"Hello?"

His heart skipped a few beats at the reply. Someone was there? He quickly pulled himself together and responded.

"Uh... Hi. Who is this I'm speaking to?" He let his older voice fill the air as silence followed.

"Lisalia Afton. I was hoping to get in contact with a ranger for help against the Minister."

It took everything in the small ranger's power to not lose his composure. But it was a little hard when you were a practical child. He pushed his little celebration party down and smiled.

"Well... my name is Midnight. I am the lone ranger here in Oblivia. Would you be willing to make your way to the nearest docks and hide nearby until I get there?"

"Yes! I'll be at the Re docks."

!!!

He gulped as he brought the boat near the docks. Everything was quiet until the rain stopped. A blur hit the air before he urged the boat forward, leaving the docks. He poked his head out of the cabin of the ship and scanned the person as they went over.

Silver, curly hair slightly covers a chiseled, anguished face. Small gray eyes, set handsomely within their sockets, meet his black pair instantly. A tattoo resembling a small star is almost hidden on the side of her right eye and leaves a pleasurable memory of her adventurous love life. This is the face of Lisalia Afton, a true friend among humans. She stands alluringly among others, despite her bulky frame. There's something obscure about her, perhaps it's her suffering or perhaps it's simply a feeling of shame. But nonetheless, people tend to wish to get to know her better, while hoping to one day follow in her footsteps.

What was once a shirt is now a dirty, flimsy piece of fabric, held together by a handful of fibers hanging from her shoulders like a discarded old towel. Holes and tears are scattered all over and leave much of her exposed to the elements. She's wearing a ripped poncho over her shirt. It's worn out, dirty and stained with grime, but at least it helps her stay relatively dry, even if only for a little. Her pants are just as bad. There are holes all over the right side and what's left is covered in stains. But at least she has shoes to protect her feet. Although they're worn out, way too big and the outer fabric is tattered, worn and missing in some places. She wears a large scarf around her neck and has it wrapped around her face in a way that covers the chin. It's dirty and shoddy, but at least it doesn't smell. Her head is covered by a beanie, it's in surprisingly good condition. It's old, but there are no holes or stains.

She smiled as he blinked out of his daze.

"Hey stranger ranger." He nodded as she sat down beside him. One scan over him before another comment followed. "Aren't you a little young for this?"

"No." She simply nodded as she went quiet. "Are you sure you want to go against the Minister?"

"Yes." He nodded as he guided the boat to the new base.

!!!

He quietly looked over the papers as Lisalia got comfortable. His trusty partner, Pichu, played a rather calming tune on its ukulele. His ears hadn't left the sound before Lisalia touched his arm.

"Are you ok?" He stayed quiet as he looked at the desk.

"It has been years since this sector has seen the sun... felt freedom... felt the warmth... the fresh air... anything that Oblivia normally offers... I had to close the sector off before anyone else got hurt... got drowned in defeat..."

Tears filled his eyes as Pichu appeared at his side, pulling him to the hammock that rested nearby. He curled up in it as Pichu glanced at the female. She huffed as she looked at a map. A spot was marked with a destroyed crown, symbolizing the place of the Minister.

"When I see what damage you have done to this child, I will smother you with a pillow."