Yeah baby, I'm back. With a backstory no-less! Questions will be answered, more will rise, and prize will be won! (not really)...Okay so: I don't own anything but the story, its night-time, and I just finished this chapter! So, yay me! Anywhosies, on with the story!


"Sooo...Wander is your uncle. That's nice, I guess." Peepers awkwardly started.

"Oh, he's not my real uncle."

"Really? But you called him 'Uncle Lukie'; speaking of which, why did you call him Lucas?"

Delilah smiled. "Wander was a close friend of my mom and Dad, so it just kind of comes as instinct to to call him that."

"That doesn't answer my second question." Peepers countered. "Why did you call him Lucas?"

"Because that's his real name." Delilah stated as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You don't think someone is dumb enough to really name their kid Wander do you? It's just his code name."

"Codename?"

"You know, for the resistance. For instance, my real name is Delilah, but my cover name is Agent Nightshade. Mary Ann's is Agent Rosethorn, and Uncle Lucas's is Agent Wander."

"Seems kind of frivolous to have a codename. I'm pretty very few people know you exist."

"Yeah; maybe where your from. But here, we have one enemy, and he will spare no expense until the entire resistance is brought to its knees."

"Sounds brutal." Peepers commented.

"You have no idea."

"So, what's your deal?" Peepers questioned.

Delilah gave him a perplexed look.

"I mean, you completely freaked out back there. What was that about?"

Delilah sighed. "It's a long story."

"I've got time."

"Well, it happened when I was 10 years old...

6 years prior

A ten year old delilah is playing with a stick in the backyard as a sword.

"Kiya! Take that you-you bad person, you!" Delilah shouted, stabbing the imaginary man in front of her.

A sudden laugh from behind startled her. She turned to see two young boys: The one about a half an inch shorter than the other being ginger in color, and his taller counterpart blonde.

"Ha ha! Not bad kid; not bad at all." The ginger commented. "What do you think Troy?"

"Oh, I think she's gonna be a master swordswoman, Luke." Troy replied with a mile. "But her insults need some work."

"Uncle Troy; Uncle Lukie! What are you doin' here?"

"Just hangin' out with old friends over a nice cup of-"

"What mission are guys planning now?" Delilah interrupted, unfazed by the lie.

"Told ya that ya sucked at lyin' Troy." Luke smirked.

"Oh, ha-ha. That was so funny I forgot to laugh."

"But you did just laugh." Wander observed.

Troy stared at him. "Y-yeah, well-I...shut up!"

Delilah just watched the two bicker in amusement. That is, until her mother called them in.

"Boys! Stop fighting and get back in here! You're setting a bad example for Delilah!" A cherry-red mesodonian with ebony locks of hair cut into a bob yelled.

Her gray eyes shone with a feirce verocity; and the midnight lue t-shirt and jeans she more clung to her tightly. The two boys looked at her and eachother.

"Oh Troy, I'm ever so sorry for mockin' ya. It was awfully wrong o' me. Can ya ever forgive me!?" Luke melodramatically pleaded.

"Oh Luke; but you were right! I am a horrible liar, I should have listened. Can you forgive me for distrusting your words!?" Troy begged in the same tone.

"Ugh. Can you two make-up and make out later, please?" Another voice came from inside.

The voice belonged to a mesodonian male with dark blue fur, brown eyes, and a pair of glasses. He wore a crsip, white, long-sleeved shirt with a red tie and cordurouy pants.

"...You're such a buzzkill, you know that Percy?" Troy asked him.

"Hey!" Percy retaliated

"Oh don't worry honey. You may be a buzzkill, but you're my buzzkill." Delilah's mother proclaimed, giving her husband a kiss on the cheek.

"Gee Eve. Thanks." He sarcastically retortd, but took the kiss anyway.

Eve gave an exasperhated sigh. "Boys, please just come in; we have work to do."

"Alright, were comin'. Luke replied as he walked back into the house.

Delilah began to work to the door too, but was stopped by a firm, yet gentle hand. She looked up to see her father staring at her. She knew what he was about to say and put on her best puppy-dog look.

"Please can I go in and help daddy!? Pleeeaaassseee?"

"Delilah; you're not old enough to listen in on these meetings yet. Besides, you wouldn't like 'em anyways. Just a bunch of boring talk and words you shouldn't hear. Now back to practicing. How are you gonna be an inner-ringsman if you can't hold a sowrd right?"

Delilah sighed. "Alright daddy." She pouted.

"Now don't be like that. Tell you what; when this is over how about we spar a little bit; would you like that?"

Delilah smiled and shook her head.

"That's my girl! Be back for you soon!"

So-with her parents working-she continued to play until she heard a voice come from the bushes. She instinctively created a bat out of pure stone with her powers. Yes, Delilah had powers. Beyond the basic plasma ray that all mesodonians could use, all mesodonians could control one element. Hers, was earth-like substances. She walked closer to the voice, prepared her bat and jumped through the shrubery. It was there she heard a crack and a pop, felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, and saw nothing but black.


Ooh! Longer chapter AND a Cliff-hanger! Even though you know she'll make it out okay because she's in present time, but-still! You don't know who did it yet! Anywhosies...

Maxamillion Jamerston (Mac): Best friend to Bloo since age 5; this bright young scamp is the anchor keeping his friend from drifting to far away. He's not against pranks by any means (in fact, he sometimes comes up with them) but he's always there to keep Bloo out of too much trouble (Especially with his orphanage's caretaker Harriman).

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