"Have you located them yet?" Arceus approached Palkia anxiously.

"Not quite, that Spacial Explosion tampered with them, making it difficult to find them." Palkia answered solemnly. "It caused several tears in space, so I must repair those first before I can get a clear sense of their presence location."

"I see... but... do you know if-"

"They're alive? Yes, I am positive they are. While I can't pinpoint them, their spacial matter is still intact. Although... that still begs the question of how on earth they survived in the first place?" Palkia pondered.

"It's because of the protective aura I gave them." Arceus responded. "I hadn't expected this to happen so soon, but I was well aware of the chance that it would happen at all. I didn't want to risk leaving them unprotected should I not be able to intervene."

"It's a good thing you did." Palkia sighed. "I just hope they can survive on their own until I can find them..."

"Uuhhgg... where am I?" A young girl woke up in front of an old looking building. It was very large and fancy looking, but there were a few cracks in the walls and chipped paint, the walkway was beaten and some of the tiles were dislodged, and the grass was starting to brown and had clumps missing. Suddenly, a stout lady in a plain white gown came rushing out towards her.

"Dear child! What are you doing here? Where are your parents?" She said, kneeling down to the girls height.

"I-I... I have parents?" The girl asked, looking confused.

"You... don't remember?" The lady asked, her thick brows squeezing her eyes.

"No... I dont remember anything..." The girl answered, beginning to tear up. The lady smiled with a sinister grin across her face.

"Well, lucky for you, this here is an orphanage for children without parents." She said. "We'll take good care of you."

The lady brought her inside the house, and shoved her into a room where there were other kids making toys.

"Grab a seat. Take some supplies. And start building." The lady's once sweet voice turned sour and cold. The little girl was confused by this sudden shift in attitude, but since she didn't know what else to do, she made her way over to a table and sat down. Some of the kids looked up, but none of them attempted conversation whatsoever, and some purposely shunned her. There was a box filled with wood and plastic beside her seat, and it looked like some of them fit together. She looked around at what everyone else was doing, and tried to copy them. She decided to build a toy boat that one of the kids beside her was just starting to make. He grabbed a wooden semi circle with a hole drilled in the middle, and she did the same. He then grabbed a plastic cylinder, put some glue on the bottom, and stuck it inside the drilled hole. She had some trouble at first, but eventually got it to stick inside the base.

"Hey! Make your own toy!" The little boy yelled at her. The girl was surprised at his outburst.

"But I-I don't know how..." She replied quietly.

"What are you, stupid or something?" He challenged.

"N-No! I j-just... it's..."

"Whatever, loser! Just mind your own business." The boy huffed, then he got up and moved to a different table. Tears started to well in the girls eyes. She tried to fight them back, and finished working on her boat. She noticed that when the other kids were done their toys, they put them in a box on their other side from the supplies box. She put her completed boat into the box, and then started working on a different toy.

After everyone used up all their supplies, they marched in unison to another room where they were served a pitiful meal for dinner that barely tamed the girl's hunger. After that, the kids were filtered by sex to two other rooms where they slept. One for boys, and one for girls. The room was lined with old broken bunk beds, with barely enough room to walk between. The girl tried to find an empty one, and climbed in the bottom. Soon after, she found herself face down on the dirty hardwood floor.

"That's my bed! Newbies sleep at the back of the room!" The other girl thrust her hand towards the more broken bunks with some of the top beds hanging down on one side. There were some screws lying on the floor from the metal frames that came loose, and some splinters in the floor sticking up from being struck by a strong force. The little girl chose the safest looking bed out of those, and crawled in the thin sheets. The stout lady who the kids seemed to call the 'Headmistress' came by and shut off the lights, but the little girl couldn't fall asleep. She was so afraid, confused, and upset, that she just sat there staring at the underside of the top bunk and silently cried, wishing that she could go somewhere better.