This chapter seriously needed to be edited, so here's the remastered version.

Oh glorious sun, arise to yet another day to the world. Let your glow fill me in its radiance, and soon the whole region with it.

What am I saying to myself? I felt a little theatrical this morning, but the dang sun? It's just the sun, a flaming orb in the sky; that gives life to this world. Still doesn't mean I should worship it. I woke up right after it rose from the east - first filling Oldale Town - reaching my den minutes after.

When the sun found it's way to my den, I crawled out from the leafy bushes, and sat Indian style a good fifty feet away from the entrance; enjoying the heat on my white skin. I had my fill of sunbathing for the morning, and proceeded to wash myself.

A clear pond near my den provided the best place to wash, and serve as a makeshift mirror. The cold water washed over my face, forcing me to close my eyes. The refreshing stream replacing the grime of yesterday's activites with a divine feel of cleanliness and purity.

After cleansing the rest of my body, I rounded my way back; my gown swishing gently as I twirled around.

I parted the bushes with my psychic power to access my den; or at this point I would be better off saying our den. Two young Ralts lied under a small blanket of leaves and twigs near from where I slept normally.

Both of them, my children. Gave birth them about two or three years ago; I lost count of how many. A son and daughter, both twins. Pretty much the only reason I still walk proud on this forsaken earth.

I sat down inches away from their slumbering forms. A few minutes passed, they both started to stir, and soon they both woke up. My daughter rose first, yawning excessively loud, despite being a child. She rubbed her eyes, blinking twice, and then stared at her brother. He stretched out, and they both looked up to me with two pairs of adorable red eyes.

They both smiled brightly and proclaimed: "Good morning Mommy!"

Their cheerful attitude cast over me like a Patronus Charm. Moments like this gave me true happiness, and determination.

My children scooted over to the spot where I kept our berries. I pulled a pair of large, juicy Oran berries. I fed them the berries for breakfast; both of them seemingly ravenous this morning, eating the berries under a minute flat.

I pondered over our choice of activity for the day. I taught them most of the things they needed to know. My daughter excelled in her psychic aura control. She lately had been able to heal my son after he tripped, and busted his mouth open.

In contrast, my son liked to pick fights with his sister. They got into a Confusion fight some time ago, which I broke up quickly, but the boy stood proud, whereas his poor sister felt tipsy from the repeated Confusions.

My daughter broke me from activity thinking: "Mommy, could we go out and look for berries?"

The berry stash dried up when I gave them the last two Oran berries; a decent food for thought. Heh. Terrible pun.

I smiled, "Sure kids, do you want to go right now? I'll help you pick out the best ones."

Her smile withdrew, "Actually I was thinking that just me and Brother could go by ourselves."

She let that sink in before I yelled at them. "What!? Are you insane!? There's gotta be so many Wurmples and Poochyenas out there that you both could never handle them!"

My son whined, "Mom, let loose; we can handle them. I picked up a nifty trick recently."

He cleared his throat, cracked his tiny knuckles, and closed his eyes tightly. A second later, a clone appeared to his left and right, respectively. Not exactly a flesh clone, but rather a shadow clone. He learned Double Team, and I didn't even know.

He wheezed, and plopped on his butt after making six Double Team clones.

I shook my head in disagreement. "Son, that is a nice trick to help you, but I just don't see you and your sister getting away just on some tomfoolery illusions."

I sighed, "You kids just aren't going to give up on this, are you?"

They shook their heads.

"Well, I guess you could-"

They screamed in childish delight.

"On one condition! Bring back something edible, and don't be out before the sun goes down."

They both nodded to me in agreement. My daughter placed her hand on my gown. "Mommy, you go ahead and get some rest, we promise to be back by that time." She let go of it, and gathered her brother.

Without a care in the world, they stepped out towards the big wide world. I parted the bushes to make their dramatic exit easier. I mouthed the words "be safe" as I closed the bushes.

Loneliness was the only feeling I registered. I hadn't felt that feeling since...that one time in my life I don't want to remember. So long ago, and now it came back to haunt me.

Shaking the ghastly memories out, I plopped down right in front of my sleeping spot, convincing myself that I needed some hard earned rest. However I couldn't convince myself to sleep yet; on the other hand, a sound soul is of sound mind and body.

I laid on my back once again. Despite the protest from my mind, my body got what it wanted. I then drifted into a painfully slow slumber.

