After N recovers from his mini breakdown at Pokédonald's he flies to Kanto seeking the BW trainer. He spots a tall tower and makes a stop quickly, landing in a quaint but erie town. The air is thick and heavy, and as night is approaching a heavy fog rolls in. Residents warn him to stay inside, but he doesn't need to, not when he has the Dragon of Legend with him. He begins to ascend the tower with the Dragon following him, who is cautious and keeping a watchful eye on Harmonia. N continues to ascend, looking at the graves solemnly, speaking with the ghost pokémon as he reaches the final flight of stairs. He senses someone waiting up ahead. But how? How did someone know he was here? Could it be... his friend?
N ascends the final staircase.
Anxious, sweating beading on his brow. What would his friend say? How would they greet each other? There is a lump in his throat, his chest thuds with the rhythm of trepidation as his eyes dance towards the figure.
It's an old man. Smiling at him with such warmth and compassion. N is confused, who could this man be? His aura is radiant, reminiscent of a sophisticated calm similar to that of Anthea and Concdoria, when they used to watch over him when he was young.
"Ah, young man. You're up late. The Pokémon were beginning to become restless. They're not used to visitors at this time!" The old man chuckled, his wrinkled features briefly illuminated in the dim light.
N gathered himself. "This... this is a graveyard. I thought they would be sad, all the Pokémon... but- they're happy."
The old man smiled, warmth radiating from him. His old eyes spoke with a kindness that kept N's gaze toward the fellow. "I have been attending to the Pokémon here and paying my respects for many decades now. It's the least I owe to them and the people of this town. Young man, you can understand them... correct?"
"How did you-" N began in haste, but bit his tongue. This man posed no threat, there was no need to suspect him as untrustworthy. "Yes, I can speak with Pokémon. The others at the Pokémon House were all talking about you, Mr. Fuji." N bowed respectfully now understanding who he spoke with. "Cubone is worried about you."
Mr. Fuji's smile brimmed with mirth as he let out another light chuckle. "That Cubone worries more about me than it does itself sometimes! Perhaps it is time to head home for the night. Come young man, won't you stay with us until the morrow?"
N nodded in agreement, motioning for the Dragon of Legend to follow as he descended Pokémon Tower with Mr.Fuji, talking more about the nature of Pokémon and the ones the old man cared for. It was near midnight when the two arrived back at Pokémon House, turning in until the sun rose in the morning.
N had barely slept.
The sun had just kissed the horizon, shades of purple bleeding into hues of orange as the blue of day began to wash over the clouds when N climbed onto the back of the Dragon of Legend, only to be stopped by Mr. Fuji before taking off.
"Pardon my intrusion young man, but I have seen that expression on your face countless times in my life. You are searching for something, or someone. I mean not to pry, but may I offer some advice?" The old man took N's silence as affirmation and continued. "There was a young boy, some time ago- who came to this town and helped our people and Pokémon in a time of great need. Without hesitation and without barely a word, he ascended the tower and freed a restless spirit... and he freed me from the clutches of the wicked Team Rocket. This young man then went on his way, much like you are about to. In that young man I saw a strength, a determination and desire to change things for the better. He knew what he wanted to achieve, what the end of his goal was and how he was going to achieve it. Through that determination, he saved this region. It wasn't until two years after that, he visited me... he had changed. He was still the young man I had met before but... he did not speak. Not to any of my helpers, but to me... and to Cubone."
N's eyes narrowed. Another Pokémon trainer who understood Pokémon like his friend did? A trainer with such strength to thwart an evil clouding the region? "Where do I find this trainer?"
Mr. Fuji's smile was small and his expression flashed briefly with regret. He let out a sigh. "Beyond the Indigo Plateua, a mountain sits. A system of caves weave and wind their way through to the mountain top, where you will find him at its very peak."
"You weren't meant to reveal his location, were you?"
"No, young man. I was not."
"You trusted me with this information. Why?"
"He may lead you to who you seek."
N's pupil's dialated and he felt the Dragon of Legend begin to power up, ready for flight. They were both ready, for whoever this trainer was. "Tell me, Mr. Fuji... what is this trainer's name?"
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N Harmonia had underestimated his whole journey. It wasn't the vicious blizzard that obscured his vision or the rugged climb that had him worried, no- it was coming face to face with the most powerful opponent he had ever met. Zekrom reflected his feelings, peering at its trainer with a steady determination. This Pokémon trainer that stood before him, the one named Red had garnered such a reputation that made N shiver. Mr. Fuji's reluctance of revealing the trainers location should have been striking tower bells in his head, but N had pressed on past Indigo Plateua and to the summit of Mt. Silver. The locals who were nestled in the lower footholds of the mountain had simply looked at him blankly when he had stopped to ask for directions- a few sideways glances at Zekrom and mutterings of trainers before him clouded his mind. Zekrom's desire to battle was becoming more urgent and wild as N approached the carved steps covered in snow.
"Be still, my friend." N whispered warmly as he strode forward, holding a hand over his brow, shielding his eyes from the snow storm. As he walked forward, another person came into view, standing at the very end of what looked like a roughly carved battle court. If this trainer was here now, waiting ahead for challengers... had there been someone like them before? N pondered as he took in the battle court. It had initially been made by hand, but the markings of battle marked the chipped and weathered rock. Many, many battles had taken place here and N was just another challenger- or so he thought.
As soon as his foot hit the court, the other trainer tilted his head to the right. Turning in the harsh blizzard the young man faced N. A red and white hat capped his dark hair and he wore a simple red vest that covered a white shirt, accompanied by a pair of faded blue jeans. The ensemble was completed by a pair of sturdy snow boots. His eyes, grey and weary, came alive with fire as he saw N approaching- and to N's surprise, a Pikachu leaped off the trainer's shoulder and onto the battle court, smirking as sparks crackled from its cheeks. The other trainer didn't take his eyes away from N. The tension was palpable as Zekrom stepped forward, eager and willing. The Pikachu cried an excited exclamation.
"My name is N. You must be Red." N shouted into the blizzard. The trainer continued to look at him, then smiled.
Before I continue the N story I've done two little dribbles for, I want to ask you all this... which legendary dragon should N have?
Reshiram
Zekrom
Voting ended onOct 3, 2024
This will decide what I will use going forward! I don't mind posting these dribbles every day or few days, so choose wisely! It may also change how I continue these little dribbles!
