Valcon trudged through the swampy rain forest, in hope that he could find more of what he called, "subjects." He looked around. All he could see were leaves, bushes, ponds, and up ahead, there were... monkeys.

The monkeys all gathered around something, waving their small fists with outrage. They were screaming and some of them even lightly pounded the mysterious thing that was in the middle, releasing a muffled human like scream. Valcon was evil. He didn't care if someone was in pain, but he did care about what was in the middle. That thing, or maybe even that person could be useful in building his army of evil creatures and misfits. After all, he was doing them a favor by showing them what true misfits could do.

He stomped over to where the monkeys were gathered, and he shoved them out of the way. They growled threateningly, but he didn't care, he needed to see who or what was there.

Sitting on a nest in the brush, was a large, glossy, dark blue egg. Valcon stared at it, waiting for something to happen. Something did.

All of a sudden, the egg wobbled a tad. Then, it did it again, and again, and again, and again, until it stopped, as if the creature inside had gave up on this method of escape. Then, the egg cracked, and burst open, revealing a small little head poking out of the topless shell.

"Hmm?" the small voice cooed. She looked around, her long, wavy blue hair spreading down her shoulders. It didn't look like hair. It looked shiny, and feathery.

The small girl scanned around her, and she stopped when she saw Valcon. She looked scared, probably because she'd never met a human of her kind before. But then, if she really was human, why was she born in an egg? She looked human, but she didn't look like a newborn baby, she merely looked like a five year old girl, confused and scared. Her eyes were giant, grey moons that shimmered in the moonlight that they seemed so much like.

"H-hello?" she murmured, "I'm wost. Are you, a bad guy?" She pulled away, as if she were getting ready to run, if his reply was to be yes.

"No, little one," Valcon explained as he lowered his shoulders in comfort, "I'm merely a person who fights for rights and revenge, like any other person would do, if their dreams were crushed, and their love demolished by something that they never could control." He pulled off a black hood, and revealed to the child something that he'd never shown anyone. Under his dark face, that he always put a mask over, was a robotic half-face. Metallic, and shiny.

"This is the reason why I took over the C.A.F.S. and why I've sworn to make everyone proud of their gifts, instead of hating them, and thinking that they're curses, rather than seeing all the power that you achieved, by being born to such a state."

The girl said nothing, but just got up, and spread out a pair of massive, lean, blue macaw wings, that were the same colour as her hair. She slightly turned around, and pulled out a matching blue macaw tail as well. She was a bird, and she would make a perfect addition to the army of "subjects."

"So, I'm not weird?" she asked with dismay, as if she was thinking that she looked awful for the whole conversation.

"No, you're perfect the way that you are, little Skya," he vowed from deep down inside of him, "and don't let anyone change that."