Disclaimer: The general procedures apply. I own neither Pokemon nor its associated creations. This is a purely derivative work that follows its own canon and interpretations.

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Introduction

A biting howl tore through the hole of a vast, cerulean cavern as outside, a blizzard raged on. The cavern's only human occupant shivered for a second as creeps tore down his spine, causing a tingle. He hadn't been cold in a long time, not since moving to the top of the mountain. So why was he shivering now? Before an answer could be formulated, however, the freeze shock suddenly disappeared as abruptly as it had begun, even as snow continued to blow in through the hole in the cave. That was strange. What was going on? The teenager looked at his yellow companion in question. I don't suppose you have an answer? said his eyes. The mouse merely shrugged its shoulders and snuggled in closer to its age-old friend, closing its eyes. Its partner scratched it behind the ear, earning himself a soft sound of approval. He continued to scratch it as he moved toward an artificial window of the cave. Peering outside, he was met with nothing but a face full of gray, white, and black. Raging winds sliced at his face, the sting of the elements earning him a loud protest from his pores. The spiraling snow whipped back and forth in front of him before disappearing. Red sighed, causing his Pikachu to glance up at him in question. When there was no reply, the small mouse went back to its snoozing, trying to ignore the chill. There'd be no training until the intense storm cleared up, unless he wanted to get lost again.

All of a sudden, the winds vanished, leaving behind an eerie silence. Red glanced up in curiosity. The rate of snowfall died down almost instantaneously, before picking up again, and then stopping completely, all in the space of about 2 minutes. Something was off... the weather on Mount Silver never did that—and, even if it did, certainly not at the aforementioned speed. Sunlight began to pierce the firmaments as the last snowflake drifted down gently onto Red's outstretched palm. He examined it in stoic wonder for a moment, trying to make sense of it all. Then, as he moved his head to look up again, the slate grey expanse of clouds exploded (or rather expanded) away from each other, causing the morning Sun's strong light to strike at Red's shocked eyes. What had only just been cloaking the entirety of the forbidden mountain in darkness moments ago had suddenly vanished, with nary a trace of it in sight.

A loud roar to the right of the mountaintop caught the Champion's attention. Glancing over, he saw a black blur cloaked in blue (was that lightning?!) tearing through the sky in the distance. It stopped short of about 100 feet from his current location. What was it? He looked over his shoulder at Pikachu, who had gotten off his shoulder earlier to avoid the snowy chill. The Electric-type ran over to him, and took a look at the strange creature in the distance. "Piiiiika...," it said aloud in wonder. The black dragon was about 9 feet in height, with two wings which had what appeared to be studs at the end, where wings met shoulders. Its curious-looking tail eerily resembled an electric turbine, being cylindrical and round in shape and consisting of spike formations. Bands along its tail occasionally glowed blue as the foreign dragon blinked its red scleras at the rising sun, unaware of the fact that someone was watching it. Red continued to monitor the dragon in curiosity when movement on its back caught his attention. His Pikachu moved its head, gazing at the person who had caught its trainer's eyes. There, sitting on the back of the black behemoth, was its trainer, a boy who looked to be around his age. He had brown hair and (from what Red could make of things) brown eyes, with a red hat covering what appeared to be a messy head. A black and grey T-shirt poked out from underneath his light blue jacket, which ended at his waist and met equally dark pants. A black and blue messenger bag was slung over his shoulder, which drew Red's attention to the strange device on his left wrist. It was something he'd never seen before in all of his travels, which clearly meant that he'd been missing out on a lot of things.

The mysterious trainer glanced around at his surroundings with his mouth wide open in fascinated awe. It was obviously his first time being here. The trainer moved to say something to his friend, causing his red-and-white-shoe-clad feet to stick out. The dragon nodded in response, grinning. It looked strangely menacing despite the obvious reason behind it, even from a distance. The dragon's trainer scooted back to his original position, turning his head this way and that, obviously trying to take everything in. Red couldn't help but wonder what he saw. He'd never taken the time to enjoy the view that Mt. Silver had to offer when it wasn't trying to kill him. He made a mental note to ask Charizard to help him with that later. A tug on the bottom of his jeans caught his attention. Glancing down, he saw Pikachu giving him a subtle look-over-there eye. Red wheeled his head (not so subtly) toward the spot where the trainer and his dragon floated. The strange someone had stopped looking everywhere during Red's lapse in concentration, opting instead to focus on the peak of Mt. Silver, right where he stood. The grin he'd been wearing earlier that had exuded an aura of friendliness and bonhomie had all but vanished. Now, he stared—almost to the point of glowering—at Red's hideout, with a look that surprised the Kanto Champion. It was a burning, all-piercing gaze, and, just for a moment, it appeared as though the trainer had spotted him. Red tried his best to nonchalantly shuffle to the side of his "window." 5 inches later and he let out a sigh of relief. That trainer, whoever he was, did a good deal on Evil Eyes. Though he seemed like he would make a strong opponent on the battlefield, Red still had no intention of alerting people to his location if he could avoid it. He and his team very much favored the deathly tomb of silence that permeated the very air on this most desolate of places, as opposed to the hustle and bustle that came with the title of Champion.

When Red glanced back a moment later, the trainer had already begun to shuffle back into a comfortable position on his Pokemon's back. Placing his hands on a spike on the dragon's back, he said something to it, causing the dragon's turbine-like tail to begin glowing. The humming sound it generated reached all the way to Red's ears as the air around the beast began to crackle. Then, in a burst of electricity, trainer and Pokemon took off, making a full 360 circle of the mountain peak before flying off into the distance. Red quickly hurried back into the shadows as the two whizzed by, kicking up a small gale as they passed. He clung onto his hat and closed his eyes as the wind scattered dust all over the place. Had the Kanto Pokemon Master been able to keep his eyes open, he would have seen the trainer glance inside the mountain cave with an almost deathly glare, focusing intensely on the spot where Red had been standing not moments ago as he passed by it. With that, the mysterious duo departed, leaving behind only the tomb-like stillness that Mt. Silver was famous for. Red opened his eyes and looked around, giving the morning sun a small salute with his hat, before preparing for the day ahead of him, his mind ablaze at the day's peculiar events. Strange stuff was already starting and it hadn't even been so much as 7 o'clock.

Meanwhile...

"I've found him, Professor. It's just like Blue and Gold had said. Scott, shall I bring him back then?"