My my, most would call creatures like you things of beauty. But you? You're broken, Scarred, I think was your word. How did you become 'Scarred,' dear? What broke you? What ensured you'd never see your family, your little brother even, ever again?
Her hand clutched her chest, where a horn should have rested. This creature knew of her little brother. "You leave Micah out of this," she hissed, angry now. Questions towards her she could handle. But Micah? The brother she couldn't protect? A shaky breath stumbles from her lips. "I..." I am not broken, she wished to protest. Yet, the words did not come. "My... scar. I do not know how you know of it..." Kreilanna spoke slowly. It took time to reign in the wild anger that nearly broke free. When she did, she was no less on edge, but the words came easier. "A pack of houndoom sought to end my life for the blood flowing within me. My brother and I were... separated and taken in by the two gods our family lived to serve. I was taken in by Xerneas... who saved my life when I had a hole punched through my chest." "And Micah... Serves Yveltal." "As for the rest? You have no right to know, and I cannot leave this forest. I haven't seen my mother and father since I was taken in. Mother forbids leaving as it is the only way to protect us." "Now begone, spectre."