It had been a few weeks since the past events in the Twilight Realm had occurred. Now, two Umbreon were running around in a grassy meadow. It was close to midnight, and the shiny Umbreon was running after the other. The shiny one's purple scarf flowed behind her, as did her sister's red one.

"Maya!" The shiny Umbreon called. "Get back here with that!" Maya, the other Umbreon with a long, flowing ponytail, was running from her sister with some sort of pendant in her mouth. "No! It's mine, Moonlight," was her muffled reply. She skidded to a stop just short of a fissure that had opened in the middle of the meadow, nearly falling in.

Moonlight stopped right behind her sister. "Give me that," She snarled, snatching the pendant from Maya while the fissure occupied her, seeming mesmerized. "What... what is it?" Maya looked down into the fissure, her words barely escaping her mouth.

"It's called a fissure, what else do you think it is?" A female's voice made the two Umbreon jump up, startled, Maya falling into the fissure. She grabbed the edge of it and clung to it for dear life. Moonlight helped her sister up, rolling her eyes, and turned around, spotting a strangely colored Espeon, the yellow orb atop her head glowing in the darkness. "Who... who are you?" Moonlight murmured, puzzled by the Espeon's odd appearance.

"The name's Cynder," The Espeon replied, swishing her tail behind her. "And... you're Moonlight, and the odd one behind you is Maya." Moonlight blinked. "How’d you--" She began, but Maya interrupted her, "She's an Espeon. HELLOOOOOOO? Psychic powers!" Moonlight looked over at Maya, who was now standing next to her. "Oh, right," She muttered. "Why're you here, anyway, Cynder?" Maya asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Eh, just sorta wandering around," Cynder replied. "I also heard that a lot of weird fissures were appearing... and that the bottom of them isn't normal, it's got all these sort of weird... markings at the bottom." She walked over and peered down into the fissure. "Yup, just as I thought... They've been appearing for about a week now. It’s really weird."

"D'you think the Twilit Pokemon have anything to do with it? Those look like their markings." Maya was standing next to Cynder now, looking down at the markings as well. Moonlight scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Maya, stop talking about them... They're only figments of your imagination, nothing else." Maya looked up and glared at Moonlight, "They are not! They're real! I've seen some of them!" She objected, but she knew Moonlight would never listen to her.

"Twilit Pokemon...?" Cynder inquired curiously. "What are they?" Moonlight looked over at her, flailing her arms frantically. "No, don’t get her sta--" But it was too late. Maya had already begun to speak rapidly. "Twilit Pokemon are like us, normal Pokemon, but they're all black and have weird red markings all over them, like the ones at the bottom of that fissure. Their leader is a Weavile, and he wears a full-body cloak with Twili markings ALL OVER it." She paused for a moment. Cynder looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Are they evil? If they are, are all of them?" She asked.

"Actually, they all are, since their Weavile leader is evil. Although I think that one of them isn't really evil, that she was once normal but was turned Twilit by that Weavile King. She just pretends to be one of them, I think." Maya finished her description of Twilit Pokemon. Moonlight sighed. "Cynder, don’t listen to her... She's insane. Twilit Pokemon can't POSSIBLY exist." She gave her sister a glare and shook her head in disappointment.

"BUT THEY DO!" Maya screamed loudly. Cynder covered her ears, flinching. After a moment, she spoke again, "Well, you said they have the same markings as the bottom of these fissures, right?" Maya nodded. "And the markings are red... Maya, I think you might have some sort of a logical theory here." She looked down at the fissure again, studying the markings carefully. "I wonder... Do they really exist?"

"They do, my dear Espeon. They do." Yet another voice was heard, and Cynder flipped around to find herself face-to-face with a black Charizard, with a white stomach and white wings. Across his arms were the markings of the Twili. "You're... you're..." Cynder stammered. "IMPOSSIBLE!" Moonlight exclaimed in disbelief. "It can't be!"

"It is..." Maya was the only one that seemed somewhat calm as she spoke. Her voice was quiet and small, barely audible. "It... it's a twilit Pokemon."