SUMMARY: It has been eight years since Misty and Mewtwo met and fell in love with each other on the island. Lonely and confused, Misty agreed to marry Ash despite the ambiguity of her feelings towards him. Soon afterwards, she discovered she was pregnant. The two are now raising a seven-year-old daughter together. However, unbeknownst to Ash, the identity of the child's father is in question. In the second installment of this saga, the truth will be revealed through several unique perspectives. Discover the true lineage of Misty's daughter, as well as the hidden motivations behind a mysterious Team Rocket plot that threatens Misty, Mewtwo, and the world.

Author's Note: This is the second installment in this trilogy. Enjoy, and, as always, make sure to leave a REVIEW!

~TheFrogFromHell

Chapter 1

"We cannot live like this forever. You are a human. I am a pokemon. It is wrong, and both of us know it. It is time for you to go. I will be leaving this place shortly."

"Why does it have to be this way? You did it before. Become human. Can't you try again?"

"I would never willfully reduce myself to the form of such a disgusting creature again. I despise humans. I cannot believe I spent the last two months so close to one, but I never plan to again. I am relocating far, far away, to a place with no humans at all, and there I shall remain."

The violet in his eyes became a vivid, translucent blue glow, and it grew increasingly brighter and brighter, overwhelming Misty's vision and blinding her to everything but the vibrant sapphire light.

Then, there was a noise, like a siren. It began softly, but quickly reached an unbearable volume…

Misty awoke with a jolt. Her heart pounded when she realized that the noise— the harsh, awful shrieking— was still going on!

She let out a sigh of relief when she identified the source. My new alarm, she realized sheepishly. She had just found out the hard way that its tone wasn't a very… gentle way of beginning her morning.

I haven't had that dream for a long time, Misty thought, for a while, there… I thought I was over it.

When she had first returned from New Island, Misty had dreamed of Mewtwo almost every night. She supposed that was what happened when you spent every waking hour of your life with someone for two months, and then said someone decides to arbitrarily abandon you one day with almost no explanation.

But she didn't want to think about that now. Today was supposed to be a happy day.

Today was Misty's twenty-fourth birthday.

Yawning and reluctantly sitting up in her bed, Misty quickly switched off the shrieking alarm. 6:03 am. She looked beside her and noticed that Ash was already gone, as usual. He'd left his side of the bed unmade, and there was a small dip in his pillow where his head had rested hours earlier. Misty sometimes felt sorry for Ash— they lived a few hours away from the Pokemon League, so he had to wake up ridiculously early every morning to fly to Indigo Plateau on his pidgeot's back. Misty always thought it would make more sense for Ash to stay at the Plateau housing with the other members of the Elite Four, but he always said he loved Misty too much to live away from her.

Yes, her husband was now one of the Elite Four. So far, he was undefeated.

Misty swung her legs to the side of the king sized bed, stood up, and went over to her closet to dress herself. Studying her reflection in the mirrored closet doors, she frowned. I can't believe I'm already twenty-four, she thought, it seemed like just yesterday I was turning sixteen, leaving Cerulean gym to go on my pokemon journey!

Misty wasn't entirely displeased with her appearance. Her face was youthful, and her hair was still bouncy, thick, and vibrant red, and in the past couple of years she'd decided to start leaving it down— she thought that look was a bit more mature than her signature side ponytail.

However, she had gained a little weight during her pregnancy, and the stubborn pounds still remained on her small frame seven years after her daughter, Cameron's, birth. Of course, she wasn't fat by any standards but her own; the slim figure of her youth had simply filled out a little. Today's no day to start a diet anyway, Misty decided, not with all the birthday cake I'm going to eat!

Misty had several outfits suitable for her job, which was teaching water pokemon training classes at Pokemon Technical Institute. Because it was her birthday, Misty chose the brightest, and prettiest, outfit she owned— a silky, rose-colored blouse and a pristine white skirt.

After she dressed herself in her work clothes and made the bed, Misty exited her bedroom and crossed the hall to enter her daughter's room. She quietly opened Cameron's door and called to her calmly, "Good morning, Cammie! It's time to wake up, sweetheart."

The small girl rolled over and groaned. Even though she's only seven, she sure sleeps like a teenager, Misty noted.

Misty made her voice slightly more demanding when she added, "I'm going to have your breakfast ready in fifteen minutes. You need to be downstairs, dressed, and ready for school by then, okay?"

"Okay," Cameron grumbled. Misty closed the door and went downstairs to the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker and heating up some water to make hot cereal for herself and her daughter.

