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Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I own my OCs, and this story, that's all!

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Prologue

Every story is the same. Every plot the same twists. Every journey the same long roads. Every adventure the same battle versus good and evil, the fight for lives, love, honor, and courage. Every character conquering the same mountains, overcoming the same fears, and discovering the same strength from within.

To every great hero, there is an equal villain. To every great evil, there is stronger good. To every horrid night, there was a brighter tomorrow. To every sinful heart, there is a balance of compassion.

Every past is the same, the same love, the same heartbreak, the same high school, the same gain of power, and loss of family. The same rejection, the same turn from good to evil, or vise-versa. The same affiliations with Global Justice or the World Wide Evil Empire, and the same fueled hatred for another person, a school rival, an old boyfriend, and even a younger sister.

Every story is the same. And to every story, these elements apply.

The story I am about to tell you is all of these things, and many more, many branches of elements that would all but give the plot away.

In this story, there is love, hatred, heartbreak, and happiness.

In this story, there are moments where you will hate one character, then in the next chapter, feel compassion for the same person.

In this story, everyone has something to hide, even when you don't think they won't, and when you think they do, they don't.

In this story, there is magic everywhere, there are powers we have yet to tap into, strange creatures we have yet to meet, and unknown realms just outside our dimension, and connections to it anywhere you look, even in the smallest slice of suburbia.

In this story, there was no real beginning and there is no real end, except for what I tell you, because so many different stories link together to form this one. I believe thoroughly that the one story here though, began long before Earth, or maybe even the universe itself, no one knows for sure, and no one ever will. And its end, at a gravestone.

This is not the beginning of this story, nor is it the end; it is the middle, the very middle of a very large adventure more then a million years in the making. Why start in the middle? Because the beginning is not where the story began for our main hero, her story was much closer to your time, when this battle truly began.

But most important about this story is its six heroes, the six Guardians, all different in age, culture, personality, powers, and yet they learned to work as a team to defeat an ultimate evil. This was more then a usual hero-villain fight though, oh no, this was a war, and wars last long, sometimes too long.

I will begin when the problems first started. That dark and stormy night ten years ago, as so many stories begin with, the night I will never forget…

A young Anne Possible led her daughter though the streets of Middleton. It was late, and both mother and daughter had been out for hours, both were weary after the evening's events. Janice stopped for a moment and breathed in deeply, rubbing a thin hand on her bulging belly. She sighed; she shouldn't be running around, doing all this, as pregnant as she was. Janice recalled what had happened in hours before, but didn't want to. No, it was too painful to remember, her own had ruined too many lives in one night, why? That was the question she couldn't answer.

Kimberly was chilled to the bone and in pain as she clung tightly to her mother's arm. She had the same red hair as her mother, but bright olive eyes instead of blue. Her lip was bleeding; her teeth were crooked from the blow she'd taken. No doubt she would need braces.

A man run to the mother and daughter, he had short, brown hair that was beginning to gray in spots, and dark eyes. He met up with the pair and embraced them tightly.

"Anne, you two are okay," James said, Anne pushed out of the embrace roughly.

"James, we're fine," she said in a mellow tone of voice, "but the others…"

James' face turned serious.

"I made sure everyone got out okay, the only one that suffered injury was Kimmie and Jennifer herself." Anne sighed in relief at this comment.

"Now we can get back to Kimberly's training in peace." her comment made James' face go sour.

"No. You want to put her through the same thing we put Jennifer through." James said in a harsh tone of voice.

"Kimberly won't become her, I'll be sure of that," Anne replied softly.

"And I doubt she'll will be very happy to find out that Kimmie's taken the role she was supposed to have." James spoke like he hadn't heard her.

"That's why she's going to prison, James."

"And she won't get out?" James asked bitterly, she didn't reply. "She'll want revenge and nobody will be there to stop her once she gets us out of the way."

"Kimberly will be there," Janice said, putting an arm around her daughter, "and Ronald, and Marisa, you know, Hector and Rebecca's daughter."

