Hi! Omega here. A few years ago, I attempted to write a novelization of Pokémon: Sun called Light of Alola. But that story wasn't very well received. After years of contemplation and examining the story further, I have decided to try again. As before, it will be the story of the original game. But this time I've added a few new additions. For one thing, the main characters are a little older. And I've decided to give this story a "T" rating, for now. Well, I guess there's nothing left to say but enjoy. And now, Omegastar327 proudly presents Pokémon: Light of Alola Revised.

Prologue

I shouldn't be afraid. Those were the words she kept repeating to herself as she walked down the familiar white hallways. It wasn't long before that walk transformed into a sprint, and that sprint into a run, seemingly proving her mantra wrong.

I shouldn't be afraid, she told herself again. But she noted that each time she said that to herself, the less she believed it.

She had to admit, it took a lot of courage to do what she just did. Even she couldn't believe what she was doing the minute the plan formulated in her head. But courage and fearlessness were two different things.

After all, it was because of fear that she stole a pass key and broke into that lab. It was because of fear that she took Nebby, as she so affectionately called it, out of its containment vessel. And it was because of fear that, after seeing what was going to happen to it, that she defied the will of the company that had been in her family for decades. Not to mention her own mother.

But what choice did she have? Very few knew about the darkness of this so called "paradise," but those that did… well, they were unlikely to come forward. Probably didn't want to stain the Foundation's reputation.

Still, there were a few that could recognize the evil occurring in the heart of the place she once cherished so. There was Wicke, for one thing. But as much as she was grateful for her help, the girl knew better than to rely on her to say anything. Oh sure, she opposed what her mother and Faba were doing, but with a husband who died some years ago and two toddler girls depending on her, speaking out wasn't something she could afford to do.

Then there was Gladion.

He probably knew more than anyone about what really happened in the labs below.

I can't let them keep doing this, she remembered him saying.

You don't know what they're doing for sure, she'd said back.

But he'd turned around to face her and snapped, Two of them are already dead! If I don't save this one… our family is supposed to protect Pokémon, not hurt them!

That's not what she's doing! But she had never known her brother to tell a lie about anything.

Don't believe me? Go down there yourself sometime!

Stepping onto the triangle-shaped platform, she recalled that last conversation with him forlornly. He'd sounded so scared, so desperate. She'd never seen him like this before. Gladion had always been so strong, so brave.

It was like he'd become someone else entirely.

I'm leaving, he'd said. Tonight.

What? she'd asked, in disbelief.

I'm taking Null and getting far away from here as I can.

Where will you go?

I don't know, and I don't care. Anywhere's better than here.

She would have appreciated it if the memory had stopped there.

But instead, it continued.

Come with me? he'd asked.

Her head had told her to do it, to go with her brother, to escape… this.

But her heart…

I can't. This is my home. This all we've known.

But it doesn't have to be.

She couldn't remember much else; she was too busy trying to stop herself from crying at the memory. As much as she missed her brother, she couldn't afford to have those feelings of sentimentality now.

But the memory of her last moment with him was still etched into her mind like carved letters on a tree or paint on a canvas.

Instead of getting angry at her, as their mother so often did for so much as even breathing too loudly, he'd hugged her the tightest he ever had, and whispered to her, we shouldn't be afraid.

Then had turned and ran. That was the last time she ever saw him.

She remembered she couldn't sleep a wink that night. And it wasn't because of the alarm signaling his theft and ultimately, his departure.

It was because of the knowledge that if she went to sleep, she would wake up knowing that Gladion, her kind, brave, wise-beyond-his-years older brother would not be there again.

And for the past three years, she'd thought back on his last words to her-We shouldn't be afraid-and wondered what they meant. Ever since their father disappeared and their mother… well, changed, fear was all she had ever known.

But looking back, she realized what he had truly meant.

He had said, we shouldn't be afraid.

But he probably meant to say, we shouldn't have to be afraid.

And he was absolutely right.

No one should have to be afraid of their own parent. No one should have to feel like a prisoner in their own home. And no one should have to run away from their problems like this.

And yet, all these scenarios described her perfectly. Save one.

