It was 3 am. Everything outside was still dark.
Even the wild HootHoot in the area were starting to get ready for a full day's slumber.
It was the time of day when a phone call would not be answered in a friendly manner, Which was probably why Youngster Joey and his "Top Percentage" Rattata had little friends.
Lyra was sleeping peacefully, dreaming of becoming the best Pokéathlon coach in all of the Johto region, When suddenly, like an unwanted mosquito during a camping a trip, her Pokégear rang. The loud, digital beeping that was her ringtone was hard to ignore. She tried with all her might, but sadly, she failed.
She reached for the Pokégear and opened up the phone function.
Sitting up in her bed, she answered. "Joey, for the last time I don't care if your Rattata is in the top percentage, if you want to talk call during normal day time hours!" There was silence on the other end, this lasted a few seconds before a small laugh replied.
"Wow Lyra, I never knew you harbored such a strong hatred towards Joey."
That voice.
"Gold? Why are you calling me at this hour?" It had to be serious, that boy never called just to exchange pleasantries. He didn't respond right away, it was if he was searching for the words.
"Gold..? Are you still there?"
"Yeah, I'm here.."
"Well? Why did you call? If it's to brag about your league victory again, it could of waited until the sun was in the sky."
"No, that's not it." He sounded unsure of himself, like he was spooked by something, And if you knew Gold, you knew there was hardly anything that scared him.
"Okay, than what is it?"
He didn't respond right away. Lyra was beginning to think he was playing a trick on her. She was about to close the Pokégear when Gold started talking again.
"I think I'm going to die soon."
He…he had to be joking. There was no way he could be telling the truth. But, but the way he said it made him sound all too serious.
"H-how do you know?" Lyra asked, her voice shaky. Gold didn't respond, yet through the receiver, the brunette girl could pick up the sounds of his sobs.
"Tell my mom, that I'm sorry I yelled at her over the berry incident, and tell Silver, I'll see him soon enough." Before she could say anything, the phone line went dead.
Tears began to well up in her chocolate colored eyes. She didn't know what to believe. Was Gold really dying? Or was this all some cruel, sick prank?
She lay in silence, everything seemed surreal, like this was all some sort of dream.
Unable to drift back to sleep, she just stared at the ceiling. She couldn't hear anything, not even the sound of the kricketune outside her window, perfectly silent, perfectly still, until a pain filled scream broke through the night.