Accomplishing dreams is not as easy as it sounds. Then again, it sounds rather improbable considering that dreams are figments of your imagination that strand together during deep sleep.

At first, I attempted to see if my dreams involved the Pokemon Musical. Although I gained many a fan that told me I had a true calling to the art of the musical, I felt like I did not. After a while, I left my prop case in the lobby, never truly wanting to continue the practice of the musical.

It felt weird to see the Ferris wheel every day and know I'll never ride it with him again.

So I trained in the eastern half of Unova until I felt my pokemon and I were ready to take on the Elite Four once again. As we trained I found a couple of the Seven Sages hiding out until either he or his father would rise again. We entered the Hall of Fame with some difficulty from Marshall, as I had forgotten his pokemon could also learn rock type moves.

On my way to see Adler, I could almost see the remains of his castle.

I wanted to see just what mysteries the Relic Castle held. I found a few Faux Knights just waiting for the Sage they were with to finish his business. Once found they were led away by Looker. I wonder how he keeps managing to appear right behind me all the time.

I met Volcarona, and befriended it. He was as much a sun as the great orb at the center of the solar system.

I felt memories attempting to break through at the ancient castle, simply because it was as grand as the one he lived in.

Eventually, I had explored the entire region; and with the deeper perusal of Unova came the arrest of six of the seven sages. Zinzolin, being as cold hearted as possible, hid in the Cold Storage by Driftveil. Again. He complained about how cold it was, even though he chose that spot to hide in.

Eventually, I made my way to Lacunosa town. I had been here before, but this time I wanted to thoroughly explore the Giant Chasm. I wanted to see the monster the old woman talked about in her tales of when Unova was still young. A frozen beast that would steal the residents of Lacunosa in the dead of the night.

The entrance was easy enough to find. I went through the cave without too much of an issue. A Swoobat here, a Basculin there. Nothing I wasn't prepared for. I went into the chasm itself, which a few steel and ice types lived in. I made my way towards the center, and as I reached the small pool I noticed that the pokemon seemed to steer clear. I was at the edge of the pond when a sudden blizzard appeared. I couldn't go back to the entrance cave, so I headed north. I expected the stairs that I saw earlier to be blocked off, as they had been. The amount of snow the blizzard had unleashed had piled up so the stairs were accessible, and whatever they hid in the cave at the top of them.

I entered the cave and saw the final ones. Ghetsis and Kyurem. I saw my final moments. Frozen at the hand of Ghetsis, who had claimed the third dragon for himself.

I was now an icicle in the cave of Kyurem. Here I will remain until the end of days.

I never followed my dream because my dream left me.

I dont know man, I just thought it was weird that you dont see the old hero or their dragon in bw2.