-POV 1-

"I don't know what to do. The labs are hitting a roadblock. We don't know what to produce, what the customers want. Everyone is looking for answers, but the truth is, I don't have any. Aggh! Why can't I do this! Think! Straight!"

 I sighed. Lysandre is always pushing himself down, claiming he has to suffer. I don't understand why, though. Sometimes I wish we could be like when we were in high school! When he wasn't... so depressing. Sometimes when I return to the lab, I'm on the verge of tears because he's so hard on himself. I feel SORRY for him! 

I should have known when he opened the door yesterday looking rather strange. Maybe even worried, sad. He dismissed his Litleo, who wanted to play. For him, that wasn't normal. So when he said that, I gave him "The Look". You know. When you do something bad, and your mother is "very disappointed". And the best thing is, they actually look "very ashamed", doesn't matter HOW old you are! 

Heh... it's hard to believe that, not only twenty years ago, I had hoped that he would warm up to me a bit. I loved him, because he was bright, somewhat energetic (he was on the track team). But then when we turned seventeen, he turned... depressing. Depressed himself, even. Believed that things were getting worse and worse, "There's no turning back now." He was called names and pushed around until he couldn't take it anymore. He threatened to kill himself, and he almost did. It was sad to know that there was nothing I could do to help. He kept to himself, never told anyone anything. And after all these years, he's still here (being a sadistic little s**t). Kidding, I wouldn't say that, you know that! After all, nobody is as positive as AUGUSTINE SYCAMORE, PHD! 

-POV 2- 

I think I fell asleep outside of a Lumiose Cafè, because I woke up on a bench. I groaned like a dying Mudbray as I realized my photo of Dad blew away. Now I will have to describe him... verbally. Which is hard, because the last time I saw him, I was four years old. I don't know his name. Due to lack of resources, I stopped by the Pokémon Lab to see if they had any books on Kalosian genealogy, or ancestry. 

It turns out the lab did, and heaps of books. One huge book just for one alphabetized section based on what letter the last name is. I picked out the one with the letter "R", and started searching. Flipping through the tabs, I finally reach the Ross family. It turns out there are several different Rosses, so that was another fifteen minutes looking for my family tree. 

I found the one I was looking for. It tells me our family line dated all the way back from three thousand years ago, the time of AZ. In fact, AZ's brother is part of our line! I didn't know I was part royal. I think I spent three hours looking at our bloodline, fascinated by history. That was until I reached present-day Kalos. I saw my name- Lillian Yvonne Ross. I smiled, liking to know my parents named me with such care. I look up and see my mother's name- Grace Victoria Johnson. All my family's names sound like they are princes or princesses, which I loved at the time. And right beside my mother was my father's name. His first name- Levi. I ignore the fact that the name brings me sadness, as I remember that night. My mother shouting, "Levi come back!" But he didn't listen. He left, and was never seen again. 

It all comes together, yes. Levi Ross. That's him, I knew it. 

However, as I glance toward his middle name, I start to feel a mix of emotions. Happiness, shock, dizziness, and a loss of breath. I was utterly horrified. I could not understand how someone like him could be MY father. That name, which was burned into my mind as all the news reports played over and over again--

Lysandre.