Kimberly felt scared. The thought of facing that girl again sent shivers down her spine. Her father pulled her away from her mother.

"They're not ready," James protested.

"But the prophecy said-" his wife began.

"Anne, enough with the prophecy! They can't do it; she's too powerful!" James said harshly. Kimberly held her hands to her ears in fright.

"But if we just take them to-" she said.

"No," James said. "I'm not going to do it again, not after tonight, Anne."

"But, James, how are we going to explain it to Kimberly when she comes of age?" she asked, her voice becoming more aggressive.

"You know, you sound just like your mother right now!" James had never truly raised his voice at his wife before..

"Oh, really? Well-" her comment was cut short.

"Mommy! Daddy! Stop!"

Both parents broke their angry glares toward each other and looked down at James' leg. Kimberly was clutching it tightly, tears were streaming from her eyes, catching the blood off her lip and dripping it onto her already soaked clothes. Anne pulled her daughter into her arms and cradled her gently. She turned to her husband.

"Look at us, James, we've made it. You're a rocket scientist and I'm a- a brain surgeon with a few family secrets. We weren't ready for all this when we married; we were never prepared for any of it. I mean, when you found about my heritage, you didn't think our marriage would work," she laughed a little, but James' face was still sullen, so she continued talking. "My point is, that if we can get through all that, plus tonight's events unscathed, I think we can make a few more years of Meldoria work, just to get Kimberly the training she needs."

James sneered coldly."Hm, is that all you care about?" he asked. "You know, it doesn't matter how healthy or happy your child is, as long as its got power, you're happy. Well, Janice, be happy, because Jennifer's your perfectly, powerful child who tried to kill us all tonight! You must so proud!"

Her vision blurred. Anne felt her own tears streaming at that point, trying fight off the truth, that this was her fault. She turned to James with a look of hurt and rage.

Kimberly suddenly wiggled from her grasp and ran past them both, smiling. They watched as she rushed over to a young blonde haired boy and hugged him. Two people stood beside the pair, the boy's parents obviously.

The father walked over to the Possibles, and looked at James very seriously. He was a short man, with brown eyes that he hid behind a pair of glasses.

"You told her, then?" he asked. James nodded back at him.

"What are you talking about, Archie?" Anne asked roughly. The man turned to her.

"Anne, as much as it pains me to tell you this, we can't let the kids become exposed to their ancestry any more then they already have been, James, I , and MaryAnn agree on this," Mr. Stoppable said.

She gasped, then glared at James.

"You went behind my back and voted on this?" she hissed. She was angry and exhausted, so James backed away a little. MaryAnn, Archie's wife, walked over to them. Her short blonde hair caressed the rims of her glasses as she spoke.

"Anne, please. We know you've wanted Kimberly to follow in your footsteps since they told you, but after what happened tonight, it just can't be." Mrs. Possible's vision began going blurry once more.

"Now, lets go home," Mrs. Stoppable turned to her son, "Ronnie, come on." she said as she took Ron's hand and led him away.

"Bye," Ron said as he vanished down the street with his parents

"See you tomorrow," Kim called back.

Anne hung her head.

"It's really over, then." she sighed, pushing her hair out of her face. She took Kimberly's hand again as she, her daughter, and her husband headed home after a long night.

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Mrs. Possible shook herself awake and sat up; the faded, old memories vanished from her mind quickly. She shakily took in the sights for a second and was able to deduct that she was back home, in her bedroom, her husband beside her, asleep, no longer angry with her, she was no longer angry with him. But then she had to be sure of something.

Mrs. Possible got up from the bed quietly, grabbed her robe, pulled it on, and crept out the door and into the hallway, she peered into the twins' bedroom; both were asleep in their bunk beds.

She walked a little farther down the hall, turned a corner and made her way up the stairway. Once at the top, she was met with a single door. She opened it quietly, then looked into Kim's room.

