Me: Here we go, sooner than expected I hope, but its only because I didn't need all that much info for this chapter, just a few Pokémon that I designed easily, and I have the first town sorted for if they get there too, so… *shrug* Anyway, here we go!

Chapter 2

"Now now, kid, don't even think of finishing that attack." The man said, spotting Holly was trying to form a Flamethrower – something she wasn't all that used to doing. Holly gritted her teeth, having been praying the man wouldn't notice her clumsy attempt, before putting it out, not wanting to risk the near stranger girl's safety. The man's smirk just grew. "What luck, I find three escapees at once! The boss will be pleased!"

"Like we're letting you take us to your stupid boss!" Nathen snapped, fists clenched, barely stopping himself from forming aura around his hands to throw at the man holding his best friend hostage right in front of them.

"Feisty one. Looks like you have a number of implants, my boy. Look, if you want your little girlfriend to come out of this alive, then you will come with me. If you want her to die, then fight back, I don't really have objections either way." The man said in an arrogant tone, that annoying smirk still present on his face. Nathen's fist clenched tighter, nails digging into his palms through the material of his gloves, flames threatening to light up beneath the part that covered his wrist. He didn't want Gemma hurt, but there was no way he was going to let this man take them to the leader of the team that had caused her so much misery, and caused him a great deal of shit too. He looked to Holly, she was looking pretty angry too, but she didn't know Gemma, she likely didn't even know who this man belonged to, even if somewhere in her past she had been one of their many experiments.

Holly felt a pendant around her neck begin to shake. It was a white stone on a golden chain, a 'lucky pendant' was what she always told people. She gripped it quickly and muttered something to it, and soon it calmed down, settling to a complete stop. She sighed in relief.

Gemma whimpered, the ice felt extremely cold to her, her body normally so warm due to her implant, but her outer body wasn't warm enough to melt the ice as it pressed to her pale, freckled neck, she couldn't defend herself, not even against an ice type! Why must she be so useless? She was intrigued when she saw Holly preparing that attack before, and wondered what Pokémon she was implanted with, but knew now was not the time for thinking about things like that, she should just be grateful she was a fire type. Surely with three Fire types, they could beat this guy, right?

Oh god what if I do die? I saw my parents today… I saw them, gave them hope I was… alive… what if I die? She thought, tears welling in her eyes, Nothing is going right! Nothing is working how it was supposed to! Why can't I escape my past for even a single day?

"Nathen, what do we do?" Holly whispered. Nathen's teeth were gritted, and he spoke through them.

"I don't know… this guy is serious, I can tell… any other day three fire types like us could take him down easy… but he's got Gemma… and that dagger is still plenty enough to kill her, ice or not…"

"How do you know he's not bluffing?" Holly asked. Nathen looked at her out of the corner of his eye with a hard stare.

"Believe me; these people do not bluff… I have seen what these people and their somewhat allies can do… they don't stop at anything to get what they want…" He hissed, fists clenching tighter. He was trying to suppress the aggressive side of him, he didn't want to end up being the cause of Gemma's death or injury, but it was hard when all he wanted to do was tear the stupid man to shreds.

Gemma tried to think of a safe way to get out of the man's grip, a safe way to save herself, but nothing was coming into her head. She couldn't do anything, she felt so weak. So helpless. The tears in her eyes began to flow, and pitiful sobs broke through her lips. The man started to laugh loudly hearing this, an icy sound.

"The little girl's crying! Oh how pathetic! I've never known us to choose such a wimp!" The man cackled. Gemma continued to sob pitifully, but a new emotion was rising in her. A wimp? A wimp? They were the ones that made her this way and he had the nerve to call her a wimp? Sure he didn't know her circumstances, but she was not letting someone who belonged to the damn team who caused her all this shit get away with that.

