirk appeared on his face as he shouted his wife's name. "Jeanne, we have to discuss something about this girl." He spat the word 'girl', but she paid no attention, instead listening for her mother's cherished voice - one which was soft, sweet, kind and gentle. The very essence of soothing and calmness.

"Micheal, why do you wish to talk about Se–" the soft voice which floated down the white staircase was cut off by a the slam of a door. In a few minutes, a lady with long silvery-blue hair tied in a bun appeared. Her face had a small smile resting on it, and dress she wore was beautiful - a smoky blue garment with a lacy hem. The sleeves were tight and complimented the dress, and the small white dress shoes she wore were far too small yet the smile which embraced her lips was genuine.

"Mama," the girl cried out, dodging her father and flinging herself upon her mother.

Jeanne smiled, holding her daughter at arm's length before replying to her call. "Be careful little mija, this dress is new." The girl nodded as she stepped back, slightly subdued. After smiling gently at her daughter, Jeanne turned to her husband; a questioning frown replacing the smile.

In response to the frown, Micheal gestured to the sofa and began to speak as his wife seated herself while the girl glared mutinously at him, chewing her delicate bottom lip in alarm. "My step-daughter as broken the rule once again - you know the penalty. We avoided this far too long, she's grown into rebel and is incurable. We must send her to him."

Jeanne paled, tugging a loose strand of hair from her bun. "We have discussed this already; my mija is a little independent but otherwise she is a good, bright child. She will prove to be a asset to your Clan," the pace of her words quickened in desperation.

"Yes but she is turning to be too rebellious. You know me and my Clan, we like being obeyed. I will make the necessary arrangements for transport, and you will help her pack. By tomorrow everything will be arranged." Micheal slipped a phone out of his pocket, and snapped it open while walking out of the door.

The girl simply stood, her eyes pale with worry. A single tear traced her way down her cheek as thoughts flew through her mind; where am I going? What did I do? Who is he? As the last thought entered her mind, the tear slipping down her face fell to the ground.