A/N: I really should wait to post more stories until I finish the ones I already have. But I really like this one, and I wanna try it out. Also, the bold, italic, and underlining buttons are gone, so I have to change a lot of the ways I organize the chapters. It's such a pain….
Prologue
Ridley's POV
I am now sixteen years old. Twelve years ago, when I was just four, my parents disappeared. But not just mine. Almost all the adults in my family, besides my grandma and one of my aunts, are gone. Since we were so young we have almost no memories of them. By we, I mean myself (Ridley), my younger brother (Jamie), my younger sister (Cameron), my cousin (Marissa), her younger twin siblings (Skyler and Shawn), my other cousin (Rachel), her brother (Derek), and the only one with no sibling, Jason.
None of us know much about how they disappeared. We used to always ask grandma and Aunt Ella. But they never could tell the whole story without breaking down. After a few years, we learned to leave it be. All we know is that they left to take care of something, and while they were gone World War Three erupted. It raged on for years until the Doomsday Group won and dictated the whole world. My parents never returned, and that stupid Maximum Ride and her gang never showed up to save the world. Some heroes aren't they? I guess they decided they were done trying to save us and hid away to save themselves.
I'm the oldest out of all of us, and Cameron's the youngest. I guess I should count myself as lucky, because I'm the only one with the slightest memory of our parents. Any pictures grandma or Aunt Ella might've had were taken away by the DG for whatever reason. The things that I remember I've drawn countless times and everyone always wants to see them. I remember my mom's pretty brown eyes, that flash of blond whenever Rachel and Derek's mom would run by, their dad's flashy car that he loved, colorful fireworks that one of my uncles and Aunt Ella's husband set off, my dad's rare crooked grin, Jason's mom's resemblance to my mom, except that magenta streak in her hair, that lavender sundress my aunt used to always wear, that head of curly blond hair one of my aunts had, the noticeable scars of my uncle's arms, my aunt's pretty Asian features, and Jason's dad's blue eyes that match the Caribbean sea almost perfectly. It's not a lot, and the drawings are definitely sketchy. But that doesn't stop everyone from always looking at them. They always ask if there's anything else, anything that I couldn't draw. But no matter how hard I try, there's nothing else.
What I didn't know, was that I knew more about them than I thought. All of us did. But it took crossing over to another dimension, a couple breakdowns, some deaths, a few good knocks in the head, kidnappings and torture from the DG, and saving both dimensions to figure it out.
A/N: So that's just a test run to see if there's any interest in it. I might or might not go along with it though. And I don't know if you noticed, but Star and Ratchet are together in this story. I haven't check out the newer MR fanfics, so I don't know who all backs me up on this. But I can totally see it.