Heat began to build beneath her skin, at the temporary sacrifice of more of her eyesight, and soon enough she could feel the ice cold water running down her neck, soon being evaporated before it even reached her collarbone. The man didn't seem to notice this, but Nathen must have because soon the gritted teeth separated, and were replaced with a relieved expression. The man was obviously confused by this change of face. Then, he felt the ice warming up in his hand, and the handle becoming lighter and thinner. When he looked, he saw the melting dagger was all but gone, and Gemma's tears had all evaporated and left red marks from the salty water behind. Soon after, his hands became too warm to be comfortable for his ice type nature, and he let out a loud hiss of pain, letting her go.

"Gemma!" Nathen called. Gemma stumbled for a moment, a little dazed from the heat she had pushed through her blood, and soon fell straight back into Nathen's arms. He wrapped them around her quickly, and helped her stand up straight, allowing her to lean against him, and then looked up at the man.

"My god…" The man muttered.

"You're the pathetic one here, your whole team is, Blizzopard." Nathen said, guessing quickly at which Pokémon he was merged with. The Blizzopard human snarled.

"We will win one day, boy; we're stronger than any average trainer. We're much stronger." He said in his ever arrogant voice, eyes hard.

"How are you strong, really?-!" Holly piped in, "You attack defenceless people and turn them into freaks of nature? I don't know as much about you as these two must do, but I see what you are, you're cowards! You're just as bad as every other team out there, if not worse!"

"One day you'll see it our way. One day everyone will be under out rule." The Blizzopard man said, before fired a Blizzard attack, making it impossible to see where he was going to run, and then took off.

"Heat Wave!" Holly ordered herself from within the snowy wind, releasing the wave of extreme warmth and melting the blizzard only moments after the man made his getaway. Neither of the three even let off a shiver.

"N-Nathen…" Gemma whimpered, looking up at him. He lifted her up into his arms now, sending a calming aura though her. She relaxed against his chest, the heat pulsing through her calming down considerably, sending her to an almost normal temperature.

"Is she okay?" Holly asked, peering at her. Gemma smiled at her.

"She should be. He didn't hurt her at all; she's just not used to using the amount of heat, not when it's not in an attack at least." Nathen explained, then looking back to his friend, "Well done… you saved yourself this time, 'ey? You're no damsel in distress, are you?" Gemma giggled a little.

"I guess not… I… I just got angry when he called me a wimp, you know… after all they put me through…" She cut herself off, not wanting to think about it again, "Sorry for running off like I did… I thought I'd gotten past that…"

"It was my fault, Gem. I forgot." Nathen said with a shake of his head, "But don't worry, you don't have to see it again, okay? And we're going to steer clear of that guy who just grabbed you."

"Not to burst your bubble, guys, but won't that guy now go and report him finding us to his boss?" Holly suggested.

"Shit… he will… we really didn't need to be discovered this soon… um… we need to find somewhere to rest for a couple of hours now, I believe we all have explaining to do." Nathen cursed before quickly changing the subject from their impending discovery by the very people they wanted to avoid.

"Can we… go to… my parents?"

This request shocked the boy carrying the short eleven year old, and he looked to her with confused eyes. Gemma looked back up at him, with a small smile.

"It's just… I want them to know I'm okay… I don't wanna die and have them not know I was alive in the first place… plus… Existence… they don't know where my parents live… they found me in a wood…" She lightly fiddled with the burnt skin around her wrists, and Nathen quickly looked around for her wrist bands.

"That's a great idea, Gemma. You should see them." He said, still scanning for her bands. Holly tapped him on the shoulder and shook them in his face, before handing them to Gemma, who thanked her and placed them back on over her burnt wrists. "You're welcome to come, Holly. You're as much in this as us."

"Do you think I could… maybe travel with you too? I don't know anyone here; I came here alone to find out about my own past…" The red headed girl replied. Nathen nodded.

"That would be fine. It could be one hectic journey for you now though."

