Castelia is a city full of hope surrounded by dreams. A big city, surrounded by skyscrapers and the desire to reach the sky. In this beautiful city, countless people and pokemon lived and thrived. The region of Unova, a place of opportunity and achievements.

Not her. Oliver had been excluded her whole life. From the dreams, the race, the very joys of finding yourself had never been in her reach.

"Veon?" Her sister's sylveon was the only one who bothered. He was the one to drag her out of the water when no one had noticed. It's far too late for anyone to notice a drowning girl at the docks at this time. The night sky had surrounded everywhere in shadow. The lights near the water weren't enough. She had been reckless but not her friend. A moving blob of snow and rose. It's easy to reach out and pet his fur because his colors are easy to spot. It's okay, it's okay..."Eon!"

The desperate nuzzle of warmth and fur made her fingers twitch. Are these droplets? Her body is trembling from the cold but these drops of water feel warm like streaks on her face. Haha, she's been quite cruel to him, hasn't she?

"You didn't have to save me," He sure didn't, but if not, then he would be alone, wouldn't he? This poor sylveon birthed into a fairy type by her hands rather than Kethan, her elder sister.

He was just as abandoned as Oliver was. No one in her psychic family wanted a fairy-type.

It's likely the reason why the two of them worked so well together. Her family didn't want her either, soon after her birth.

"I'm sorry," Ah, but that's not enough, is it? "Kethan never gave you a name, did she?" The drenched girl pulls the soft and snow pokemon close, stealing some of his warmth and breathing when he whines in concern. "Let's go home, okay? I think you deserve one, just like everyone else." She'll have to cover up this mess too. If anyone asks, she was playing in the water. Yes, that should work, shouldn't it?

"Veon…"

On the way back home, Oliver's foot accidentally hits a trash can judging by the sound. In the dead of night, the metal grates clash against her ears and she winced. A moment of quiet spreads and she stalks near the new array of colors just under the street lamps. No one is nearby, it seems. She would've heard some type of commotion...Huh? What is that? That allure of hue despite the surrounding gray of the ground!

"Veon? Eon?"

"I don't know what these are either?" Her digits reach to the pile of fire and dark, the colors mushed together in some sort of pattern. Upon contact, she flinches, a spark tickling her fingertips. Oliver can't help but freeze up, unable to move as the feeling washes over her with a vicious vice. Her company gently taps her with a flat ribbon, and she snaps out of it.

"Wow," Oliver breathes. "These...These things," What are they?

They were power. Control. A force crafted by the unknown.

Oliver came from a family of psychics. Her power may be the weakest and maybe worthless but she can sense life-changing auras from these blurs.

"Kee," She breathes again, this time, feeling much more alive. "Kee, will you help me?" Let it be from his new name, the glow of his eyes she'll never properly witness, or her excitement, the sylveon bounces up and down in resolve. Oliver smiles as Kee nuzzles her leg affectionately and grabs her sleeve with a strip of fabric.

"Veon!"

That's a yes.