Prologue:

We all wished for our wish. What if that is the worst that you had wished.

He stood on the top of the world. A desolate place isolated of warmth, and there he stood. Waiting.
For what? He did not know. Somewhere along the way, he had forgotten his true purpose.
White, nothing but snow everywhere. From his view it was all that he could see. The mountain was blanked in
snow and the high altitude only made the temperature worse. Not that it matter anymore.
After all these years he just got used to it. Seeing the world from a different view.

His heart grew colder as each wind breeze past by his face. He wanted a break, a break from everything.
A legends return is like the seed that implants the deserted, dark-filled soil.
A purpose will be found for our hero; Red.
This is the legendary story. Red an uncrowned champion:

Chapter 1: Meet the Professor

Back in Pallet Town Professor Samuel Oak has decided to visit Delia. Reds mother.
He felt the pain the mother must've felt, your child disappeared suddenly and decides to not return
Everyone thought Kanto's champion has died. Everyone besides The professor.
He just doesn't let that slip past, it doesn't add up. The Pokemon professor didn't think it could be
possible. For a champion to die.

Before he was about to leave the lab he told Clarke, a studying scientist that is guided by the
professor as his protege, to make sure the fossil was alright and to contact Cinnabar if he has seen anything
unusual. The protege directly stood and done as commanded and headed towards the chamber.
Clarke was an nineteen-year old student from Pallet Town University. His chestnut wavy hair showed that he
did care of his looks with his natural plain-white skin. A lab coat with a red tie giving the professor a
hard time to forget Red. He had unusual glasses. Ones that were white however you could not see his pupils.
Which obviously made Clarke a unusual and mysterious person. He doesn't talk about anything personal and the professors has
known him ever since he was sixteen years old. Which is strange and odd and worse of all just to tip it all off
he always carries a black book. No-one knows the context it contains. Rather an different person as the professor
always refers to, One of a kind.

Professor Oak looked at the time, it was 11:03 A.M. He had a nostalgic memory and thought back to exactly
five years ago. That's when he last saw Red. Red was so passion and excited to catch the Legendary Pokemon
MEWTWO. Yes 'Catch' he did not refer to it as meet or challenge but instead referred to it as 'catch'.
The professor could never forget his enthusiasm, that fierce fire burning in his heart for eternity.
he was sure that he would catch this legend although his rival Blue, The professors grandson had injured
himself approaching the Pokemon. Red was always that sure. Whenever he said he'd do it, he actually would.
The professor could think of Red all-day long but that would only soften his heart. The professor
always felt guilty of his disappearance, Delia doesn't blame him, no-one does. He just has that
feeling that he set Red up. Set-ted him up for his disappearance.

He toke off his white lab coat and reached for his jacket. A black cropped leather jacket. Perfect for his mood
He then reached for a similar type hood. He looked casual, at least his opinion of casual.
When he turned around the door swung open in great speed and because of the impact it has immediately closed.

A young kid stormed in. The professor looked at this young person. A kid with black shorts and a fire-red hoodie.
a plain-white natural skin and a cap. A cap like Red's but instead of the 'red' color it was 'gold'
The kid was facing Clarke in an excited yet anxious face. In desperation he tried to speak but he mouth was shut.
He was out of breath desperately trying to inhale large amount of oxygen. He wanted to get this done and over with.
"Have ... Have you seen..." Said the guy. He then intensely grabbed his knee and bend over looking straight
down, After a few seconds the professor was still standing in the corner of the lab with an confused face.
This kid obviously didn't notice the professor standing at the corner ready to leave the lab.
'Who is this person, and why is he here?' thought the professor in his baffled mind. The guy look up with his
Hazel nut pupils towards Clarke as drops of sweat dropped on the floor. He repeated the question but with
tranquility. "Where is the Professor?" and without even giving Clarke the change to reply the professor steps
forward making Clarke swallow his spit. "How can I help you young man?" said the Professor.
In shock the kid turned around and got rid of the sweat on his face with his sleeve. He looked and noticed it was the professor.
"I dearly apologize for the inconvenience and the rush I was in, however I have got a message from Johto."
"Who are you?" Impatiently interrupted the professor. "I am Ethan. Ethan from the Johto region, sir."

