A/N: Just to clear some stuff up from last chapter, when Kris was suddenly in the middle of the street rescuing that little boy, she wasn't forced to go out there. She used her own free will to save his life. I'm just leaving a small not on that because I know I made it sound like some force took control of her body. Overall, the fact is she was compelled to save that little boy by a mysterious voice in her head. Nothing took control of her body, and normally she wouldn't have done something like that. You understand? Ok.

Kris: Dude…. you're talking like your readers are a bunch of dumbasses.

Cybie: Watch you're tongue young lady!

Kris: You're not my mother!

Cybie: Oh no she didn't! That's okay cuz I got a damn good come back! First of all, technically I am your mother because I created you fool. Second, you don't even know you're mother in the story smartass!

Kris: In small voice…. rather a smartass than a dumbass….

Cybie: What was that!

Kris: Nothing…mother.

Cybie:…O.o…Ok, don't call me that. It's too weird.

Kris: Equally disturbed…you're actually right about that. Well, without further shit from Mumsy dearest over here, on with the story!

Cybie: Hey! I'll be doing introductions around here, got it?

Kris: Yes, sir!

Cybie: Growling

Kris: I mean, ma'am.

Cybie: That's what I thought. Anyways, on with the story!

Chapter 2
The Voice

11:34 p.m.
Gotham City
Gotham City Hospital

Wake up.

Kristine heard it. Someone was speaking to her, but she had no idea who it was. The voice was soft and spoke in a kind tone and clearly feminine. She deduced that whoever it was, it was female. The mysterious voice spoke to her again.

Wake up, child.

She tried to obey. She wanted, no, needed to find out who the stranger was. There was an odd feeling telling here the she and the owner of the voice were somehow connected. Kris attempted to open here eyes, but failed miserably. Every part of her body, down to the pores on her skin, ached terribly.

Mustering all the strength she could, she opened her eyes. But strangely, everything was still dark. She attempted to sit up, but her body refused to move.

'What the hell happened to me?'

She tried to recall the last events that she could remember. There was…a boy. A child. He was on a road. Suddenly all the memories flooded back. She saved the boy, at the cost of taking the hit from the car herself.

Yes, child. Your deed was indeed that of heroism. A deed needed to be completed on one's coming of age in order to receive the grace of the Valage.

'What?'

The grace of the Valage, young one. On their thirteenth year, every heir to the throne of Valeriga must perform a task of great moral. Only then will they accept the Valage, and gain their guardian.

'I don't understand. What's going on? Who are you?'

My name is Kilala, young one.

For a small period of time, the voice was silent. So many things were speeding through Kris's brain. She felt utterly confused, with no knowledge as to what is happening to her.

Young Kristine Lorena Romero. That is the name you have known, and were raised with. But there is another you, another self you are unaware of.

'Another me?'

Yes. Let me take you back about thirteen years ago. Back to a place where you will find all the answers to your questions.

A white light blinded Kristine's eyes, and she suddenly felt like she was falling. She tried to scream but the sound wouldn't leave her lungs, and she suddenly found herself on her own too feet, dressed in a thin hospital gown.

She examined her surroundings. It resembled that of a forest of silver. The trees, plants, and even animals were silver. The leaves were decked with silver drops of liquid, and the animal's fur was covered in silver specks. Kristine suddenly realized Kilala wasn't with her.

"Kilala? Kilala, where are you?"

I am here child.

Kristine swiftly turned around and laid eyes on the creature that she had been conversing with.

Kilala resembled something Kristine saw in a book about nebulas. She was but a cloud of silver dust and particles. Kris eyed her skeptically.

"Is this your true form?"

No child it isn't. She then turned to another direction. Behold.

Kris turned and noticed a man walking towards her and Kilala.

"What if he sees us?"

Don't fret, child. He cannot see us.

"How come?"

This is but a memory we are in. This is not real.

Kristine continued to look at the man as he drew nearer. "Who is he?"

He…The apparition like being paused before continuing…is your father.

Kristine's eyes grew wide. Her..He was her….She couldn't believe it, she didn't believe it. After all these years, she was finally meeting him.

'You're not meeting him. This is just a memory, remember.'

But then the young man was close enough for Kristine to get a good look at him, and she instantly knew he was her father. It was his eyes. His eyes were the same strange silver color as hers. Kristine felt a small pang in her heart.

"My father…" were the only words that escaped her lips.

Yes, your father, and this is his story.

Instantly, there was a flash of light, and Kristine once again found herself falling. Only this time, she wasn't scared, knowing she would safely land on her feet.

This time, the two were aboard some sort of spacecraft. This time, her father wasn't the only person there. There was some sort of league of elders, or high council. Kristine didn't know what it is, but judging by the movies she's seen and the books she's read, she could tell these guys were the big fish, the top dogs. Her father was kneeling before them. He spoke.

"Elders, I come seeking guidance."

One of the five spoke, a women it appeared "State your situation, prince Salron."

'Salron…' Kris thought.

The man rose from his kneeling position.

"My father is ordering me to marry, but it is not out of love. I do not wish to marry the princess of Mukfar, even to bond our too worlds and gain Valeriga a new ally."

The Elders replied quickly, and in a stern voice the eldest said," Young prince, we have no authority over the king, you know that. He rules Valeriga and has more power than us."

"But-"

The prince was cut off by another elderly man. "Young prince, marry Mukfar's princess, it is your duty as prince to put your people before anything."

The young man looked defeated. "Yes, Elders." He dismissed himself.

Kristine followed him, closely. She took the time to observe his clothing. He wore robes of a material that looked like silk. Kristine wanted desperately to reach out and feel the soft looking fabric.