She didn't like to think of this as running away. She preferred to think of it as helping a friend.

Or, more accurately, saving a friend's life.

She still remembered that day.

Nebby had been found on the exact day her father had gone missing, and in the exact same spot no less. Any outsider to the family may have dismissed it as coincidence, a mere side effect of an experiment gone wrong.

She didn't know what it was, exactly. But instantly, she felt drawn to the little puffball, who reminded her of a cloud in space she'd read about once.

Maybe that's why she named it Nebby. Even if her father disappeared, she could still care for another the way he had always taught her.

To her, Nebby or Cosmog, as Faba named it, was a pet, a new addition to the family. A friend.

Gladion never thought much about it, other than the fact that it was connected to their father's disappearance.

But to their mother…

She remembered the inciting incident that led her to finally turn against her in the first place.

It had happened the afternoon before.

She had overheard her mother talking to Faba about the experiments in the basement lab. The experiments Gladion insisted were really happening. She could still clearly hear the conversation through her mother's office door.

"We've analyzed Cosmog's genetic make-up", Faba said in that high, nasally, condescending voice of his. Even though he had been her father's closest friend, and best man at his wedding, she and Gladion never liked him.

"And?" Her mother had said, her voice softer but harsher as well.

"It's as we've suspected, Madam President. The energy surrounding it is identical to that of the Ultra Wormholes."

She couldn't quite see her mother's face through the door to her office, but somehow, she could tell the woman was smiling.

I knew you wouldn't let me down, Faba.

She continued, rising from the expensive, mahogany, hand carved desk, imported all the way from Kalos.

"We've found much more than that," Faba reported.

"Oh?"

The man cleared his throat.

"In addition to having passed through an Ultra Wormhole, we've discovered that Cosmog has the power to generate them."

If her mother had ever been excited about anything since her husband's disappearance, it was usually anything having to do with the Ultra Wormhole, or the Ultra Beasts, or Ultra Space in general for that matter.

"How?!" She could barely contain her glee.

Faba stroked that small, blond goatee of his.

"My study has confirmed that when it is subjected to severe physical or mental stress, it can open an Ultra Wormhole to escape its pain."

She gasped at the word "pain," but covered her mouth so as not to give herself away.

"Can we find a way to control that?" Her mother asked.

"I believe it's possible. My department is already begun developing a device that can simulate the feelings of intense physical pain in Pokémon. But there is one caveat."

Her mother crossed her arms, impatient.

"We've studied it further and if Cosmog is made to use its power on a large scale, well, there is a chance it could die."

Her mouth went dry. Her mother couldn't. She wouldn't.

Would she?

"Do you have a problem with that?" Her mother asked.

"No," Faba answered. "But we could learn more from Cosmog alive. I believe further study could allow us to open multiple—"

"I only need to use its power once!"

"But—"

Her mother slammed the wood on her desk.

"Don't forget, I made you what you are today. I gave you all the resources you needed, the connections to establish branches in other regions, I even let you use my husband's lab after he vanished."

"F-forgive me, Madam President, I only meant—"

She had never heard Faba stutter before.

"Fail, and you'll be back where you started, teaching high school chemistry in Lacunosa Town."

"Actually, it was high school physics."

"Whatever. My point stands. Proceed with these experiments or you'll be nothing, like you were before you met my husband."

"Yes, Madam President."

Her mother began to walk away from the desk, her hips swaying as they usually did lately.

"You must realize, of course, that I need to analyze Cosmog's DNA further. To determine what is painful to it. And unfortunately, I've run out of samples."

Her mother scoffed. "A minor setback. I know where to get more."

She gasped once again, not even bothering to cover her mouth this time.

"You know your daughter will object to this."

"So let her! It's time my precious little flower learns that nothing in Aether Paradise truly belongs to her."

She didn't want to hear anymore.

She ran as fast as she ever had in her life, looking in every door in the mansion.

"Nebby?" She called many times. Each time more frantic than the last.

It liked to hide all over the house. In earlier times she had enjoyed playing hide and seek with Nebby. Now she regretted that she ever taught it that game.