"It would be anyway since they saw me, I must have something to do with them if you two do, and I'm like you." Holly said, giving a little sigh, "I never expected to find out anything so soon, I should be relieved, but I'm not…"

"We can explain everything we feel comfortable with doing so whilst at Gemma's parents' home." Nathen said, patting her shoulder. Holly nodded at him, brushing her hair over her shoulders again and adjusting her bag. She patted the 'lucky charm' around her neck, and smiled a little.

"You can put me down, Nate… I need to show you the way." Gemma said. Nathen nodded, and gently set her on her feet, grabbing her waist as she stumbled a little, then letting go when she got her bearings. Gemma grabbed his hand, and Holly's wrist, and with a last look behind her, as if feeling she was being watched, she turned and ran back toward town.

~X~X~X~

A Small Home, Budbloom Town…

"Was that really her, Markus?" The woman who spotted Gemma earlier said to her husband as she paced around the room of their little home. Her brunette hair was short, a classic motherly cut, and she had blue eyes, framed by glasses. The man sighed, shrugging his shoulders, his hair was a stress induced grey colour, and his eyes were grey.

"I don't know, Carol, I don't know… we've had so many false alarms…" Markus said. The motherly woman, Carol, looked at her feet as she tried to busy herself, walking to a cabinet and pulling out some Pokémon food. A Pokémon walked into the room, hearing the rattle of the food. It let out a happy bark.

It was a tall, humanoid figure that's about 7ft in height. Its main body is covered in charcoal coloured fur, but on its chest you can see that there are tough muscles beneath it. It has paws for feet, but humans' hands with claws for nails as hands. Its snout is longer than its previous forms, but still not too long, and the fur on the back of its head is the most ragged, a lot like long human hair. Its eyes are deep red and can see clearly. Its ears are red, and the tips resemble fire. Its fur is extremely ragged, and its tail is made out of a bright burning flame, and it has flames around its ankles and wrists. One eye has a white smoky cloud around it. This Pokémon is the final form of Embolf, Infernolf.

But when it saw the look on its owner's faces and sensed the atmosphere, it frowned a bit, letting out a confused bark of its name.

"It's nothing, boy, just eat up." Carol said as she poured a bowl of Pokémon food for him and put it on the table. He was too big to eat on the floor. He sat at one of the chairs and literally began wolfing it down, and yes, that pun was very badly intended. "I hope she comes here if it was her… I miss her."

"We both do. But chances are, we were seeing things or made a mistake." Markus sighed.

"She looked back for just as long as we did, then ran off! What if that guy kidnapped her?-!" Carol exclaimed. Infernolf was giving shifty looks to his owners now, still eating, throwing the food casually into its mouth without even looking.

"We'll never know now, Carol. Please, leave it." Markus sighed, sitting next to his Pokémon. The unusually upbeat werewolf Pokémon slapped him on the back, but just received an annoyed grunt. He frowned.

"Fernolf…"

"Markus! We can't leave this! I know my daughter and that was her! And that boy ran off with her after she saw us! He must have kidnapped her!" Carol insisted, Markus about to reply to his wife before another voice interjected.

"No, mom, he didn't kidnap me… far from it, he saved me."

The two suddenly turned hearing this voice, and their eyes widened seeing Gemma standing in the middle of the room with Nathen on one side, gripping her hand, and Holly on the other side. Gemma waved a timid hand.

"Hi… long t-time n-no s-see, h-huh?" She stuttered out, a couple of tears in her eyes as she looked at her parents. They looked at her without words. "Y-You l-left th-the k-key w-where y-you a-always d-did…" She said, answering an unimportant silent question.

Then before another word could be said, her parents were up and hugging her tightly, neither of them letting her go. Gemma burst into happy sobs, smothered by her parent's arms again, and nuzzled close into them. Nathen and Holly smiled at the scene, though Nathen had by far the biggest smile. This was the happiest he had even seen her. He hoped that, now, she would stay just that little happier being able to stay in contact with the family she had been missing for three years, but knew that the deep running scars from the duration of those years were not going to heal up from this alone.

