SPECIAL NOTICE: Please, before you read this go and read "Kikara" by Mystic Mewtwo, here on also, because this is a continuation of that story.....from a midpoint through it. I have permission, folks, and her blessing!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, and I do not originally own the character Ki. Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Ki originally belongs to Mystic Mewtwo. She graciously offered the chance for this story to continue through me, and I accepted. She never wanted to see this story die entirely. I have her permission and support to do so, and with the exception of a few paragraphs below, from now on the story is in my words, and most likely goes in quite a different direction than originally intended, but I still hope to make it a good story nonetheless. I do, however, own the character Sharie Triesta, and if you are familiar with my writings, she will be in here too, similar but a bit different as circumstances permit.

I will not try to duplicate her writing style, because I cannot and will not screw with perfection. However, I do promise to leave the characters as intact as I am able, despite having to lose Ki's first-person perspective and typical of this series. I fear if I tried that I would truly ruin the story. The story starts a bit earlier than when Mystic Mewtwo left off, because I wanted to make my own start. Hope you enjoy it anyway. These first paragraphs are the break-off point, and Mystic Mewtwo's words. After that, mine starts.

I turned my eyes to the windows. I watched the snow fall from the sky, piling layer after layer onto the palace, and the ground below.
I thought about my parents. Who were they? Where were they from?
Most of all, I thought about my mother. Didn't she feel happy at all to have me?
Did she even love me to begin with?

I slipped a hand under my stomach, and felt how flat it was. I missed the feeling of being pregnant so much.
I loved my babies from the day I found out I was expecting. I couldn't have been happier. Did my mother feel such happiness when she discovered me? Did she love to touch, and feel her swollen belly as much as I did when I was pregnant?

And what about my father? Was he happy when my mother was pregnant?
If either of them even loved me enough to have me, then why was I abandoned? Why was I left alone to quite possibly die?
Maybe I wasn't wanted as much they thought they did.

I sighed deeply, and wiped away the tears that had started running down my cheeks. I nestled closer in Mewtwo's fur, and his arms closed around me tighter.
I don't know why my mind still dwelled on the subject. They were gone now, and I was here.
I had a mate who loved me very much, and five wonderful children created from this same love.

But I still wondered sometimes… Would I ever find out my origin?
I stared out at the snow. Maybe I never would.

I turned my eyes away from the window, and closed them. I soon drifted off to sleep.

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The girl had been floating in midair over the waves, one slender foot in the cool ocean, the other locking behind her calf. The amethyst aura surrounding her was tinged very slightly red as she summoned internal heat, so she didn't freeze hovering out here, on Christmas Eve, alone of all days.

Alone. She was used to that, and usually preferred it.

Even on Christmas Eve. The thought was disquieting, but she could not deny who she was.

The shore wasn't far behind her, or her small vacation house one of her uncles owned and she was now indefinetly borrowing. Pallet Town wasn't far beyond it. She'd been here for a few days already, and had no idea when she'd move on again.

Still, if anyone came by just now she knew they'd be in for a surprise. Humans usually didn't apparently defy gravity.

At the moment she didn't really care. She'd come here to meditate. There were days her emotions reflected the rolling, rising waves, and it was a small comfort to directly connect with the sea's life itself, the life in the waves, and let it drain some of her turmoil.

Her foot in the water made her feel a connection to a force much larger than she was, a vast space to drain her feelings into. The calm that flooded her, letting it scour at her emotions and swirl them away, was a big help when she really needed it.

However, it being December, it was necessary to use internal heat so dipping her foot into the ocean didn't freeze the limb. Psychic she was; invincible she wasn't.

She was dragged quite sharply out of her trance when a fiery, electric sensation raced along her toes. With a surprised gasp she involunatrily jerked her foot out of the water. Cold!

Much colder than it had been.

Shocked, she looked upwards.

Snowflakes.

Strangely beautiful crystal snowflakes.

She'd heard whispers that Pallet Town hadn't had snow for years, at least not on Christmas.

