Don't say anything about my English, because i know, it's really bad. I'm trying to get better in it. But i just can't remember how to typ English, when i'm writing a story. Just those DAMN nerves!

I'm a huge Skyland fan so i decided to write my version of Skyland.

It's about the kids their younger years, when no-one is dead... Yet.

Summary:

'No, mommy!' Dahlia yelled. Her frighted little face was broken, a three year old girl, standing in the blinding sunlight, that just saw her parents die. Was this how life for her was meant to be? Was this right?

'Congratulations, you have a beautiful baby girl!' the docter said with a grin on his face. It was early december, it was snowing, what was very rare for the New York blocs. 'You did it excellent honey, i'm so proud of you.' Gerald kissed the women on her head, she was exhausted. After ten hours of pushing and puffing she could finally held her little daughter, her little flower. 'Dahlia' she breathed 'Dahlia, is the perfect name for her.' 'Then Dahlia it is.' Gerald said proudly.

The little baby didn't knew from the violance in this world, didn't knew that she was going to lose her parents in only three years time. The little girl just laughed and gasped at her parents and docters how they were staring at her, like she was some trophey.

Just a year after she was born, it was februari and she just celebrated her first birthday, the sphere came to their house. 'Leave our child alone!' The mother yelled. 'We want your saijin powers.' The man in white said. 'Victoria, take Dahlia and run!' Gerald yelled. When the brigade was just about to shoot, a ship came around the clouds and it was making high speed. The sign said it was the Callisto, and just behind it was the Saint Nazaire. But somehow the Saint Nazair was faster and managed it to reach the house earlier.

Two red headed men came in with huge wapons. 'Want to get it bloody for a baby her eyes, Emair?' One of the men said. 'There comes the hero, Cortes, he saves poor saijins their day. Jippie!' Emair said on a sarcastic tone. 'Always wants to be the sarcastic one, give up, you won't win, neither your son wil.' Said the other red haired man. 'Well well, why don't you join us, we would save you.' Said Emair. in the time the men were talking, the parents escaped with their baby. An old man called Vector helped them and the Saint Nazair was about to go.

'Thanks for the distraction!' Cortes said and he ran away with the other man that was with him.

'Damn, you fools!' Emair yelled at the brigade as he broke the handmade rockin' chair.

I'm sorry, it's a little short but i need some sleep. Hope you like it! Please Review with some ideas and maybe some tips about my English, so i can correct them.

P.s: I always write with to 'g''s. Like; Hugg and Lagg