An image called to me through my dreams. I felt myself unconciously "swimming" towards it. A young girl crying in an unknown emotion. Grief? Despair? Disappointment, perhaps? I didn't know, but let alone, I the image seemed to loop. A young girl, sitting on a rock, bawling to the point she had no tears left to shed.

I snapped back awake once more. Curious to see the time of day, I decided to take a peek outside. When I peeked outside, the sun was now in the west, and a deep orange, instead of bright white-yellow.

I sat at the entrance of our home and bid my time. Minutes passed by; no familiar sounds, except my light, anxious breathing, and the occassional howl from a Pokemon somewhere far off. I tried to scan the air for their aura; not a trace of it in the air. Either they got into a confrontation, or masked their aura from any other sensitive Pokemon; another fine trick I taught them when journeying.

I didn't wait any longer, I ventured out for them, but with no avail. I searched for them long after the sun set; requiring my Flash to light up the dark world around me. I went towards Oldale Town, however I turned back, because my kids knew well not to interact with humans; for the risk of being captured. The opposite direction yielded no results as well. I stopped at Petalburg Woods for the same reason as Oldale Town, and went back to the den.

I decided to stop for now, because I couldn't venture into Oldale, because the town was home to a large handful of PokeManiacs. They would give a limb for a Pokemon like me, and I didn't want to get captured.

Venturing my way back to the den, I silently prayed to the Creator that my children were safe, but I just couldn't risk myself for my children, when I would most likely get captured. I trusted their instinct of safety, and waited for a good long while.

Some time passed - probably an hour or so - and I noticed a faint white glow in the bushes, a few feet away from me. It made no sound, except for crunching leaves under the probable feet, giving away the fact a living thing was eminating the light.

I readied myself, however small hushed voices prevented me from blasting the bushes into oblivion.

One voice I recognized as my daughter's, but the other sounded so familiar, but I swore it was a completely different creature.

My daughter fell with a face plant on the leaves, and I looked at her face. More anxious than any other emotion surging in her mind.

"Well, did you get some berries? I am just waiting to see what you both managed to haul in."

She looked up at me. I could sense those adorable red eyes struggling to find the words. "Mommy…Something strange happened while we were looking for berries. Brother changed quite a bit out there."

"What do you mean-" I was cut short by my son hopping into our vicinity; I stood gaping at his appearance. He looked a little taller, his gown was replaced by a tutu sort of skirt, he also had shoulder-length green hair, and two horn-like appendages protruded from the top of his head.

He had evolved into a Kirlia.

He stated, "Hey Mom. I know this is kinda strange. But I can explain what happened out there."

I wanted to pick him up and strangle him for battling abruptly, but I fought my animalistic urges, and took a deep breath to hear his explanation; "So explain what happened out there."

"Let's just say that when we were searching for berries, we got swarmed by a bunch of Dustox. They tried to snatch our berries, but me and Sister took care of them, and before you know it, I evolved. I think I gave more fight than Sister did though. Also, we uh... kind of ...dropped the berries when we tried to flee from them at first."

"Wait, you did what?!"

"Yeah, we fought some Dustox, but they were no problem for us."

I do not know why the parent part of me did not take over and scream in rage, yet I somehow screwed up my face that seemed to frighten them.

The surprises didn't end there. Serenity then lifted up her little gown and pulled out a small, blue, shining stone, and then said; "Also Mommy, we found this weird stone on the Route. Big Brother was reacting to it when I picked it up, but it is worth taking a look at."

Great, my children didn't bring back any berries, plus they had some worthless stone that my son harped over. "Let me see it."

She handed over the stone, and I progressed examining it. I flipped it over and over again in my fingers, occasionally eyeing it like an appraiser. I could feel my son's aura really reacting to the stone. Other than being shiny and pale blue, it did not seem to have any difference compared to a normal rock.

I gave it one more twirl to examine some light bursting from the bottom of it. It glowed with an intensity rivaling the break of dawn.

I then felt it slip in my grip. I struggled to keep it in my hands, and eventually it slipped out of my hands and landed with a thud right in front of my son.

He tantalizingly picked it up, and gazed hard into the light of the stone.

A raptured look twisted upon his face, as he dropped the stone and became enveloped in another harsh light. It almost blinded me and my daughter, and he started changing shape once more.

It must have been an evolutionary stone!

The harsh light ceased, and I examined his new unknown form. He was a little taller than me, the tutu gone,replaced by two slender green legs. The hair was now shorter, and partially draped over one eye. He had a large light blue mohawk protruding from his head. The most notable feature was his two long arms, that had two blades jutting out like swords.

