He had almost fallen to his feet a few times as his pants were heard by only the scurry of Pokémon critters rested underneath the surface, and in reflex witnessed him chase after the ghost atop the summit of Mount Silver some million distances away. His subconscious self suggested his destination had become smaller as he ran, sleet piling upon the sharp snow.
Charmander, I choose you!
The integrity of a dragon whose heart burns innocence and a fiery will to protect those whom he holds dearly flashes within the boy's mind. The electric sparks running through our veins when we engage in fierce competition with opposing trainers, villains or rivals. Soaring above and beyond seated on a Skarmory's back, or traveling the different seas in search of another gym leader.
I believe in you, alright?
The illusion of victory remained with him, the relentless praise he received from various figures over the past year mentally documented as unforgettable words of kindness, trust and the like. Because every somebody he had encountered during his journey was gifted with their own personal 'flare'. No soul was the same as another, despite some foreseen stereotypes.
Just as I expected! No wonder you've become the champion...
And he had become a shining example of redemption. Because regardless of the current situation their maturity had grown increasingly clear as time passed, being acknowledged as hometown heroes alike. They could have even formed a lasting brotherhood if not for earlier occurences. And so the agonizing screams lingers in his ears as he runs, the inevitable future closing in on him.
I let you down. But words meant nothing, as they never bore any meaning in the unchanging past and they never would bear any significance in the unforeseeable future. Now if the past could be rewritten so that thirty years from this point forward children would not read about us in history books as failures who preached intolerance and promoted mass genocide, nobody would hesitate to scribble over such recounts.
But the past could not, and would not be changed.
The boy felt intoxicated by the atmosphere, and the summit was no longer in his sights. His heartbeat halted momentarily as his hands gestured to his chest. Then his legs began moving by their own accord, and his face turned blue. And in the midst of snowfall he lost all consciousness and collapsed.