A/N: Kiaya: Well, I don't own pokemon. Nope. I'm not claiming it. Oh, and if you're wondering, this isn't really a 'trainer' story. Please read and review, and enjoy!

Destiny: Ruby

It was a rainy, stormy day. The people in Sootopolis knew this because the water in their "bay" was churning, and the sky above them was black. Many days, trainers would surface through the bay to reach the Gym Leader, Wallace- But today, everyone knew there would be none.

Mary, a sensible women in her early forties, found herself out in the bad weather, looking for her husband, Robert.

"Darn him," she muttered, sloshing through the water rising along the bay coast, pulling up her sensible brown dress. "He saw the black clouds this morning. He knew, of course. But no, he has to go out to train in this indecent weather!"

A door nearby opened. "Mrs. Kando!" A little boy called. "What are you doing out in the rain?"

His mother poked her head out of the door too. "Mary! What are you doing out there? It's raining Meowths and Poochyenas!"

"It's Robert. He's somewhere on this island. Have you seen him?"

The little boy, whose name was Lee, thought for a second, wrinkling his nose. "No."

"I think I saw him go over to that piece of ground over the way..." The mother, Marlie, finished, brushing her son away from the door. She looked apologetically at Mary before closing the door, preventing Lee from getting outside.

"Thank you," Mary called, hoping they could hear. Now in even worse spirits, she continued along, trying to avoid the rising water. She needed to get back SOON. They hadn't had a storm this big since long ago.

She groaned as a piece of wood slammed into her ankle, knowing she would have a fresh bruise and a scratch to deal with. Things were already floating around, and she had to dodge them every once in a while. She couldn't stay out much longer. Where was Robert?

Then, in the surf, she saw something strange. What appeared to be a bundle of clothes was floating along, nearing her.

As it got closer, she realized; it was a person. A little girl, to be exact. Her short, pure red hair reached her shoulders, spiky, yet soft. She couldn't be more than 5 or 6.

Mary waded towards her, wondering if the child was alive. She doubted it. The pale complexion on the girl was frighteningly white. When she touched the girl's small arm, she seemed colder than how a girl should be.

She was turning away when she heard a short, high-pitched note. It seemed to pierce through everything. When she looked back at the child, she slowly placed a hand on the girl's neck. A soft, but steady pulse greeted her.

She picked up the child, who was amazingly light, and carried her back towards dry land, where she was greeted by Robert, who happened to have returned.

As she lay the little girl down, she realized the water was beginning to calm. The storm was dying out.

People were beginning to emerge from their houses in the light mist, calling the names of their neighbors.

Mary slowly passed her hand over the girl's mouth- She was breathing. Then, her fawn eyes opened, and she gazed up at Mary.

"Are you all right?" Mary asked, reaching over to help the girl sit up. "What happened to you?"

The girl didn't speak, just looked at them all, dazed.

"What's wrong with her?" Robert asked.

Mary shook her head. "I don't know..." She turned to glare at him. "Reminding me, where WERE you??"

He shrunk back from her angry eyes, then turned to the child.

"Hm... Hey, sweetie. Where's your parents? What town?"

She just shook her head weakly, putting her shaking hands on her knees.

A doctor rushed over. "It must be a state of shock. I'm sure she'll be okay."

Mary, however, looked worriedly at the little girl. "I hope so... I hope so..."

Two years later...

Mary looked over the girl's shoulder. "Oh, that's very nice, dear."

Her neat, sloping handwriting clearly wrote "Diglet" on the paper, and then she drew half an oval and a small mouth and two eyes.

She motioned with the paper, towards Mary.

"It's a wonderful Diglet." She paused. "Have you learned all the letters of the alphabet?"

The girl nodded, slowly.

"Would... Could you write your name, dear? Do you remember it?"

She anxiously watched as the little girl she had adopted as her own, because they couldn't find her parents, the one she had saved in the storm, the one whose name she had not learned yet, thought.

Tapping her marker soundlessly on the paper, she finally wrote a letter. But then she stopped. Finally, she pushed the paper away and started coloring her Diglet. Mary sighed softly, then went away to prepare dinner. Later, she brought in a steaming tray of macaroni and cheese, setting it down in front of the girl. She looked up, surprised.

"What are you drawing now, honey?"

She blinked, and motioned to the paper.

On it, five letters were printed.

Latia.

A/N: Well, does it sound good? Please tell me what you think!