He took a step, and embraced me now. "Mother I am sorry to have picked up that stone." He had also seemed to have gained a heavy amount of maturity, in addition to his appearance.

I now realized that for the life of me I had no clue what species he was now. I had never encountered someone like him before.

My daughter asked: "Well Mommy, what is Bigger Brother now?"

Some amount of snarkiness came over me, and then I said, "Well to me, he is Paladus."

I stopped dead in my tracks at that sentence, almost reiterating the sentence to myself. I fell to my knees, and then started to weep. That, I knew was a nickname, and Pokemon did not give other Pokemon nicknames.

I immediately ran from the bushes of our home; too ashamed to face my own children about the past. They couldn't know about my past, and the harrowing details I wish not to recall.

I sat bawling uncontrollably, and immediately stopped when I felt a strong, gentle arm on my shoulder. I turned my head to see my son staring at me with a look of curiosity and puzzlement, and my daughter right next to him.

He sat down right next to me - his sister following suit - and asked; "Mother, can you please explain why you acted out like that?"

I brushed the tears away from my face and started to recollect the one part of my life I never wanted to tell them about.

A long time ago in my childhood, I used to be owned by a trainer nicknamed Star (since I never knew her real name). She was very nice to us, but I despised her so. She gave me a nickname, she took me on her journey. She seemed very happy with all of her party, but I did not appreciate her, and she nicknamed me the most horrible name at the time: Lunia.

One day when we were just getting ready to battle for her fourth Gym Badge, she caught a Swablu. She nicknamed it Cloud. I do not know why, as all of us had nicknames in other languages.

We settled down, and she sent me out to battle a bunch of local Zubats. I got battered terribly in those battles.

She took me to a Pokemon Center to heal my wounds, but I knew she was just going to put me out into battle anyways.

When she took me out to battle the local Zubats once more, I refused to do so. She kept begging me to help her. "Lunia, please do this for me."

I refused because I had grown to resent her. Anyways, she reluctantly gave up on me fighting the Zubats.

When lunch came around, her other Pokemon came around.

Marshtomp, her first Pokemon, was always her favorite, and went first as usual. Then Cloud. Soon the rest of the party followed. Aron, Gyarados, Mightyena, and at the very last, me.

She had a cheerful look on her face that just disgusted me. She handed me some food, and then dropped it on me. Whatever in my nerves snapped, I'll never know, but I pointed a Confusion straight at her, and she fell off the rock she was perched upon.

That face was quickly replaced by a grieving one. "Lunia why did you do that?"

I did not answer her: fuming from the attack I gave her.

She then ran off towards the Fire Cave crying all she could muster.

Her Marshtomp placed his fin-arm on my shoulder, seething in a silent rage. He tried to keep a calm demeanor: "Get Star back for us."

"And why should I? She took us as slaves for her own perseverance, and hasn't repaid us at all."

Mightyena scoffed, "Yeah, and you are angry because you just haven't evolved yet, and you just don't wanna take any sort of beating from any wild Pokemon."

True statement, but I didn't want to look like a fool in front of them.

I trekked a path towards the Fire Cave, and then found myself walking in the entrance. I used my psychic powers to try and find Star. Pretty easy to do since I was the Feeling Pokemon.

After some time, I heard a familiar crying coming from a rock. I used Flash and lit up the dark cave. On the rock, Star sat, her weeping dying down. She soon stopped and asked me a crucial question.

"Lunia, are you really happy with our travels?"

I did not answer her, and looked down to avoid her gaze.

"Do you know why I nicknamed you? When I first saw you, you looked like a child straight down from the heavens. You are the first Pokemon I ever caught in the wild, and I don't want you to go."

My rage was still implanted in my mind. I motioned towards her, and she picked me up. I took advantage of the situation, and used Flash again; blinding her in a bright light that illuminated the cave.

This time she shrieked in pain. Her glowing red face indicated the anger she held towards me.

She sighed "Well, are you sure that you want to do this?"

She reached into her bag and pulled out my Pokeball. I felt I knew what she was going to do to that ball. Not even a squeak emitted from me; my breathing stopped and heart as well, in anticipation for her to get it over with.

"Well, Lunia, or should I say Ralts, I hope you live a good life without me."

She grabbed my Pokeball, stood up, then brought up my Ball above her head. She drove the Pokeball down, and smashed it to pieces. I had freedom for the first time of my life.

Star cried, and ran out of the Fire Cave heading north, and I went south. Life without her pestering will rock wouldn't it?