The young redhead lay fast asleep like, if not in a deeper sleep then, her brothers, Pandaroo wrapped in her arms. Her friend Monique was curled up in a sleeping bag on the floor, a purple sleeping mask over her eyes. They were supposed to be having a slumber party, but a late mission the night before, and several missions following that, had kept Kim awake for a while, so they'd gone to bed. She worked herself so hard sometimes, balancing school, cheerleading, home, and the save the world hobby in between.

At times, Mrs. Possible really wondered if she should let her daughter push herself this way, the way she, Janice Possible, used to push herself. Working harder and harder each day, because you're expected of it, because you're expected to be the best. Kim didn't know it, but she was more like her mother then ever these days. The only difference, she was doing this as a hobby, the hero stuff that is, and not as a forced birthright.

Now that she knew the kids were okay, Mrs. Possible tiptoed back into her bedroom and curled under the covers. It had only been a nightmare. Just a nightmare, she repeated under her breath. If only. Those memories were real. The unfortunate past of ten years ago. James almost never trusted her after that. But they'd been such a young couple then, married right out of high school, later learning that what makes a strong marriage is the trials we go through and survive together. She then realized just how long it'd been since those nightmares had haunted her. The last time she'd dreamed about that night…

Anne quickly got up again and rushed over to her vanity, pulled open a drawer, and began digging through old clothes frantically. She reached the bottom and a bright golden light beamed out, spreading into the whole room, causing Mr. Possible to stir in his sleep. Anne grabbed something from the drawer and the light went out, both her hands were closed over it as she pulled it out and held it over her folded legs. She looked at her husband, then the bedroom door she'd left ajar, then at her hands.

She opened them, the light glistened again, but only brightened on her face, its familiar gold glow reflected on her blue eyes. She recognized its warmth and beauty. The glowing sphere floated innocently, magically, over the palm of her hand. Anne watched as the little ball began to change shape, a small bump appeared on its right side, pointing down the hallway like a compass. The bump turned into a spike, and she watched as a faint glow shivered out of the point and snaked its way out the bedroom door.

Glowing ball still in her hand, she closed her fingers over it, stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it several inches come its former position. The golden glow flew across the dark hallway, slithering past the twins' room and swerving around the hallway, and up the stairwell. It was headed for the attic.

Anne was not surprised, but had hoped it would never come to this. Please don't let it come to this. She hurried back down the hallway and raced up the stairs, never minding if anyone heard her. She reached the top of the stairs and peered into Kim's room once again. Kim was still sleeping soundly, but one difference; the gold glow was surrounding her body as she turned over drowsily.

Anne watched her with a sullen face, then opened her palm, revealing the sphere, it had a second point coming in on the left side as the glow returned and the sphere shown even brighter then ever.

"So it's time then," she muttered to it. There was no reply. Anne closed her hand on the sphere.

Secrets are kept, yes. But how long would it be before the truth came out? How long before Anne Possible would reveal her secret to her daughter? And how long would it take a certain villainess to break out of prison and concoct a revenge scheme?

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Yep, this is the re-cut of this story; I figure third times the charm. Sorry if this wasn't as good as it could have been, but it's just the prologue. This rendition will have a lot more detail, a lot less lyrics, and make a whole lot more sense. I'll also be cutting unnecessary stuff, and really be doing some heavy duty editing. Add some more explanation on Scarlet, some more flashbacks, and some more Team Possible and Shego scenes, you get the picture. Hopefully this prologue sounds better then the first, and I also put Pandaroo and Monique in for good measure. So what's the deal with the glowing ball, you ask? That will be answered in due time. Well, this should be interesting to rewrite completely, so wish me luck!

Btw, thanks for reviews from Ace Ian Combat, Longsworder, Darth Comrade, Arya SliverFlame, and RebelAtWork, who read and reviewed the first renditions of this.

If anyone didn't recognize it, I kinda sorta barrowed the whole Guardian thing from W.I.T.C.H., and there are a couple more elements I barrowed from the show, especially when it comes to the Guardian's powers and the name Meldoria. (i.e, the mystical city in the show is Meridian.)

Later days and please review!