Rain rests on Stone Island, sitting in a metitative stance, lightly brushing a strand of her white hair out of her eyes. In the years since she was discovered by Trylog, she had become sort of a Grim Reaper on Stone Island, a guardian of the dead, where her only friends are the dragon pokemon that always travel around with her, maybe it was because of her own half-dragonic state that kept her in controll of her own self. I wish I knew more about my past, I don't even know about my family, she thinks. Maybe someday I'll learn more about who I really am.
She did get occasional visions, but she was never sure if these where of her past, or something else.