Prologue:
A man around sixty years old sat beside his wife. He was reading the newspaper, she was filling out paperwork, her Umbreon that she'd had since her childhood sleeping at her feet. His wife was very important in the Unovian community. He wasn't sure what exactly she did anymore, as she changed jobs in the Unovian government every other week. He found it ridiculous.
It was raining outside, droplets of rain blurring the windows in their large home. Thunder called out in the distance. When a bolt of lightning struck, Umbreon stirred, his eyes opening before quickly closing again.
His wife would also look up at any noise. She was nearly ready to retire and yet she still acted like she was at war.
He shrugged it off. After about forty years of marriage, he was used to this sort of thing. She nearly jumped out of her seat when the doorbell rang. She jumped and glared in the direction of the front door. Umbreon sat up as quickly as an old, arthritic Umbreon could, his lips peeling back into a snarl.
He sighed, "I'll get it."
"Alright." She muttered, her eyes straying back to the paperwork.
Umbreon continued glaring in the door's direction for a few more seconds before relaxing again, his head resting on her foot. He stiffly walked towards the door, nearly jumping when another clap of thunder sounded in the distance. The man opened the door with a long, slow creaking noise. On his porch were two little girls.
One looked to be around six or seven, and the other four or five. In one hand, the older girl had the younger's hand tightly clutched in her own. The other had a letter in a page protector.
"Are you two lost?" He asked, poking his head out the door and looking for a car or Pokémon that could've dropped them off.
Neither spoke. The older girl handed him the page protector.
"Urm, here, come in." He stuttered.
The girls quickly came in, their dripping clothes splashing water all over the stone floor.
"What's going on over there?" She asked grumpily.
"Um, these two kids just showed up."
"What? Kids? Clyde, we had our kid. I'm done with 'em."
Clyde sighed, "just hang on Ebony, please. These poor girls are freezing and wet and came with a letter. Just give me a moment."
"Fine, they better not be staying the night though."
He rolled his eyes and started reading over the letter.
XXX
Father,
I know you and Mom are still angry with me for leaving with Serena. As you know, we left to protect Yveltal and Xerneas from people with selfish ambition like Lysandre.
Well, we've been married for eight years now and we had two daughters. Things are getting dangerous around here and Serena and I have decided that having them move around all the time isn't good for them. We also don't want them to get sucked into this world. It's stressful and dangerous. Now, I know Mom especially won't like this, but I have sent them to live with you.
The oldest is Myranda (however she prefers to be called 'Myra' instead) and she's six. Her birthday is September 28th. The youngest is Celia. She's four. Her birthday is March 14th. Again, I apologize for giving them to you after not telling you that we even had children. Please understand that this is for Myra's and Celia's best interests.
-Calem
XXX
Clyde's heart stopped. He looked back at the two girls. Myra had a rather hostile, almost feral look to her, while Celia just looked sad and scared.
"Are they gone yet?" Ebony asked.
"Eb, they're not leaving."
"What? Why not? We don't have any other kids besides Calem! Why are they still here?" She snapped.
"Ebony-"
"Why are they still here?"
"I'm not sending two little girls into a thunderstorm!" He yelled.
Ebony fell quiet. Clyde looked at the two girls and sighed.
"Here, come upstairs with me. I'll get you two dry." He whispered, leading them down the hall and up the spiral staircase.
Clyde gritted his teeth when he realized that he had no clothes for them. Instead he grabbed two large towels and wrapped each girl in a towel. He didn't feel comfortable taking their clothes off to put in the dryer. Clyde waited for a response, but they stayed quiet.
"You two stay put, okay? I'll be back in a minute or two and get a room ready for you." He then went back downstairs to reason with Ebony.
She was waiting for him. And she was quite the sight. Her hands on her hips, her face wearing an irate look, and her Umbreon giving him a look of disapproval. "Who are they and when are they leaving?"
"If I tell you, you're going to be in the worst mood-"
"Tell me."
Clyde sighed and went back into the mud room to get the letter Calem had sent with Myra and Celia. He handed it off to Ebony, who read it once, then twice, then three times, then a fourth… and a fifth… When she looked up, her face was red.
"Who the hell does Calem think he is? First, he insists that he must go on his journey in Kalos of all regions, then he won't come home and claims it's because he has to 'protect' the legendary Pokémon, when really, he's just run away from home with his girlfriend!" She spat. "And then, he doesn't tell us he's fucking married, and then he doesn't tell us that we're grandparents! I'm done with him. I refuse to be saddled with his kids. It's his fault that he had two kids that he can't take care of."
"Ebony, I know-"
"Don't even try with me right now, Clyde."
"Don't throw them out-"
"Oh, I'm not throwing them out. But I swear to Arceus as soon as Myra gets old enough, I'm buying her a place somewhere out in Unova and she's living on her own with Celia."
Knowing there was no way to change Ebony's mind, Clyde forced a nod.
"Alright." He choked.
"Now, where are they? They may be nuisances but they're still my granddaughters."