'Johto' repeated the professor in his head. He remembered the region however,
'Johto' had a meaning but what was it. thought the professor.
"Ahhhh..." said the professor suddenly changing that confused look on his face. Now the professor looked rather
happy again. "It's that E-mail Robe..." said the professor in confidence and then suddenly shouted "Professor Elm, Professor
Elm. It's the E-mail professor Elm send me." to quickly redeem himself and make Ethan forget about the first sentence.
Luckily in favor of the professor he didn't seem to pay much attention. Instead he decided to rub his back for some kind of reason.
The professor was kinda surprised with a blank expression on his headed towards the entrance and
found a black side bag with a poke-ball logo on its back. Clarke immediately grabbed it and understood why Ethan
had a blank expression. Ethan felt relieved and upon taking it off the hands of Clarke he Thanked him and gave
a smile, one that rather explained the connection he had with this bag. "It's my uncle's you see..." said Ethan "According
to mum he was a Champion and that's hopefully what I'll be one day. A true champion, my name will be known
as Ethan,no in honor and glory for my uncle it'll be known as Gold. Just like Gold my name will be precious."

Professor Oak had a shock, a nostalgic memory appeared in front of him. He thought back to when he was a Pokemon
trainer, When he visited Azalea Town in Johto. He heard a roar, a mighty roar not just any Pokemon could've made.
This was when he approached the city and was ready to challenge 'Bugsy for a gym-badge.'One that
only he heard because everyone else was just acting normal. He felt creep out jet his encouragement made
him head towards the roar. He then saw a forest, Ilex Forest. an average looking forest. One that looked just like
Viridian Forest. He roamed in the middle of the forest, the center and heart of the tree's and then saw a
guy that looked similar to Ethan. Yes, The professor is sure that he heard that exact same phrase.
I am known as Gold, Just like Gold my name will be precious. He saw the same courage and truth in Gold's face
in Ethan's. The professor was certain. It reminded him of Red. Although he promised to stop thinking of him
that much. Ethan had the same courage as both of them. He can be as great as Red, Or his uncle.
There was only one though. I can also lose this guy. Just like I made a mistake to get Red to fulfill my dreams.
For what, taking a life for a Poke-Dex. The Professor lowered his hood so it was harder to see his expressions. He then left the
lab without even a slight sound coming out of his mouth. Ethan was shocked and turned and tried stopping the professor by shouting
his name. When Ethan turned around Clarke gave a shoulder-up and shrug them.
He told Ethan to just drop by tomorrow as it was already getting dark outside.
"Is... Is this normal?" Asked Ethan in a disappointing look. Clarke just couldn't answer. Clarke never understood the professor.

"I guess so." Were Clarke's last words before he also left.

The professor was walking past a bridge. He saw Pokemon living in harmony side by side swimming the currents below.
When he looked up he saw Pokemon flying past the rainy weather side by side as the evolved Pokemon were taking care of the inexperienced
devolution. 'Why is everything so perfect. I mean for Pokemon' Thought the Professor. This is how professor Oak spends his lonely days
sitting by a bench near the river, everyone in the area tries making him feel comfortable by offering him stays and drinks etc. But
nothing is the same, not without Red around.

Ethan practically ran around until almost all the shops were closed. All but one. in the distance he saw light he immediately ran to
this light almost certain it was a shop. It turned to be a PIKACHU who used thunderbolt. It was a wild PIKACHU so it ran when it saw
Ethan. Then at a bench just meters away from him he saw a guy with a black jacket and a black hood. He could almost swear it was the
professor, taking his chances whilst he was grinding and tensing his teeth he said in a squeaky voice. "Is... is this professor Oak."
The figure turned around and looked at Ethan with a surprised face. "Oh... it's just you" said the professor. Ethan feeling relieved
that it wasn't a stranger he then decided to sit next to him. "So professor, I have noticed that you we're acting rather unusual today"
said Ethan. "Please, you can trust me." Ethan gave a reassuring smile.

With a sigh the professor started to speak."I remember, remember it like it was yesterday. The time after he left,"
"Not to be rude." Interrupted Ethan "But who left?" he said. "A hero, Kanto's hero" he said "I mean. It's just not right.
No champion had ever simply abducted their position, let alone do it without telling anyone about it. Heck he didn't even visit.
Considering he had taken the crown from Blue not even a hours earlier... They looked for him everywhere of course. Blue had to have known, but never
let on, perhaps Red made him promise. They must have spent a fortune. But after several months, it became clear that Red did not want to be found.
Red always...had a way with Pokemon. Like he trusted them more than he trusted his fellow humans. Perhaps rightfully so...he had many admirers but few
friends. But they say if you go deeply enough into the Silver Mountains, far off in Johto, and listen into the wind, you can hear claps of thunder,
and the cries of a roaring CHARIZARD..." The professor chuckled "Then again that is just the confusion of an old man."

Ethan felt emphatic for the old man. "I am left speechless. But isn't he suppose to be dead." Ethan asked confused.
"No!" said the professor snapping reacting, "He is alive and I bet you that he is training his Pokemon's."
The skies were pitch-black and the professor offered Ethan a walk back to the Pokecentre, He rented Ethan a room and told him to come by the lab
the next morning if he could.