"Gemma! Oh my little girl!" Carol sobbed. Markus wasn't crying, but he looked like he was close to tears. They loosened their hold just a little, looking at their daughter, "It really is-is y-you… oh-oh my god… Wh-What h-happened? Wh-Where d-did you go?"

"I-I got lost… in-in the woods… s-someone found me… I… I-I c-can't s-say it-it a-all, it h-hurts t-to m-much… B-But I-I missed you…" The girl stuttered, tears still falling. Her father brushed them off her face, and ruffled her hair. Gemma giggled and squirmed. They were just the same as she remembered them. Her mother pulled her in for another hug, and then over her shoulder, she could see that her father's Infernolf, who she had also missed dearly, was looking around for someone. She gently pushed her mother away, and went towards him as he stood up.

"Olf? Infernolf? Ernolf?" When saying the final word, he strained to try and make it sound like 'Embolf?', but Gemma knew what he meant without that, and just hugged the giant Pokémon tightly, sobbing. It didn't take much for him to understand, and he hugged the small girl back. She let him go, gave him a little smile and standing on a chair (on her tip-toes) kissed the tip of his snout. He smiled.

"What brings you back? How did you get away from who found you?" Markus asked, taking his daughter's hands to let her down from the chair. She jumped down, looking up at her father.

"Nathen saved me. He found me. I escaped the person alone, but I was lost again and he found me and helped me. He's my best friend…" She looked back to her friend, and smiled sweetly, getting a smile back.

"I'm Nathen Peirce, I'm glad that she's got to see you again. She's missed you a lot, truly. I envy her having such good parents that she'd miss you so." He said. Gemma pouted at him.

"Stop smooth talking my parents, Mr. Gallant pants." She said in a childish tone. Nathen just laughed.

"Thank you for taking care of our daughter… I don't know how to ever repay you for that." Carol said.

"No need, Gemma is a nice girl, a good friend, it's been rather fun knowing her so far." Nathen said, waving a dismissive hand. Gemma ran back to him and playfully smacked him over the head.

"And now you're smooth talking me! Sheesh!" Holly sweatdropped at both of them, but giggled too, this journey would sure be fun. Gemma then turned to her parents again, "Can Nathen, Holly and I rest here for a couple of hours? We need a place to just rest up, and we need to talk about something."

"Of course you can! Stay here, tonight, it's getting late, so stay here before moving on, please. And keep in touch when you're gone." Carol said. Gemma smiled.

"I wouldn't dream of doing anything different, Mom."

~X~X~X~

Creak, Creak, Creak, Boing!

"Yay! This is so fun!" Gemma cheered as she bounced up and down on her old bed, which embarrassingly she still fit into, despite the three year age difference. She was in a long black t-shirt with a pair of red bottoms beneath it, but they're shorts and barely visible beneath the huge shirt. Nathen walked in wearing his a pair of black PJs, and sweatdropped at her as he laid out his sleeping bag. "What's that for? I'm only having fun!"

"You are such a big kid." Gemma threw a pillow a him after this comment. "Thanks, I'll keep that one."

"I am a kid, Duh! I'm only eleven, and I missed three years of my younger childhood because I couldn't be a kid! So there!" She continued to bounce. When she was a kid she always worried that when she was older she'd bang her head on her ceiling doing this… of course, at her height, she didn't. Nathen laughed.

"You're still small enough to be a kid, that's for sure." He quickly received a smack around the head from another pillow. "You want a pillow fight?"

"…Not after last time! You pummelled me!" Gemma said, bouncing on the bed still but putting the pillow down.

"Did I just hear Pillow Fight?" Holly said with a light giggle as she walked in, dressed in a pair of white PJs, with a Leafeon, Eevee, and Glaceon on the front.

"Don't encourage him, his implants make it way too easy for him to win. What're you by the way?" Gemma said, never stopping bouncing.

