bDisclaimer:b I own nothing, except the characters I made up myself… You know the people to which the other characters belong.

bRating:b from R till … Depends on you guys…

bSummary:b M/L, AU.

Story sets place after Max In The City. Liz, Maria and Alex have lived a past life with the pod squad. They find out about their 'destiny' and learn to live with their newfound alien status…

bA/N:b I've been reading fanfic for a iveryi  long time now, and decided it was about time to write my own fic.

Okay. So I've been playing with this idea for a little while now, and when I saw Max In The City last Sunday, I couldn't inoti write it down…

You're gonna have to pretend that a few things didn't happen, okay? I'm just gonna brainwash those things out of your mind, and you won't know better than what I'll tell you… (:

When the balcony in New York was falling down on Max, Rath and Lonnie didn't held Tess back. She stood there with them, watching it fall. Max didn't see this, though. Lonnie and Rath never kidnapped Tess, they just ran away after their attack failed. Max and Tess didn't get home like in the end of the episode, so Max and Liz haven't decided to stay friends just yet… Ava never left Roswell, and is still sleeping at Liz's place…

This is my very first fanfic, and I'd appreciate ianyi form of critique. Please… Even flames are welcome…

I beg you for reviews. That's what makes it worthwhile to write a story…

That was about it, I guess. Read and enjoy (ahum ;D)…

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bTrue Colorsb

iProloguei

Iria couldn't seem to stop shivering, even though she tried very hard not to. Shivering was only a waste of her energy, and since she already had so little, it would be wise to save what was left. Not that it was much, but it was sufficient to be used in emergencies, or when the guards would throw the moldy bread down in the dungeons. All the captivated people, who normally didn't give any attention to their fellow prisoners, would fight to get as much food as possible.

The continual dripping of water from the ceiling, joining the drops that had already fallen in the little stream, was enough to drive one crazy. Those drops and some water from the outside formed a small, dirty and smelly stream, with water almost too disgusting to drink.

The new ones usually had a lot of trouble drinking it, and most of them refused in the beginning. But thirst is something horrible, something that won't stop bothering and nagging you until you've finally given in. After two days at most, you'll drink the water, and after a few weeks, you'll pretend that you like it. After some years, you'll have forgotten the taste of clean water, and won't be able to taste the dirt and filth that it carries in it.

When Iria had first gotten here, there had been some other new people who had tried to wash themselves in the stream. The prisoners who had been down in the dungeons for a longer time had beaten them up, and made sure they would never do it again.

The most powerful men and women in the arches had decided that no one could bathe in the water, for it had to stay as clean as possible. Surviving and having enough water was thought more highly of and found more important than the hygiene. If you really wanted to wash yourself, you could use your hands, but no one would let you get away with dirtying the water. Drinkable water was important, and down here it didn't matter whether you were clean or not.

It was chilly in the dungeons. Well, chilly was an understatement, since the temperature was almost cold enough to make the water freeze. Everywhere around Iria people were sneezing and sniffing, and most of the prisoners were coughing. Everyone tried to stay warm by cuddling up together, but Iria wouldn't let anyone near.

Iria was small, and there were some wrinkles that gave her age away. She was beautiful, in an extra-ordinary way. She had vivid blue eyes, and her hair, that once had been a darker shade, could now be seen as a mixture of amber and gray, with some dark streaks in it. She looked down at the little form of Ailiana, sound asleep with her tiny body firmly pressed against Iria's. Ailiana was the main reason why Iria couldn't risk getting close to anyone. No one could find out about Ailiana's identity, for if someone would, Ailiana would no longer be save there.

Nowadays, everybody thought of Iria and the little girl as a strange couple; as outcasts or outsiders. In the beginning there had been some people trying to get a conversation started, but Iria had always walked away or turned around. Soon enough people had given up and didn't even bother to talk to them. Iria and Ailiana had been accepted, were are part of the group, and yet, at the same time, they weren't.

Ailiana was also another reason why Iria was trying to save her energy. Iria needed to provide her with food and warmth, and had to comfort her and be there for her when she missed her father or her brothers and sister. Iria wouldn't let anything happen to Ailiana. She had been there when the little one had been born, and had taken care of her after Ailiana's mother had died in childbirth. Ailiana's father had assigned Iria to look after Ailiana and Iria had made a vow and sworn that she would put Ailiana's safety before her own. She loved Ailiana with all her heart and was sure that Ailiana loved her back. Ailiana was the only thing Iria had left, and she would never ever let anything happen to her. Never.

A few years ago, Khivar's men had come to the palace of the King of the Second Moon, to take over control and chastise The Resistance. Ailiana's father and her sister had tried to escape, but the soldiers killed them before they could reach the gates. Iria had tried to hide Ailiana, but with no avail. Khivar's men had found them and since they had orders to take the first Princess of the Second Moon of Antar with them, they hadn't murdered Ailiana, like they had done to her older sister and her father, or raped her, like they had done to so many other innocent and helpless little girls, but just took her with them. They had been about to kill Iria, but somehow, with using some of her mindwarp-powers Iria had been able to convince them in taking her with them, so she could watch over Ailiana.

Khivar had been furious when he heard about his men murdering Ailiana's older sister, Karia, and when he saw Ailiana he nearly jumped out of his skin. He had been expecting a beautiful, seventeen year old girl, and instead he got a five-year-old girl and an old, stubborn little lady. He had both of them being thrown in the dungeons, and he decided to wait until Ailiana would be eighteen years old.

If he would reveal that the first Princess of the Second Moon of Antar was still alive, and would marry him, the resistance on the Second Moon would probably lessen. The Resistance there was still widely supported and followed, despite of all of the reprisals Khivar had made, so it would be a great advantage to get rid of The Resistance there. Ailiana wouldn't resist his proposal, he was most certain of that.

After all, she would be very grateful that he had saved her from his dungeons, which were commonly known as hell on Kravou. All Khivar had to do was wait fourteen years, and then he would not only have a beautiful bride, but he'd also have the Second Moon joining his side in the fight against Antar. With them fighting for him, he knew he'd be able to conquer Antar and the Third Moon almost without any efforts…

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