"Nebby?!" She had called out again, in what had to be the only room she didn't check yet.

She had begun to hyperventilate. Was she too late?

To her great relief, her question was answered with a simple sound.

"Pew!"

She looked down to see the blue, black, and purple Pokémon hopping out from behind a chair Gladion would sit in before he left. His old bedroom, she supposed. Next to her bedroom, it liked coming in her the most.

Sighing, she knelt down, hugging it.

"Come on," she said. "I'm getting you out of here."

"Pew?" it cried questioningly.

"I mean it," she responded, firmly. "It's not safe for you here. You need to get out of here! We both do!"

"I'm sorry to say that neither of you are going anywhere," a frighteningly familiar voice said.

She was almost too afraid to turn around. Yet turn she did.

Facing her was the last person she wanted to be caught by.

"Mother!"

Her mother just glared at her, as if she committed a murder.

"Hmph! A bold move. Foolish, but bold," she said.

The girl trembled at the sound of her mother's words.

"Now hand over Cosmog, dear," she continued.

"No!" she cried, defiantly, the Pokémon still in her arms. "I heard what you and Faba said. I won't let you hurt Nebby!"

"'Nebby?'" her mother inquired, almost amused.

"It's a Pokémon, it doesn't have a name."

"Yes, it does! I gave it one."

Her mother narrowed her eyes. Then she advanced on her slowly.

"Listen to me, you stubborn ungrateful girl. That Pokémon is property of the Aether Foundation. Therefore, by extension, it belongs to me. Keeping it from me makes you little more than a thief."

"It doesn't belong to you! Or anyone else!"

She held Nebby tighter.

"Nebby is a living being! Not an experiment!"

Her mother groaned. She was clearly getting bored. And angry.

"I won't ask you again," she warned. "Give me Cosmog."

It took all of her determination to get the next word out.

"No!"

For a while, her mother did nothing. And she almost expected to stay that way.

How foolish she was for thinking that.

Her mother had stepped closer to the point there was no space between them at all.

She wasn't quite sure what to expect.

But it certainly wasn't her mother's hand connecting with her face, knocking her to the floor and Nebby out of her grip.

"Pew!" it cried out in concern. But its attempt to hop over to the girl was halted by a beautiful, yet cruel hand.

The girl looked up to see her mother grabbing it by the two earlike extensions protruding from its head.

Wincing at the pain from the slap, she looked up at the woman who had struck her, looking for any sign of pity or an effort of apology.

Instead, she only saw a look of pure disdain. And the words that followed were the cruelest her mother ever said.

"How ugly."

How ugly. The words echoed in her ears again and again, no matter how many times she tried to forget them. It was more painful than the bruise she still had on her left cheek. At least that would heal.

That had been the last straw. She wouldn't dare run to Faba or anyone else in the compound. Her mother's grip on the Foundation was very strong. And no one was willing to believe that a woman who seemingly dedicated her life to philanthropy would dare strike a sixteen-year-old girl, much less her own daughter.

Almost no one, at least.

Wicke, predictably, was the only one who would listen. The only one who would believe her story.

And believe she did.

In addition, she was also the only one willing to help.

Go to Akala Island, she'd said. Find a woman named Professor Burnet. She's a friend of mine. She and her husband will be able to help you.

She repeated the woman's advice for what had to be the eleventh time that morning.

She hadn't been outside of her family's private island much. But she reasoned that finding this Professor Burnet would be easier than escaping.

Or so she thought.

A loud siren rang through the hallway. It was so loud she felt that her eardrums might explode.

No, no, she thought. Not now, not when I'm so close.

She was so certain that she had been careful.

Not careful enough, it seemed.

In a panic, she pressed a button on the elevator taking it up.

Clutching the duffel bag she took from her brother's room, she stood as still as possible.

In a minute, it would all be over. She would be in…

The conservation area?

"No," she said softly, not caring who might hear her. She was good as caught anyway.

In her haste, she figured she must have hit the wrong button.

A mistake she would pay dearly for.

But then again, maybe not.

Looking around the large room filled with bridges spanning over various artificial habitats, she seemed to recall hearing something about an emergency exit.