She rubbed her numb foot against her leg, smiling ruefully. So some people will get a pleasant surprise this year....Perhaps even more, these snowflakes remind me, somehow, of crystal....and they're so white.....

She swallowed against the rising tide of emotions suddenly attempting to swell from within, and decided not to let her thoughts veneer down that direction right now. She'd never experienced that pain-filled episode in her parent's life, but she still felt it, and reflected heavily on it.

She felt something akin to electricity again charge at and around her, but this time it wasn't in the ocean, and it didn't seem quite having to do with the weather itself.

It definetly wouldn't if it suddenly registered on her psionic plane as it was doing right now.

The shivery feeling shot straight up her spine. What the.....this wasn't natural weather.....

She trembled slightly and crossed her arms over her chest, clutching at her slender shoulders. No, it wasn't. This was not random snow. She could feel the psychic edge to this. This was psychic-induced snow.

But who was doing it? Articuno? No, Articuno had general ideals about what random weather it produced. Few other pokemon took it upon themselves to modify weather without just cause, and she could see no cause for this. It was more likely a psychic pokemon, even a Legendary. Only they would have such power, or desire to do this.

It wasn't a stressed-out pokemon, either, the psychic edge conveyed no stress.....

Startled, she opened her mind just a bit further. Anticipation. A surprise. A desire to please. Happiness, and joy.

Faintly, oh, so faintly, it whispered across her senses in a feathery glide before she firmly shoved her barriers back up.

She'd learned enough. She hated mental intrusion and she was not about to poke around in the head of another being. So long as the snow held no malicious intent, she was satisfied. Getting into another's mind without their permission, or letting others see into hers, went against everything she was. She dared not even contemplate the violent reaction that happened when another psychic tried to get into her mind......one se could not even help.

What she felt now had no need of further exploration. Perhaps someone had just wanted to see snow, and knew someone else who could give it to them, and it made them happy.....

No, no need to intrude further, especially since they probably expected nobody could pick up the psychic undercurrents anyway.

Most pokemon, even, could not have picked up what she'd felt just now. She never mentioned these things to anybody if she could help it. If she did, she'd expose her family and it's secrets that had to be kept. She couldn't hurt her father, or the sacred memory of her parent's love that way. Even after being who she was caused her such pain. It wasn't her parent's intents, and they'd loved each other so purely....so ferverently......

Her mother, she remembered, had told of the snowstorm her older sister had been born, small, wet and howling, into......but the snow had been oddly soft, and had quieted when her first cries alterted the world to her new life.....

Now, soft, just like this.....no harm in this snow.....

And, after all, the snow was so beautiful....so crystal-like and pretty, white and the crystals reflecting a rainbow of colors.....just like precious jewels.....

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"Shhharrrieee!!! Sharie, where are you? Oh, there you--"

The words, which had begun distantly and swiftly had grown louder over the soft roar of the waves, abruptly died out, the ending syllables dropping off sharply in surprise.

Sharie tried not to wince. She knew she'd been seen.

At least, by the sound of the voice used, soft and yet rather sharp on the edges, she knew at least the person would get over their surprise quickly--when that person was a fellow psychic of sorts, although this fellow psychic didn't make a habit of hovering over waves without a jacket.

"Oh, my gods, you're hovering....." whispered the voice, right behind her now on the shoreline.

Sharie smiled and turned quickly around to face a pair of light violet eyes set in a face framed by long dark hair and a mouth that was often set quite firmly, Sharie had noted, with suppressed pain.

"Hello to you to, Sabrina," she greeted with a small, but sincere, smile. Despite Sabrina's rather forceful, stubborn-personality reputation, she had quickly gathered it was only one side to her. She genuinely liked Sabrina, even though they had met only the day before.

Sabrina was still so surprised she could not quite say anything.

"With all your own psychic tricks I am sure you can hover as well," Sharie intoned softly.

"Y...yes...I can....but I guess I wasn't expecting to see you do it, in quite that fashion," Sabrina stammered, her voice coming back to her.