Kristine and Kilala followed Salron to what Kris assumed was his bedroom. He entered and immediately collapsed on his bed.

The room was absolutely beautiful. There was a large canopy bed, with a soft burgundy comforter, shelves upon shelves of books and gadgets, a large balcony that allowed a beautiful view of the three setting suns. And best of all, there were fish tanks inserted into the walls, like ones you see at the zoo. In them were the most exotic looking fish Kristine had ever seen. Now she never studied marine biology, but she did have experience with Animal Planet and was sure those fish couldn't be found on earth.

The part of the fish tank that would have normally been glass was quite unusual. Instead of glass, there was some gooey looking substance preventing the fish and water to spill out. It was clear as glass, and Kristine wondered if her hand would go through it.

Kris turned back to her father, only to see the young man sitting on the bed, packing several of his things. She had been so engrossed in the room she hadn't noticed his actions.

He closed what was presumably his suitcase and turned to a little cage on his nightstand. In it was an odd creature. Kris had never seen anything like it. It was small and pink and it flew around he cage like some sort of canary. She was even more disturbed when her father started speaking to it.

"I'm sorry Izzo, but I have to go." The small creature emitted a whizzing sound that resembled a whimper.

"I just can't stay here and let my father force me into something that could ruin my life. I'll miss you."

Once again, Kristine was falling. She was starting to feel nauseous from all the movement.

'I'm getting really sick of this.'

Next this she knew, Kris was aboard a small transport pod. It was very cramped and very shaky. She toppled over a seat and quickly strapped herself in.

Kilala was next to her, having no trouble at all staying immobile.

Kris eyed the pilot's seat and recognized Salron's form. But that wasn't the only thing she recognized. Looking out the window she saw a planet she recognized very much.

' I recognize it alright.'

It was Earth. Kristine turned to Kilala.

"It all makes sense now, he's going to crash in Spain, meet my mother and fall in love."

Kristine's vision went black again as it originally was. She could no longer see Kilala, but she could hear her.

Do you understand now? You are half Valerigian, more importantly, heir to the throne. When Salron was young, it was decided if he were ever to have a daughter, her name would be Evylie. You are Evylie, Princess of Valeriga.

'But what happened to Salron? Where is he now?'

Shortly after his marriage to Maria Romero, his father located him and he was taken back to Valeriga. He was then disowned and exiled, never to be seen again.

'But he's still alive? He's still out there somewhere?'

Possibly. I do not know.

It grew quiet for a while. Things were coming together for Kristine. Why she was an orphan, why she never knew who her father was, why she was so different. It made sense to her now.

'What about Valergia? Where is it now?'

I do not know, child. But one day, you will find your true home, and you will rise to the throne, as Queen of Valergia.

'What about you? What will you do?'

You have done your deed at the designated time; therefore I will remain with you as your valage, and train you to master your abilities.

'Abilities?'

The spirit let out a small giggle. You will find the powers of the Valergian race to be quite useful. Especially those of royal blood.

'Sweet. Kilala, will I ever get to see you, I mean like for real?'

In due time my young princess, in due time. But for now, it is time for you to return to your world. Take this, as a sign that you have accepted Kilala as your Valage.

A necklace materialized in front of Kristine. It was a black chain with a small pendant on it. The pendant was a creature that resembled a black snake, but it had two red wings on its back. She slipped it around her neck.

Goodbye, princess. I will be seeing you soon.

Kristine shot straight up on the hospital bed, gasping for air. Had it all just been a dream? Cautiously she reached to her neck and felt for a necklace. It was there. Suddenly, everything was sinking in. She wasn't full human, she had strange powers, her father may be alive. It was overwhelming!

'Ok, breathe Romero, breath.'

The young girl heard humming by the doorway and turned her head. A rather large nurse walked in carrying a tray of food. Upon seeing Kris she gasped, dropped the tray and ran down the hospital hallway screaming for a 'Doctor Harrington'.

Kristine sweat dropped and wondered if her face was screwed up. She glanced at he reflection in the T.V. and saw nothing out of place.

'Retard nurse.'

She glanced at the clock on the hospital nightstand. It was 1:46 in the morning. Goddamn. Kris heard fast paced footsteps heading toward her open door. Gasping for air, a man who appeared to be in his mid thirties appeared at her door.

"Kri-Kristine breath Romero?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh, my. I can't believe you're up! This is incredible," he said as he immediately began examining her body. "We weren't expecting you to be out of you're comma for months, maybe even years!"

Somehow, Kris wasn't too shocked about this news. She just turned to look at the wall in front of her. She figured Kilala did something to wake her up. No one but her knew about Kilala, and she was going to keep it that way.

"Anyways," the doctor continued," you have a few visitors in the lobby waiting for you."

"A few?" Kris figured Geoffrey would be there, but who the hell else?

"Yes, two, actually. A mister Geoffrey Fergerson and the man who hit you, Bruce Wayne."

"WHAT!"

Harrington looked terrified, but continued,"Y-Yeah, it was his car who hit you. I was shocked too. The Bruce Wayne actually hit someone. Hm. He's paying your hospital ill, you know." He said this while hiding behind his clipboard.

Now this got Kris shocked.

'What are the odds….' She thought.

"Well anyways, I'll send the two up right now." He walked away mumbling something about miracles.

Kris looked to the ceiling. This was just weird. Being a smart girl, she was fully aware of how different her life is going to be, but one thing she did know, no matter what she'd always be alone.

OKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOK! Goooood chapter yall! Now, I know Kris didn't actually talk to Brucie boy, but at least we found out who hit her right? Heh heh. Well, please review! Thnx! Muah!