Perhaps she could get away after all.

Stepping slowly off the triangular platform, the girl walked as quietly as she knew how.

It wasn't a matter of being heard, she reminded herself. It was a matter of being seen.

The way she was dressed, she stuck out like a sore thumb.

The large hat was especially a dead giveaway.

Where was that hatch, anyway?

"Hey!" a male voice shouted.

She looked back. Behind her was man in a white uniform and hat with a grim expression on his face. Another man soon joined him, and both brought out a pokéball.

Throwing them into the air, they released two large, yellow, wasplike Pokémon.

Beedrill, she remembered them being called. She had no time remember whether she was right before both flew after her, buzzing menacingly.

"We found her," one of the men said into a walkie-talkie. "She's in the conservation area."

Not stopping to look back, the girl ran around one corner to the next, both trainers and Pokémon pursuing her.

She thought she might have been getting close when…

"Stop!" another white-uniformed guard said. This one had a larger Bug-type by his side. A big purple one, that while wingless, looked just as menacing as the two Beedrill behind her.

This one she didn't know. But she didn't want to find out.

"We've got you surrounded," the leader said. "Just give us the bag, and we'll let you go."

Give Nebby back to them? Give it back to…her?

"Never!"

"Have it your way," the man said. He turned to the Pokémon at his right side.

"Scolipede, Venoshock."

The Pokémon, or Scolipede, as it was apparently called, pointed its horns at her, glowing purple.

She wasn't sure how, but a stream of foul-smelling purple fluid shot out like a bullet.

The girl closed her eyes waiting for the inevitable collision.

But it never hit her. And she never saw where or what it hit.

Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was a bright light.

She thought it might have been the rising sun. But she never saw the sunrise have even the slightest hint of azure.

Suspicious, she looked down. And to her surprise, the light was emanating from the bag.

And it wasn't just azure, but indigo, violet, and colors she didn't know how to describe.

She closed her eyes, somehow knowing she would be out of danger soon.

It had been a good two hours since the theft of the subject and escape of the thief.

"You're telling me," Faba addressed the three Foundation employees. "That you let a girl who has never picked up a pokéball get away with the key to our experiments?"

The three nodded.

"And you call yourselves Pokémon trainers. An infant could do a better job than you three."

"We're sorry, Mr. Faba," the leader of the trio said.

"That's 'Branch Chief Faba,' to you."

The three guards rolled their eyes, though he pretended he didn't notice. How he hated it when his subordinates referred to him as anything but "Branch Chief," or "Branch Manager." It always made him feel… unimportant.

"And be fortunate you're only answering to me. Why imagine if the president were here. What would she say?"

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" another voice interrupted.

His eyes widening, (Of course, thanks to those large glasses of his, they already looked wide.) Faba looked back at the familiar presence behind him.

"Madam President!" he practically shrieked. "Good morning. And may I say how regal you look today. Yes, the beauty of a Milotic is nothing compared to—"

"Get to the point, Faba," she said, clearly tired of his sycophancy.

Faba cleared his throat, trying to think of a way to break the news without angering her.

"I regret to inform you that the girl escaped… with Cosmog."

The president, Lusamine, raised an eyebrow.

"And instead of trying to cover it up, you decided to the honest thing for once and come clean."

Faba gulped. "Yes, Ma'am."

She walked past him, her dainty hand brushing his shoulder.

"That honesty may have just saved your position here, Faba."

Already, his sweat was beginning to dry.

"You're not going to fire me?" he asked, hopefully.

"No. What happened here this morning was unforeseen. Even you would have been powerless to stop it."

But then she looked at the three employees who had let the thief escape.

"However, it's becoming apparent that incompetence is becoming commonplace."

She pointed to them.

"All three of you are fired."

If they were upset, they didn't show it. They just left without a single objection.

As soon as they were alone, Lusamine looked back to Faba.

"How much were you able to extract?" she asked.

Faba looked out over habitat of Staryu and Starmie.

"Not enough to get sufficient data. But I think we can replicate it."

She joined him.

"How would you do that?"

Faba let out a small chuckle.

