Hey guys! Well, here it is. For everyone new, this story is a remake of my story An Eternal Legato. When you read this, it may or may not still be there. I really haven't decided whether I'm going to delete it or not. The reason I shut down the original was due to lack of structure and quality. Let's hope that doesn't happen again. Especially since it's been two years since I stated the original.

For anyone who's read the original, though, here's AEL's remake, as promised. There's going to be some things changed of course. Some things will be changed around and different people will meet at different times.

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"Everything's gone..."

My hope. My life. My sanity.

"Even my home..."

I looked at the burnt house with tears streaming down my eyes, though you couldn't tell due to the pouring rain.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed two tombstones. I slowly made my way to them, my heart sinking as I made out what was inscribed on them. Both of my parents had died in the fire that destroyed the house I grew up in.

Memories started flooding through me. The same ones that helped me keep my sanity for two years.

Two years ago, when I was fourteen, I decided I was going to be a Pokémon Trainer. Although my parents were against the idea at first, my brother was eventually able to convince them to let me go.

"Hey! Miss!" a voice shouted from behind me. I snapped around and saw an intimidating man walking towards me. I could barely make out anything with the lighting and the rain, but him just being there...walking towards me...it frightened me. Instinctively , I muttered a curse to myself and started running in the opposite direction, straight into the woods.

"Hey!" he shouted again. "There's wild Pokémon out there!"

Even though I could hear a bit of concern in his voice, I kept running. After a few minutes, I slowed down a bit. I knew he had stopped chasing me.

I paused for a moment, trying to catch my breath while leaning on a tree. What happened to me? I used to be caring, giving, and out-going. Now, I was hateful, selfish, and scared... although, after what I'd been through, I couldn't think of anybody who wouldn't have changed.

Back then, my brother was a high-class Trainer, known for clearing five of Sinnoh's gyms in only two months before taking a break in Hearthome City. He had stopped by for a visit around the time I wanted to become a Trainer. After convincing my parents to let me become a Trainer, he gave me an Eevee and told me to meet him in Jubilife City. It was one of the happiest moments of my life, yet one of my saddest as I walked away from Twinleaf Town, not only independent, but also a Pokémon Trainer.

"Where should I go now...?" I wondered softly aloud. My parents and my home were gone, and I had no idea where my brother was. After three months out in the wild wandering around Hoenn looking for a way to reach Sinnoh, you would think I had a backup plan if home wasn't an option.

"Maybe I should go to Sandgem Town," I whispered, pushing myself off of the tree. I didn't even get to walk two feet before I started to hear a bird flapping its wings in the air.

"Starly!" the Route 201 native cried as it began a nosedive straight for me. The tiny gray-colored bird didn't hesitate in it's attack, making it's best effort to make me leave its territory.

"Please go away...I've hurt too many of you guys and I've only been in Sinnoh for two days..." I muttered, knowing the Starly could still hear me. When it didn't relent from its dive, I decided that it probably didn't care for my warning.

Without hesitation, a bright light started emitting from my body, akin to a Pokémon evolving. What words didn't convey, wonders did, as the Starly stopped its dive just above the tree line. The poor bird must have been confused as the light started getting smaller, finally disappearing into the clothes I'd been wearing. Curious, the Starly stood its ground, deciding to get closer and examine the collapsed bundle of clothing.

"Take this!" I shouted, although to a normal human it would've sounded like the name of the Pokémon I'd just transformed into. Without a second thought, I emerged from the pile of clothes as Shinx. . Before the Starly had time to comprehend the blur of black and blue fur charging it, I had bitten its neck and released a bolt of electricity out of my body. I gently released the now-unconscious Starly from my mouth, before scurrying back to my clothes. I sighed as I reverted back to my human form, putting my clothes back on before anybody noticed. I already distrusted people. I didn't need people using me or thinking I was a freak as well.

"This is disgusting..." I sighed as I noticed my clothes weren't only wet, but also muddy.

Ironically, just as I finished that thought, the heavy rain began to subside. Still, just because the rain had stopped didn't make my clothes any dryer.

"I should probably wash these clothes on Sandgem's beach..." I said as I continued east. With all of the traveling I'd been doing over the last few months, there was no way I'd lose my sense of direction after a fight. At the very least, I'd run into the ocean and could walk up the coast to Sandgem.

"...sure there was a girl running this way, David?" a woman's voice came out from behind just as I started walking. That was another one of my abilities. All five of my senses were enhanced due to the Pokémon DNA in me.

"Yeah, she was in front of the Rivera's old home," a male voice, the same one calling for me in Twinleaf, responded. "She was drenched. Didn't even have a jacket. Just a worn down black and white shirt with blue jeans."

"So why are we out here looking for her?" the woman said. The faint sound of twigs cracking made my heart pound harder.

"Well, Sarah," David started, "She didn't have any Poké Balls on her from what I saw. I'm worried."

