Chapter #1

It all started two years ago. I lived among my mother and my father. They both loved me with all their hearts and would never choose anything over me. I was always number one with them; they would never push me aside. They loved me more than anything.

My mother was beautiful. She had navy-blue eyes, a light toned skin and flowing black hair that went down to her waist. Meanwhile, my father had dirty-blond hair, green eyes and a strong build. I was a mix between them. I had my father's blond hair mixed with my mom's long, flowing hair, my mother's navy-blue eyes and most of my father's personality. While my mother was sometimes stubborn and would always look before she leapt, my father was the complete opposite. He would jump into situations without concitering consequences and wasn't stubborn at all.

My mother had a huge obsession with her favorite pokemon, Seadra. When I was born, the first thing she did was name me after her favorite pokemon—my name is Seadra, Seadra Reef to be exact. My father loved the name, he always said it suited me, though I didn't believe it much.

Of course, my family wouldn't be complete without my loyal pokemon, Raichu. Raichu was found as a Pichu soon after I was born. In fact, the night we took Pichu in from a storm, a Team Rocket member attempted to break into our house, but Pichu used a Thunder Shock attack and scared him off. For that, we kept it. Now, Raichu is my pokemon. I love it just as much as my parents love me.

My life was pretty normal for most of my life. That is, until I turned seven. I was playing with Raichu one day when I stumbled into my parent's closet. There, I found a beautiful painting of a woman wearing flowing silk clothing standing infront of a sunset. What was so special about this painting was that the woman had wings.

When I mentioned the painting to my mother, she quickly covered my mouth. "Quiet, Seadra! Your father might hear!" He growled as she hurdled me into my room and closed the door. She seemed awfully nervous, and I didn't understand why.

"What's wrong?" I asked her as Raichu hopped onto my bed, which was its favorite place to lay down. I sat down on the carpeted floor, looking up at my mother.

She looked down at me, almost sweating. "I'm sorry." She sighed and turned away, "I over reacted that's all" She paused for a few moments, then continued, "I guess I should explain. I've kept it away from you for too long"

I blinked, "Kept what away?" I asked, baffled.

My mother had a tear rolling down her cheek and her hands were shaking. I didn't understand what was wrong. "I'm not like your father. I'm not like most of the people you see walking down the streets. Seadra, I'm a Rukonian."

I froze, almost as if time had paused itself. I remember my father telling me about the Rukonians. They were a race that once lived on a remote island out in the largest ocean called Rukonia. The place was only discovered about a century ago. Rukonians were known as the winged people. They had wings on their backs, but they could hide them beneath their skin. When they did that, you couldn't see them at all. When the people who discovered the island declared it as their own, the Rukonians fought back to protect their land. A huge war broke out. During this war, many of the Rukonians fled Rukonia in an attempt to save their own lives. Soon after, around seven decades ago, a bomb was dropped down on the island—no one survived the blast. From then on, all Rukonians that were found in Kanto were killed. I never understood why the people of kanto and Johto hated the Rukonians so much, but I never asked about it.

"Mother Are you saying I'm a Rukonian too?" I asked, my voice was shaking. If it was true, that meant my own life was in danger. If anyone knew about it, they could easily report me to one of the anti-Rukonian groups. They were known to attack Rukonians, sending them to hospitals. Sometimes, they would even kill.

My mother didn't say anything for so long, that it felt like hours, even though it was only minutes. "Yes" She finally replied, "You have wings. You sprouted them when you were first born, but your father wasn't there. He hates Rukonians, he doesn't know I'm one. Please, don't let your father know. If he finds out, he'll report us to one of those Anti-Rukonian groups You must keep this a secret Don't tell anyone. Your life will be in danger"

I nodded quickly. Knowing I was a Rukonian was like being cursed. If anyone found out that I was one of the winged people from Rukonia, I could get myself beaten in the middle of a street or even killed. The thought brought tears to my eyes. I was only seven years old; it was hard to believe this was happening.

"Mother Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I finally asked.