Sharie saw pain flash in Sabrina's violet gaze. She picked up the angst of that pain from the way it flickered through Sabrina's eyes.

"I remind you of someone," said Sharie quietly, sure she was right. Even without using psychic powers she could often read the fine nuances in people's body language, what showed in their eyes....especially their eyes. Eyes were the windows to the soul.

The shocked blinking of eyes, drawing Sabrina out of her trance, told her she had indeed hit her mark.

"I...uh....what are you doing out here, no....jacket, no....no shoes...." Sabrina was, for a moment, wildly trying to cover up what she knew Sharie had picked up upon. She already knew Sharie's extreme reluctance to use her psychic powers on another, and was fairly certain Sharie had not been poking around in her mind.

It had to mean her body language was screaming the pain she felt at the moment. Gods, she's so much like....She so looks like.....

"I can blot it out, my concern is not for me." Sharie quietly floated across the waves and down, her slender feet touching snow-covered sand. The frozen crystals raced across her skin and nerves like icy fire. She completely ignored it, placing a small hand on Sabrina's shoulder. She was genuinely worried. "My concern is for you."

"Me?" Sabrina finally found her tongue, getting over her surprise and wanting to dart away from the subject. "I am fine, I was just surprised....."

"I know what I saw. I remind you of someone, and that someone likely caused you great pain from what I saw in your eyes moments ago, and just now."

Sabrina stared at her a moment longer, and suddenly, to her own surprise, stopped trying to deny a problem and simply nodded her head.

Sharie's fingers gently tugged at her shoulder, moving them both in the direction of the house nearby. "If you do not feel like saying anything, Sabrina, I will understand. I won't nose into your privacy. I am sorry if I cause you pain."

Sabrina looked at her, surprised. "You do remind me of someone, very strongly in fact, but they are the cause of my distress, or rather my own actions, but it is not you," she said quickly, not wanting to give Sharie the wrong idea. "You haven't done anything wrong. I like you."

Sharie's lips quirked upwards in response to this. "But I cause you pain," she said softly. "I don't have to be psychic to tell that. You're bursting with some pain that's haunting you."

"So are you," said Sabrina reflexively, again trying to dart away from the subject. "When I first saw you in the pokecenter yesterday with Nurse Joy I could see it, when you held yourself ungarded for a moment with my sick Alakazam, remember? I can't sense you at all; you're like a rock. Not even my Alakazam can feel you, not even your essence. I've never seen anybody who can do that before. Just a moment, though, something much deeper and painful in your eyes flashed....and I thought...."

Her voice trailed off as she became aware she had made quite a speech without really having been invited to do so.

Sharie, however, seemed to not be thinking this. "And you felt you saw someone you could identify with?" she asked, the edge of her voice becoming a bit lighter for Sabrina's sake.

"A little, yes," said Sabrina, now blushing red, never having meant to admitting that. The other reason was that she'd been startled by the shade of Sharie's very unusual green eyes. They were the exact same color as her sister's had been.

Sharie's eyes, however, as Sabrina had said, were usually like mirrors and did little more than reflect a person's image back to them without her own emotions showing through. It spoke to Sabrina of someone who was very controlled.....probably because she'd been through a lot of pain and often had to exercise such control, for her sake and perhaps for the sake of others.

But that one ungarded moment, in her genuine concern for Alakazam, had reinforced this impression.

Sharie saw the discomfiture in Sabrina's violet eyes and smiled softly. "If you don't want to say anything, don't. I would not hurt you by making you relive whatever pain you have. I am concerned for you, though, because I see you're sad."

The way she smiled suddenly flared through to Sabrina's very core, because the smile, the image of her face and the color of her eyes, resonated so strongly on Sabrina's psyche her eyes filled with tears.

"My sister!" she whispered, unbidden. "You remind me of my sister!"

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Keep checking back on this first chapter, folks, as I plan to update and revise this first chapter as well as adding new ones.