"I would test subjects for one. If Cosmog is what we think it is, combining its DNA with genetic material from other Pokémon may be essential."

He walked toward the elevator.

"Tell me, Madam President, have you been in touch with our friend from Po Town?"

Lusamine continued staring at the habitats that had been built so long ago.

"You suggest using them? If word got out, we were dealing with them, no one in Alola would trust us again."

"I know. But who has to know? We 'rescue' the Pokémon they steal, and they are brought here to recover. This way, there's no risk involved."

Faba didn't have to see Lusamine's face to know she approved.

"So, either way, we benefit from this. We get test subjects from them in addition to our reputation remaining intact. I like it."

"I'm glad to hear that."

The sound of the president's heels echoed throughout the conservation area.

"As for Cosmog," she said, contempt growing in her voice. "Have them keep an eye out for it as well along with that little traitor. They may have eluded me for now. But Alola is a small region."

She clenched her fist so tightly; she could feel her nails breaking the skin of her palm.

"They won't be able to hide from me forever."

It was like any other day. The sun rose in the morning, the moon vanishing at the same time.

Walking along the beach had always been a favorite pastime of Professor Burnet's.

Well, she was mostly there to collect data on a space distortion that had been detected in the area, but still. She could multitask.

It was nice day, she decided.

Almost perfect, even.

The bird Pokémon singing on the breeze. The gentle sound of the waves crashing against the shore. The peaceful picture of a girl unconscious on the sand.

"What the—"

She took another look and saw indeed a teenage girl slumped on beach, the waves soaking her entire body.

A shipwreck survivor? Or was she even that?

There was one way to be sure.

Burnet, dropping the small handheld device she'd brought with her, ran over to the girl quickly.

She appeared to be no older than sixteen, with light blonde hair, fair skin, a dress she couldn't imagine anyone that age wearing, and a large, floppy hat.

"Oh my God!" she said, in disbelief.

She tried shaking her, gently.

"Are you alright?"

The girl continued to be unresponsive. Was it possible she was…?

Then her eyelids fluttered. She was alive after all.

The girl shot up, her bright green eyes looking around.

"Where is it?" she asked, her voice taking on an edge of panic.

She stood up, almost losing her balance in the process.

"Where is it?" she repeated.

"Have you lost something?" Burnet asked.

The girl looked to her.

"Maybe I can help."

"It's a bag," the girl said.

"Uh…" Burnet was confused. Surely this girl could get another one.

"What does it look like?" she asked, not wanting to distress her even further.

"Well, its- oh, there it is."

She reached down into the shallows, pulling a white duffel bag with a pokéball insignia on each side out of the water.

She unzipped the bag, looking inside. Her face was a mix of relief and worry, if such a thing was possible.

"How did you get here?" Burnet asked. "And for that matter, what's in the bag?"

"I don't have time to explain!" the girl cried. "I'm looking for someone."

"Who?"

"Her name is Professor Burnet."

Burnet laughed. "Then you don't have to look to hard."

The girl looked toward her hopefully.

"You know her?"

Burnet smiled. "I am her."

For the first time since meeting her, she could see the girl smile a little.

"Alola!" She waved her hands in the traditional greeting her husband had taught her.

"Excuse me?" the girl asked.

"Oh, that's just how we greet each other here."

She put her arms to her sides.

"Now who might you be?"

"Hm? Oh! Right."

The girl unzipped the bag further.

"My name is Lillie. And I need your help"

Burnet looked in the bag and was amazed by what she saw.

Phew. Sorry if that seemed a little long, but then again, the tutorial for the game was longer than most Pokémon games. So begins my rewrite of Light of Alola. I decided to just start the story from Lillie's POV and shift it toward that of my OC next chapter. All in all, not much happened here. But I did give Lusamine's abuse of her daughter a bit of an upgrade. And in addition to that, this chapter does establish the villain very clearly. (I know it's a spoiler to people who haven't played the games, but who here hasn't?) One last thing: this story based on the original Sun & Moon games, not the Ultra remakes. I always felt the originals had a better story. That being said, I may include a few elements from the Ultra remakes if I can find a place for them later on. Read and review.