She looked at me—almost crying. I felt bad, though I knew this wasn't my fault. "I thought you could live your life not knowing But I know now that you should know. This doesn't mean you can't still play with all your friends. Everything will be the same. Just be a regular seven-year-old girl, Seadra. But you must remember to hide your wings. Never let them out. Don't let anyone know of them. Do you understand?"

I nodded.


Years past since that day. During that period, I grew up a lot. I spent more time training my Raichu and Eevee I got as a present from my grandmother. Raichu seemed to get stronger everyday and so did Eevee. I did wonder why Eevee never evolved into an Umbreon or Espeon, but it didn't matter. I loved Eevee just the way it was.

I began to wonder what it would be like to gather official gym badges to get into the Pokemon League. The thought of travelling around Kanto and training pokemon always excited me, but my mother forbid me from doing this. She told me that I couldn't, because it was a risk for me, a Rukonian, to be travelling around so much.

When I turned 13, a huge chain of events changed my life forever. I just got back home from the park where I trained Raichu and Eevee to find my father there, just glaring at me. At first, I didn't understand what was going on, so I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my shoulder and stopped me.

"What is it, father?" I asked as I looked up at him. Eevee was perched on my head and Raichu stood beside me. Both of them had their ears folded back.

My father just looked at me—it felt like hours and I was beginning to get tense. Why was he staring at me like that? I didn't do anything wrong. Finally, he spoke up. "I know." He said in a straight tone. His expression didn't change.

I blinked, "Know what, father?" I asked.

"You're a filthy Rukonian, Seadra." He growled. Before I could say anything, he threw me onto the floor. "You're a Rukonian!" He shouted angrily and kicked my stomach.

I cringed at the kick. For a few seconds, it felt like I couldn't breathe. I lifted myself up and looked up to my father. How did he know I was a Rukonian? How? "Father" I started, whimpering. I didn't get to finish my sentence—he kicked me again.

"Your mother is one too, isn't she? You two and all from her side of the family are all filthy Rukonians!" He was screaming by then. My ears rung from it and tears began to roll down my cheeks. "Speak up, Rukonian!" He demanded.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to tell him my mother was a Rukonian too. He would send us both and all from her side of the family to one of those Anti-Rukonian groups. I wondered how he found out. I didn't understand how he knew. I didn't reply to his questions—I wasn't going to.

"Rukonian!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. I prayed that my mother would come home from the grocery store soon before he kicked me again. I got lucky, it was then the door opened and she walked in.

"Seadra!" She gasped as she saw me lying on the floor, holding my stomach with tears rolling down my cheeks. She looked at my father with a look of shock, "What do you think you're doing?!"

My father gave my mother the same glare she gave me, "You're a Rukonian. Admit it. Seadra's one. You're one too. Admit it." He used the same straight tone. His hands were in fists. I had never seen him so angry. Again, I wondered how he found out.

My mother shook her head, "Please Please understand." She started, "Yes, it is true, Seadra is a Rukonian But I'm not" Her voice was shaking. I couldn't believe what she had just said She told my father she wasn't a Rukonian, but I was! What was going on?!

"How is that possible?" He asked. He looked down at me. I was about to get up, but he kicked me down again. I decided not to try to get up until this was over.

Tears began to form in my mother's eyes. Her hands were shaking and she hid them behind her purse so my father couldn't see. "Seadra is adopted. Our baby died at birth, but I didn't want to except it So I asked the nurse if there were any newborn abandoned babies there. There was, but only one Seadra. I adopted her, so you wouldn't be upset. They told me she was a Rukonian, but I thought if she never knew, it would all be okay I'm so sorry I should've told you" My mother then broke into tears. She lied! She was lying! I knew she was! But what she said still made me cry. I cried because I was scared with what my father would do to me.

But, it was then I realized why she lied. If she admitted to being a Rukonian, my father would not only report me to an Anti-Rukonian group, but my mother and all of her family as well. My father hated Rukonians more than anything—but I never knew why.

