Disclaimer: I don't Own Pokémon Rangers: SOA

It was a simple cold afternoon in Hia Valley, a young girl is seen sneaking out of a small Camp, and nobody has yet to see her leave or notice her disappearance.

The girl slid down a suitable skiing slope, before coming to a stop by sliding into the direction of a frozen rock, she sauntered into a small tree path.
The girl held onto the trunk of the tree, and after a few seconds, started jogging to the left of the tree, far away from the Ski slope, and far away from Hia Valley.
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While the girl was jogging, there was a visible outline of some kind of lake.
Surprisingly, when the girl reached it, it wasn't frozen.

The girl grinned before untying a small creaking wooden boat from its post, her brown hair falling into her Lilac orbs.
She stopped and brushed her hair behind her ear.

A few seconds later, the girl is inside the drifting boat, laying her back against its hard wood.

She snuggled in her over sized old Mareep fur coat, and fixes her half-lidded eyes on the wide, blue sky.

Minutes pass by, and the only sound is the occasional ripple breaking against Lake's smooth surface.

The girl's lids are closed, and her long eyelashes brush against her pale face, her expression peaceful.

This was the girl's only place where she could run away from the adult's lies, the fake cheerfulness, and the cruel world.
It was her only escape from the harsh reality.

She had never thought of shiver camp as home, more as a temporary hiding place, but never a home.
The only reason she stayed was because of the free food and warmth and coziness of a real bed.

But of course, she still had to work.

Second Person POV:

Whenever an explorer or researcher comes by, or even one of the seven people living at camp want to go out, you had to guide them and serve them, taking them to Pokémon populated areas and the Almia Castle.

They usually came because they wanted to investigate the Tears of Princess, and they always failed.

Never have they thanked you, instead they returned to the base, which was shiver camp, with sober expressions, and you had to be punished.

And that happened a lot.

No dinner for you, no going out, and no fun activities, you had to stay the whole day and evening in an empty tent, with no one, not even old Mrs. Winter, come visit you.

You knew they were using you, you just didn't have any place you could run to.

So you were stuck here.

You've been here for almost 2 years, ever since the avalanche that took away your divorced father's life.

And you had to stay here till you start your Pokémon journey.

But you couldn't start a journey; you were in hiding from your Unknown Father's enemies.

Your father had a lot of debts, so you had no choice but to hide and miss your journey, hiding your real identity in the process.

So you don't have a name, never have and probably never will.
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You were always called girl by the adults, and never had any other children to play with, and you knew your mother for a small period of time, and she had always had a glazed over look, and left you, not even talking with you, you had to work, and because of your young age, was only able to clean classrooms.

So when your father had taken you in after staying with her since birth till age seven, you were very glad.
You didn't have to work, and only had to study.
So you did just that, to make your father proud.

But now he was gone, now he was one of the stars you saw in the night sky, and was hopefully looking after you.

But you were ashamed; you couldn't remember his name, his looks, not even his voice.

Nothing.

And it brought a strange pain to your heart.

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You had drifted into a dreamless nap, tired from the night be fore's work with some researcher named Mongol.

The lake was strangely silent, but you took no notice of it.

And that was the death of you.
Suddenly, you felt some movement under your back, under the small old boat.

Your eyes bolted open, and then suddenly, a huge wave fell on the boat, dragging you and the boat, into the depths of the lake.

Water flooded your lungs, as the current twisted you and twirled you as if you were a child's doll.

The broken parts of the boat slammed against you, taking whatever air was left in your lungs.
Some wood scratched your face, flooding your vision with the red color of the blood. The blood, swept away by the water, was everywhere, some.

Your lips were wet with blood, forcing you to taste the metallic blood.

Some puke, mixed with blood, filled your mouth, but you wouldn't open your mouth and get the lake's ice cold water to fill your body.

You would suffocate if you stayed like this, and if you didn't die from blood loss and the injuries.

You could have sworn that the lake seemed abnormally empty of life and full of ice cubes that slammed into your back and arms, somethimes brushing past your hair.

You were very sure that all of your bones were broken.

The pain was immense that you felt numb and dots filled your blurry sight.

You brushed swiftly past sleek and smooth skin, and sharp fins, and injured yourself severely.

Your back hit against many giant Ice cubes, but right now, your head was the victim, a white sear of pain spread through you're the back of your head as you gasped, water rushing your lungs and and some pressure from the water pushed you deep into the lake.

You started to see all the sad moments of your life, and the accident of the avalanche, the one that took your father's life, something warm that wasn't your blood had fell on your face in droplets, and then in your mouth, it was salty.

You realized you were crying silently, and every tear ached and hurt.

Something metallic gurgled in your throat, and then flowed through your mouth and everywhere.

You realized it was blood.

You watched your own blood seep through the water, a dark silhouette approaching you, arms breaking through the surface, holding your shoulders firmly, hurting you furthermore, and then hauling you out of the water, and then something that felt almost foreign entered your lungs, it was very rich and gave you energy, a soft, blocked by the blood sigh escaped your lips, paining you further more.

And that was the way you fell unconscious, thinking you were dead, and drifting to either heaven or hell.

A.N. Very important, please read.

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Oh, and Kellyn is NOT the hero of Almia.

He's just a character that's Girl's Role model, and will help her throught her life.

He's also a top ranger who's investigating the Team called DimSun!