"Casual way to bring that up." Nathen said as he sat on his sleeping bag. Gemma smacked him with a pillow again.

"Shuddup you!"

"I'm a Blaziken, I think. I've got the wrists… and once when I went to kick something when I was younger my foot lit on fire… like a Blaze Kick." Holly said as she laid out her own bag. She took another pillow from Gemma's bed, leaving her with one, then put it on the bag. "It freaked a few people out, but nothing too bad, no one shunned me for it. A few kids thought it was really cool."

"I've only ever shown Nathen what I can do to be fair… and most of my stuff is boring… but I wouldn't have any other implant, even if I hate having one in the first place…" Gemma sighed, bouncing stopping now as she just let herself land in a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Nathen patted her knee. "There's a lot about my implant I resent, actually I resent all of it except who it brought me to…" She smiled at the older boy.

"I don't even remember when I got mine… all I know is I came from this region, but was found one day by a lady called Maya White, who I now know as my mother… I don't know who my real family is, that's why I'm here. To find out." Holly explained, "I don't want to talk about some things, though."

"None of us want to reveal everything, don't worry. Like don't ask Gemma about the incident where she ran off, and there's a great deal of my past that I don't even know too." Nathen said. "That's what comes with being forced into what I was forced into… becoming a member of something I never wanted to. Becoming an experiment and losing two of my Pokémon…"

"I was a normal girl before what happened to me… I didn't have what happened to Nathen before happen to me… he's even more on the run than I am." Gemma sighed, leaning back on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

"I'm sure we'll find out more about each other as we go along too, right? Since now we're all on the run at least from the people who're the boss of that guy…" Holly said, rubbing her eyes with a yawn. "Man I'm tired… that journey here was a long one… and I got no sleep whatsoever…"

"I'm just tired from all that's happened… we haven't done much travelling." Gemma said, nudging Nathen's hand away from her knee as she pushed back the childish printed covers of the bed and slipped inside. Holly clambered into her sleeping bag, letting out another yawn. Nathen chuckled at them both, clambering into his own one. "Night Holly, Night Nate."

"Night Nathen, Night Gemma."

"Night girls."

Holly fell asleep first, brown eyes dropping then shutting, leaving her in a peaceful sleep, hands holding the white stone around her neck. Gemma's eyes began drooping next, before they even closed her gentle snores were heard. Nathen chuckled as he yawned, gently pushing her eyelids closed quicker as she was obviously already half asleep. She muttered a thank you before her snores took over and she was obviously asleep at last. Nathen rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, covered in glow in the dark stickers and childish drawings that couldn't find a space on the packed walls. He felt like he could see what Gemma was like before everything happened, and for the first time realised that, despite everything, she was still just a girl, just as innocent as the next, just with tainted memories. He prayed that, for all of them, the future wouldn't be so tainted.

~X~X~X~

Meanwhile...

Two very different people were entering the region in two very different ways. Two people equally important to this tale, yet both on utterly different sides, one on the side of good, and one on the side of the people who seek to harm the land of Monoko and Pokoh, though not entirely willingly. First, we join a young woman, looking around 18years of age, as she steps off a Pokémon Ranger Union run boat, waving a thank you to the captain as it sailed off. She was grateful they'd given her a ride, she wasn't technically on duty now, so they didn't have to help her get to Monoko.

"It's been so long since I was here... my home... I wonder how much its changed... can't have been that much, surely, it never did..." She smiled a little, brushing her blonde hair over her shoulders so it didn't blow into her face as the sea air hit her. She closed her green eyes, and just took in the sounds of the island, smile never leaving her face. This was her home region, despite living in Almia for a couple of years, and travelling for six. This was her real home, and just maybe this was where her lost little sister was.

"Pachi!"