On the dining room table, there were two tiny packages, and two envelopes addressed "Misty". She smiled. They must be birthday presents from Ash, she figured.

She picked up the envelope on the top and opened it. It contained a colorful birthday card with an exaggerated cartoon horsea on the front that made Misty laugh. Inside the card, she found a message from Ash, chuckling a little at how mismatched her husband's messy scrawl was with the card's neat, printed calligraphy.

Dear Misty, it read, I love you! Happy birthday and anniversary. You can open the red box this morning, but save the blue one for when we celebrate our SEVENTH YEAR on Wednesday night. Love, Ash

That's so sweet, Misty thought, opening the small red package. Inside was a pink, velvet box that could only serve one purpose: to hold a ring.

Misty gasped when she saw the exquisite piece of jewelry inside— a white gold band with an enormous amethyst stone set in it. My birthstone, she thought. However, something about the stone's vivid purple hue was unsettling to Misty. Mewtwo's eyes, in my dream, were the same color, she realized.

"Mom?"

Misty jumped in shock at the unexpected voice, and looked up to see her daughter, who had seemed to appear out of thin air in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Oh, good morning, honey," Misty said, calming herself down.

"Mom… the hot water…"

Misty whirled around and shrieked, quickly turning the fire down to stop the pot on the stovetop from boiling over. She stirred the uncooked oats into the hot, bubbling water and glanced over her shoulder at her daughter.

"Thanks, Cameron," Misty said, smiling at her. Cameron nodded, but she was distracted, studying the little present boxes on the table.

"Happy birthday, Mom," she said.

"Thanks," Misty began chopping fresh strawberries for them to have in their oatmeal. "Ouch!" she yelped as she nicked her finger with the knife, just deep enough to make it bleed a little.

"Rats," Misty commented, frowning.

Cameron turned to her mother, suddenly interested.

"Let me see," the girl said, and Misty held out her finger. Cameron stared at it intensely, and Misty gasped as she felt a strange, tingling sensation where she had just cut herself. It lasted a few seconds, and then stopped abruptly.

"All done," Cameron said, beaming. Misty looked at her finger in disbelief; there was no longer any sign of a mark or cut. Then, she realized what had happened. Oh, brother, Misty thought. She had just had this conversation with her daughter yesterday…

Misty gave her a stern look.

"Cameron… I told you not to do things like that. It's dangerous. What if someone found out about your secret?"

"I'm sorry, Mommy… I was just trying to help…"

Misty studied her daughter, who was looking up at her with a guilty expression on her face.

Cameron had Ash's hair— it was dark and wild, and Misty had tried many times, unsuccessfully, to comb it into submission.

She had Ash's stature and Misty's bone structure; she was a short and slight child, far below average size for her age.

But she had eyes that didn't resemble those of Ash, or Misty.

They were the same violet eyes that Misty had dreamed of the night before.

….

It had been over seven years since anyone had visited New Island. There was no longer any electricity in the building that stood there, since the one who was in control of that was long gone. A large group of people, their black clothes blending in with the darkness around them, shone lights all around inside the structure, which was so rundown now that it resembled a cave. The roof had partially collapsed at some point, blocking off the top of the large spiral platform and completely destroying the upper levels of the building.

As Giovanni led the way, his team of Rockets followed him. They split up and searched for over an hour, but they didn't find anything.

"Master… this is boring," an obnoxious female voice whined, "Why did you make us come to this dingy, disgusting place anyway?"

"Be quiet. You are not in a position to question what I do. I suggest you shut your mouth if you know what's best for you."

"Humph! Fine," Domino pouted.

"Master! Look at this!" A male voice called. Giovanni quickly made his way over to the man. He was pointing to a large, brown splotch on the floor. It appeared ancient. Giovanni kneeled down and touched the stain, then brought his fingers to his nose.

"Blood…" Giovanni reported, "Pokemon blood."

"Eww! Gross!" Domino said, "What could you possibly want with that?"

"Shut your mouth, imbecile!" he snapped. "This… this is not from any ordinary pokemon…" Giovanni moved intently in one direction, shining his flashlight. "Look, there!" he said, noticing another stain on a piece of rubble. He continued moving forward, and spotted several more blotches, becoming more and more frequent as he went on.

The party then arrived at a corner. It appeared they had reached a dead end, but Giovanni noticed a thin crack in the wall— the edge of a door! He tried to pry it open himself, but alone he was too weak. He looked back at his team, standing there watching him.

"You fools, get this door open!"

"Yes, master!" The voices replied earnestly. Together, they pushed and pulled as hard as they could until it was finally forced ajar. Then, they marveled at what they found inside.