Later as the years went on, I heard the Pokemon speak of a trainer who became the Champion, and stopped Team Magma, and their plight to bring down all of Hoenn, with the almighty Groudon. It was a girl with a Swampert, Altaria, Mightyena, Aggron, Gyarados, and a Dusclops.

A Dusclops had replaced me! I never should have attacked her in the first place.

I never felt stupid until monthes later, living out of Rustboro City. I had no family, friends, and dumpster-dived for food like a stray Mightyena. I evolved, grew stronger, and rarely talked to humans after that. My own punishment for abandoning the girl who tried to give me a happy life, and a free ride towards fame.

I later heard the Pokedex entry for a Gardevoir. Number 282, Psychic-type, and I'll forever be haunted by one excerpt in the Dex: this Pokemon will try to protect its trainer, even at the cost of its own life.

I wasn't a guardian to my trainer; I was a traitor. Guilty of cowardice and selfishness.

My son then socked me with a statement: "Mother. I believe that I am happy with my nickname as Paladus!"

Pokemon in the wild depised nicknames among one another, and maybe my little Paladus was actually happy.

"Mommy, I want a nickname too, just like Paladus."

Even she wanted a nickname too. She must have wanted one for a long time, because her tone hinted jealousy, and a dash of anger too

I thought for a little while. "How about Serenity? Like the grace of your gown, and the serene peace we have."

She beamed at me, happy with her very own nickname, as well as Paladus.

Paladus then sighed. "Mother, I think it's time we had an intervention with that girl."

I sighed. "Paladus, I have learned over the years that mistakes of the past can not really be fixed like a game. They can not be transported back like some checkpoint."

"But isn't compassion a part of emotion in all of us, as well as forgiveness?"

"Well Paladus, I am not sure if she would forgive me for all I have done."

Serenity then spoke up. "Mommy, why don't we go see for ourselves what exactly Star is like?"

I did not explain to them that Star may have moved on to other regions, because she was a very intrepid explorer.

The normal me would have just said no to the idea, but something snapped when my children came back. Then I decided to talk to think to myself of ways to locate people.

As much as I wish that she was easy to find, it can't be simple. However there's my old friend Pelipper up the road from us.

Old Pelipper was a friend of mine from way when I came back to my home Route. I met him as a Wingull, and we both helped each other out a few times after I evolved; like I showed him to an old man, and he, in return, found me my current den. When Paladus, and Serenity were born, I could not really spend time with him anymore because I had to raise my children.

I nodded, "Let's get some sleep, and then we'll go to an old friend of mine's place."

Paladus shrugged, and Serenity grinned, yet in the same childlike unison they chimed; "Okay."

Each of us soon made the robotic action of heading back to the den, going to sleep, and waking up in the den the following morning. They both knew our promise we made last night, and we immediately set out towards Pelipper's place, because none of us were hungry or thirsty.

We all crouched out of the bushes to trek to Old Pelipper's place. After quite some walking, I found the old house that he lived in. It was a small cottage near the ocean, with a large dock to the side.

Paladus took the step to knock on the door. There was rattling inside, and then a wisened old man threw back the door and flashed a grin.

"Well nice Pokemon, how can I help you all today?"

I took forward, and gave him the old greeting that me and Old Pelipper had used to greet each other back then.

The old man then stepped back, and yelled: "Hey Peeko, there's some guests for ya!"

The name the old man in the house gave his Pelipper. Old Pelipper flapped his wings, and flew out to meet us.

"Well Gardevoir, it's been quite a while. You are lookin great as usual." He then looked at my kids. "Well, I bet these little munchkins are your offspring. You kids sure do take after your old uncle Peeko."

Serenity gone red in the face, and Paladus stood nonchalant.

"Pelipper, can we talk to you about something?"

Old Pelipper stopped his ranting, and focused on me. "Sure Gardevoir. Whatever you need, I can solve it."

"Well, we were looking to travel around, and maybe see if I could find an old trainer of mine. You have been around a lot, and I thought you might know where we should at least start looking."

The Old Pelipper placed his wing to his beak. "Well, I don't know any surefire way of finding her, but maybe you should ask Rager Gyarados at Meteor Falls. He claims to have traveled all around the world."

I gave Old Pelipper a great old-fashioned bear hug and whispered, "Thanks," into his ear, and then we were off. My last sight: Pelipper waving goodbye to us as we hiked towards a small forest. A large wooden sign in crude painted letters stated: Petalburg Woods.