My father seemed to believe her. He smiled and walked over to her and hugged her. "I'm sorry I accused you of being one of those filthy Rukonians. You're such as wonderful woman, no Rukonian could be as wonderful as you are." He spoke softly to her and ran his hands through her hair tenderly.

Raichu looked at me and folded its ears back; "Chuu" it sighed as Eevee began to lick the tears from my cheeks. I lifted myself up onto my knees and hugged them both close to me. I wasn't going to say anything to my father. I decided to keep my mouth shut and see what he was going to do.

"You didn't deserve to have to raise a Rukonian, my wife." My father continued as she cried on his shoulder. I knew she wasn't crying because she raised a Rukonian, she was crying because of her lie. She knew what could happen to me. I wasn't going to protest though, as long as my mother and her family were safe, I guessed it would be better off that way. My father then turned and looked at me, "Rukonian," he started, "get up. Let's go."

I didn't say anything as I got up onto my feet, holding Eevee in my arms. My father walked out the front door and I followed along with Raichu. Before walking out the door, I looked to my mom and whispered, "It's okay, mother. I understand" To this, she cried even more. I sighed and followed my father, who felt like a stranger, into the car. He drove down the busy streets of the rough parts of the city before he finally stopped infront of a huge building. I knew what it was—an Anti-Rukonian group building. I gulped.

My father got out of our old car and I followed him, still not saying anything. Raichu stayed by my side as we entered the building. Every second felt more and more tense than the last. I was scared. After walking up several fleets of stairs, we made it to a room where a man sat. He looked at us with an expression that scared me even more.

"What do you want?" He asked as he lit up a cigarette. "I got a meeting in twenty minutes" He muttered as he sat down on one of the wooden chairs in the room. The walls were leaking and the room carried the smell of several cigarettes.

My father sat down on a chair on the opposite side of the room. I just stood by the door as Raichu and Eevee whimpered. They were just as scared as I was. "This girl" My father sighed, "She's a Rukonian. A filthy Rukonian. I found her with her wings spread in a park. Do what you want with her. Get rid of her." I couldn't believe what she was saying. I remembered when my parents loved me more than anything in the world. They would do anything for me, anything. Now, my father was literally getting me killed.

The man looked over to me. His glare made me shiver and I hugged myself tightly. I wanted to go home He began to talk, but I didn't bother listening. I wanted to get out of there. It didn't matter what I had to do—but I wanted to get out. I noticed a large window only a few feet away from where I stood. I looked back at the man and my father, making sure they weren't watching me. When I was sure they weren't, I ran for the window. I had to act as quick as possible. Using my elbow, I smashed the glass and leapt straight through the window. The hit hurt like hell, and I got some of the glass in my arm. I still had Eevee in my arms and Raichu followed me quickly. It then occurred to me how high the building was. Before I could think through it, I slammed into a Dumpster filled with garbage. I was lucky; not much of the garbage was very solid, so I didn't get hurt too badly. But Unfortunately, I slammed my head against something that was hard enough to get me into a daze for a split second. I shook it off though.

Raichu landed beside me and I looked over it quickly to make sure it was okay. I could hear shouting from above. I looked up to see my father and the man there, shouting loudly for people to catch me. I stumbled out of the Dumpster and ran down the cold, empty streets as fast as I could. It was dark out, so it made getting away easier.

As I ran down an alley, I looked behind me to make sure no one was following. Unfortunately, it was then when I ran straight into someone. I was knocked back by the impact but I got up quickly. I looked up to see a male. He had golden colored eyes, ruffled brown hair and a scar running down his right cheek. I began to back away slowly and nervously.

"You're a Rukonian?" He asked as he approached me. I didn't say anything. "You are one. I know it. Come with me, I know a place you can hide." He said softly as he extended one of his gloved hands out to me.

I had nowhere to go, and no one to turn to. I nodded quickly and he grabbed my hand and we ran down the alley. My mind was spinning. So much had happened that day. I couldn't stop thinking about my mother's lie and my father's harsh words. I think it had something to do with hitting my head, because in a matter of seconds, I began to get dizzy and I collapsed.