She opened her eyes, smiled at the Pachirisu that was resting on her shoulder, and looking to her arm she quickly pressed a few buttons on the styler she had been using to talk to fellow elite ranger, Keith, on the boat journey from Almia. It shut down, and she placed it in her white bag, checking she hadn't left anything on the boat whilst she was at it. Confident she had forgotten nothing, she closed it again and starting to walk into the now sleepy Budbloom town.

The wind inside the tree-covered town was chillier now than it had been that afternoon, so she pulled her white jacket tighter around her, shivering a little, wising her blue shirt was long sleeved, and that her jacket was thicker. Her black mini-skirt didn't help matters, and she wished her blue leggings were jeans instead. Monoko's chilly nights were something she really hadn't missed about the place. Why couldn't the Ranger Union have gotten her there earlier? Ah well, beggars can't be choosers, she guessed. She heard her partner Pokémon, Electra the Pachirisu, yawn on her shoulder, and reached to rub her head.

She kicked some stones with her black boots as she walked, hitting a few street lamps and making a 'ching' sound as they did. She needed to stay somewhere for a night, and she likely didn't know anyone in town at the moment, so she decided to see if there was a small inn or a Pokémon Centre room. She wandered around, thinking to herself, fiddling with the locket she wore, the settled just about her chest. It held the last picture she had with her little sister, the last picture all her family had with her little sister, before she went missing when she was so young. She'd only been nine herself at the time, and had missed her sister dearly, she'd promised to search for and find her sister every time she went on a journey, but the second part of the promise never succeeded. Electra patted her head and gave her a smile, as if saying she'll succeed soon.

She found an inn that was still open, and digging into her purse she walked inside. She went to the desk and was greeted by an elderly lady with a wrinkly smile and false teeth, but with sweet eyes.

"Yes dear?" She asked the younger woman.

"A single room, please." She said in a mature voice, digging more into her purse. The old lady smiled.

"Of course dear. Name?" The lady asked as she pulled out the sign in book. The young woman took out the needed money and handed it over.

"Annette Kamiya, miss." She said politely, brushing her hair back again and rubbing her eyes, yawning. The Lady took the money and write down her name and room number before handing her a key, Annette thanking her for it and walking up the old stairs to the rooms, flinching at the creaking noise. She took off her jacket the second her door was opened and hung it up on a hook, yawning again, and placing her bag down, slipping off her boots. The journey had been a long one, and she hadn't got any sleep on the boat (they'd left her with a trainee captain who was being instructed by a normal one), so she just flopped down onto the bed without even changing clothes, resting her head on the pillow and slowly drifting off. Electra sat on the pillow by her head, before slowly falling to lay down, just as tired as the human.

This is Anne Kamiya, a girl born of Monoko but who moved away to Almia with her parents. Her sister was taken at the age of three, and she has never stopped looking for her. She won't stop now, but she didn't have a much hope as she used to, she didn't think she'd find her sister, she didn't expect to, but part of her still hoped.

She opened her locket and stared at the picture holding her mother, father, herself, and a little toddler with red hair.

Elsewhere…

Inside a dimly lit base, a bright light flashed from a chamber as a teleported agent was arriving in the base. The glass door was opened and a girl no older than twelve stepped out, though she seemed to only be the height of our heroine Gemma. She saluted a pair of men who stood there to greet her, the pair dressed in orange and black.

"Finally you arrived. Do you know your assignment?" One of the men said. The girl nodded, visible dim red eye not betraying much emotion towards her 'assignment' whilst in front of the two commanders. The hair that covered her right eye was light blue, that reaches down to middle back, which also forms out like a Gardevoir's mainly around the head area.

"Yes, sir. Retrieve runaway specimen and agent Peirce, sir. Preferably returning him to base alive, but if the subject struggles or is too much hassle, damage or disposal is permitted, sir." She replied in a mature, professional voice, the tone she had to use with commanders or face injury.

"Very good, Agent Ralts. I understand you have all you need for this mission, correct? And your Pokémon are fully rested?" The other man said. Agent Ralts nodded again.