The two continued to talk while I broke into a sprint, heading east. I didn't care what their intentions were. No one could be trusted.

Just thinking about people in general made me remember what happened all of those years ago. After I stopped by Sandgem as a fourteen year-old, I headed to Jubilife. I expected to be enthralled by it's grandeur, something I never really saw much of in my quaint life in Twinleaf and Sandgem. Instead, my life made an abrupt, horrendous turn.

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"Let me go!" I shouted, kicking and screaming as hard as I could.

"Would you just shut the hell up?" the guy holding me said calmly as he punched me in the stomach. I weakly looked up to the man. I'd seen the type of clothes the man wore from the news before. He was from the organization Team Galactic, allegedly dedicated to studying energy, though many critics were skeptical. Well, they developed one more critic for sure.

"Hurry up and tie her up before she starts yelping again," he said to his partner, a girl wearing the same kind of wig and uniform. The only way to really tell them apart was by their figure.

"Someone help!" I shouted again. It was useless. Jubilife was just too noisy for anyone to hear a girl being assaulted in an alleyway.

"Hey, girl," the other woman said to me softly, leaning down to my small 5'1" stature and pulling my chin. She unexpectedly kneed me in the stomach. "He said shut up."

I could do nothing but gasp for air at that point. The knee to my gut literally knocked the wind out of me. Just as I started to breath heavier, the woman placed a damp rag over my mouth and nose.

"Sleep Powder?" I asked as soon as the rag was taken off, starting to lose consciousness.

I was let go, hitting the cold cement ground. I couldn't feel it, though. I couldn't hear as I looked up and saw both grunts talking. Soon, I couldn't see, as I'd fallen asleep.

I wish I'd stayed unconscious.

"...should be waking up soon." I slowly opened my eyes, looking for the voice I heard and forcefully shut them as they were greeted by a binding light. I looked to the side to see the room's actual color, a dull gray. I looked up again to the light, letting my eyes adjust. It was like the light at a dentist's office. After getting a feel of the surrounding, I tried to move.

Panic ensued. I was strapped to some kind of examination table. I screamed for help, but no one except a man with neat and short black hair in a white lab coat was in the room. His clothing reminded me to check what I was wearing. I'm sure if I could see myself I was blushing. I only had some underwear on, and it wasn't the set I had been wearing walking through Jubilife.

"Ah...she's awake. I'll begin the procedure immediately, Master Cyrus," the man said, putting the phone he was just talking into down on the nearby tray. The same tray had all sorts of knifes, scalpels, and other medical equipment. A single glance made me shudder. Knifes usually didn't scare me, yet put together with the "something really bad is going to happen" atmosphere and you had a very scared fourteen-year old.

"I'm going to enjoy this. You have the honor of becoming Team Galactic's greatest weapon, child," he said as he picked up a syringe filled with a green liquid. Scared to death as I was, the anesthesia brought a little comfort.

"I bet you think this is anesthesia or something," the man said as he got closer, flicking the needle for nothing but intimidation. I meekly nodded, fear building from what he was inferring. "It's not. It's actually a fluid that increases pain. I'd rather see exactly where the pain in this procedure is going to be. Of course, I suppose I'll need another apparatus to measure location..."

At that, I started screaming again. Various cries of "Who are you!" and "What are you going to do with me!" The man simply smirked and moved to grab some needle ended wires.

"What do you mean I'm going to be a weapon!" I shouted, just before he was about to insert the first needle into my right shoulder. He slightly opened his mouth, about to answer, but gave that chilling smirk again. He proceeded to jab the needle into my shoulder.

And again with my left shoulder. My legs. My sides. Even one into my neck. Each insertion earned a new blood-curling scream. Just when I though he was finished, he pulled out a small surgeon's drill.

"Did I mention the drug that increases pain also prevents the patient from fainting?"

The next hour involved nothing but torture. I can't remember much of it, the searing pain blocked out any form of normal thinking. I couldn't even tell what the man was doing. The part I remembered the most, however, was when he pulled out one certain syringe.

"Well, here's a decade worth of research," he whispered to himself. He inserted the syringe into an open cut he made. The pain was enormous. Not just because of the open wound insertion, though. Everything in my body at once started to erupt in a fiery pain. Every muscle felt like it was have a spasm, my body wouldn't stop shaking, and other actions I couldn't even explain were happening.

Then he did it again. And again. For every cut he made everywhere on my body, he inserted a new shot.

The pain never went away. So much pain, that I could barely hear the next sentence.

"When you wake up, you'll never be the same."

He jammed a final syringe into my arm, the pain so intense it knocked me out almost instantly.

He was right. When I woke up, I felt... different. I saw no hands. Only the paws of an Eevee.

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There we go. So, if you didn't notice I did change a few things. Nothing major (I think). Some events will be moved around, obviously. Review if you have any suggestions, ideas, or comments!