Author's Note: Ya. Here eez teh next chapter. Um…enjoy! And character stories will be covered in more depth later. So, the other characters will know, but you readers won't. I like suspense. And I do know that I am delving into a horrible cliched storyline, but don't worry, I'll make this interesting…But I hope that I'll make it onto someone's Favorite Stories… ..

"…This is amazing!" exclaimed Jewel, walking into the camp. "This-…You-…Thank you!" she yelled, running back to give Marrow a big hug.

Marrow looked embarrassed, and said, "Ah, don't worry about it. No prob. But, uh, can you let go of me? 'Cause, uh, that's my fiancee over there, staring at us.

This time it was Jewel who was embarrassed, hastily letting go of Marrow. She waved to his fiancee, a blue Pikmin, who came over with a none too friendly look. "Sorry about that," Jewel apologized. "I wasn't trying to steal your man or anything; I was just thanking him for rescuing me from that horrid camp."

The other nodded as if she understood, and said, "That's all right, then. I wouldn't want him making out with some other girl! By the way, I'm Ivy. Who are you?"

Marrow answered that. "This is Jewel. She's from the camp down there. Or, was."

Ivy raised her eyebrows. "Was?" she asked, interested.

Marrow shrugged, as if it wasn't important. Of course it was important! Males often would ignore those sort of things, Jewel thought. "Well, we raided the camp and destroyed it. Most those creatures are dead, though a 'Loki', the general, got away. No doubt he'll make trouble for us later!" Marrow explained.

"Well, it sounds like you certainly have a story to tell," Ivy said, addressing Jewel. "Come on in. Kuja will be glad to meet you." Jewel nodded, and followed Ivy, leaving Marrow at the edge of camp. He didn't follow. Odd how his fiancee easily made him a lot more gentle and nice, just be being there, thought Jewel. Ivy led her to a large tent, decorated with bright red and yellow stripes, with a cute little flag sticking out of the top. Two opposing armies painted on the tent reminded Jewel of the dire problem. War was inevitable. Jewel walked in through the flap, after Ivy.

"This is Jewel, brought from the 'ol camp, Kuja. It seems she has a story to tell you.

A Yellow Pikmin in his middle ages sat on a chair, examining a glowing cube. "Very well," he sighed, putting the cube in a drawer. He gave Ivy a gesture, and she left. "Tell me, child, what is your name?"

Jewel, who had been intimidated at first, felt a prickle of annoyance. "I'm not a child!" she protested. "I'm of age!"

Kuja chuckled. "That's right; I forgot. Now, go on."

Jewel gulped, nervous. And she started into her story. She told of how she was taken from her home, and forced to work at the camp, looking for, ironically, jewels. And she described the whole camp, and what they were looking for. That seemed to interest Kuja the most. After she finished, Kuja murmured to himself, "So, they have the Gold Stone now…4 more…" he shook his head, banishing some thought, and said to Jewel, "Would you like to join the rebellion, by any chance?"

Jewel took a deep breath. And shouted, "YES!"

"You being a rookie, Jewel, means that I and Marrow are your teacher. We together shall show you the tricks of the trade. You willing to learn?" Ivy inquired.

Jewel nodded her head energetically. She couldn't believe that Kuja had accepted her…

"All right. Because our operation is secret, we have a basically need-to-know basis. Of course, we'll tell you everything, because Kuja thinks you are can be an expert spy. So, we'll start with some history." With that, Ivy took out a book and started to read from it.

"A long time ago, when the world was young, there were 6 types of Pikmin, and only 6 of each. However, each of those Pikmin had amazing power. There was the Fire. He could conjure fire out of nowhere, and harness its burning power. He was always power-hungry, and wanted more, but he would not be the ultimate failure. Then there was the Sea. She was a respectful blue Pikmin, who could take on a watery form and control water wherever it may be found. Always trustworthy, she was gentle and kind. Next was the Lightning. He was the fastest and could generate bolts of electricity and summon rainstorms. His need for more land was low, but he insisted on more. And then there was the Earth. He was powerful and buff, though he did not have much for brains. He could control every rock and stone, and caused quakes. His slow thinking did not necessarily mean he was stupid; it just took him a long time to realize and/or understand concepts. And there was the Gold. Mysteriously absent from all history books and memories, it is said that Gold represents Life, what is considered the ultimate philosophy, ununderstood by anyone. And last, the Void. Bringing dreams and death, the Void had the most power of all. But unlike the others, he abused his power, using it to kill and wreak havoc. He would tantalize creatures with sweet dreams, luring them over cliffs and into lava while sleepwalking, or torture others with brutal dreams almost painful enough to be real. The others, upon seeing this, had to act. They fought as one, overpowering the Void with their combined strength. They fought 'til the Void had but a whim of his health; it was then that he realized that he could not win that battle, and invoked his final power. He opened himself up, creating the ultimate tragedy. Death. He sucked up the others and voluntarily ended his own life in the process. But even Void, powerful as he was, could not wipe out the others' existance entirely; five great stones were scattered across the land, each representing one of the great entities. Similarly, Void remained as a spirit, but in a recent event, he was given a mortal body again. He stands on the borderline, observing and watching. Any offer of power will drive him to a side, which he will be loyal to as long as the deal is upheld. And the only offer that one can make to him…is the gift of the stones of his enemies…"

And Ivy closed the book with a grim look. "It doesn't look good for us," she commented, "But we have survived these three years, even with intense neglect. I still wish Olimar was back, though…"

Marrow put his hand around her shoulder, comforting her, and said, "Don't despair. We will prevail. We must. Our drive to survive will hold true! We shall leave now, for the Lava Pits!"