"Yes, sir. Civilian clothes are in my bag, sir, and Pokémon are all fully rested. I have all I need to stay in contact with the base, and am completely confident that Agent Peirce will listen to me, even if lies are needed, sir." She said. The men both smirked and nodded.

"Good. A room is supplied for you to change to your civilian clothes, then you may stay overnight here or head into town, to stay in a local inn."

"A local inn may be more beneficial, sir, so I can get used to trying to fit into a Monoko town." She just didn't really want to stay in this place, truthfully. She'd actually rather sleep on the streets if it meant not staying in this base. She was only doing this mission because she missed 'Agent Peirce'.

"Very well, go change and then go, Agent Ralts."

She walked away, not showing emotion still, and exited the room with the two commanders in, walking down a dull hallway, knowing where the room would be. She brushed her hair so it didn't tickle her nose, when she heard something in a room on the way. She decided it was best not to peer inside, she didn't really want to know what was going on in this damn base, it couldn't be anything good. She reached the door she needed, and pressed her hand to a scanner by the door, which beeped and made the steel sliding door sink into the wall, opening the way to the bland room.

Sighing, the girl took her bag off and placed it on the bed, opening it up, and pulling out the clothes she needed. She removed the black beret from her head and placing it in the bag's pocket. She ran a comb through her hair a couple of times, then reached down and pulled off her tight, knee length black boots, putting them at the bottom of her bag, her long white socks soon joining them. She stretched her legs for a moment, yawning, she may not have had a long journey but it had been a long day of mission briefing and training back at her original base.

Her blue-violet leggings soon joined her shoes and socks in the bag, shortly followed by her short black skirt. She picked up and pulled on a pair of mid-shin length leggings instead, these ones coloured blue, and slipped on a white skirt over them, covering to just above the knees.

Next to be removed was her black short sleeved shirt, a large violet 'U' that labelled her as one of TUA's members despite how she was unwillingly one of their number. She then removed a blue-violet long sleeved shirt beneath it, piling it into the bag with the rest of her clothes. She replaced these with a white shirt with an orange triangle in the centre, and pulled on a dark blue jacket with the same triangle on the back. Then to finish off she pulled on white ankle socks, and a pair of white running shoes. She did her bag up, and slung it over her shoulder, sighing.

This girl is Maylu Ralts, raised by a family of Ralts evolutions after a narrow escape from attackers after an 'accident' in which her parents were lost. She lost her parents twice, her Gardevoir mother and Gallade father lost to make her how she was today, she only had her 'siblings' left now, who she never left behind. She is by no means willingly in Team Universal Aura, or willingly submitted to the experiments, but she had no choice, just like a lot of people. She knew Nathen, and now it was her job, to bring him back.

Maylu rubbed her temples once, taking a deep breath, before walking out of the room and going to report in once more before she left on her assignment.

She passed by that room again, but still didn't look in. The noises were louder, though… so let's take a peek.

There was a strange glow coming from three large tubes, where three figures resided. In the one closest to the door was a girl, no older than twelve, with rounded wings sticking from her back, her hair short and pink with green tips, she was wearing nothing and curled up in a ball, seeming to be a very short girl, only about 4ft.

The second one held a boy, his hair was red with blue-green streaks, he was also wearing nothing, but his limbs seemed to be longer than normal, despite his age of 15.

And the final one held a girl of thirteen, with blonde hair with a green fringe, and two green sections at the side of her face, she too was in nothing, but if you looked close there was a line on her stomach, like a scar, but it also looked like… a closed eye.

A man in the room looked at the three with a smirk, satisfied, "The specimens aren't failing… our first legendary implants may finally be a success."

~X~X~X~

Me: …And I didn't need nearly as much as I even created… *facepalm* Well, anyway, I got it done! Yay! The two new OC are property of Legendary Fairy and Final Heir respectively, and both have big parts in the story. Well, hope it's good!

R&R!