Silver jumped down from the high ledge onto the ground. He was still climbing down the mountain side, when he stopped to look at the wonderful view. His friend Sneasel jumped down beside him and scuffled over and clung to his leg.

It has been two years sense Giovanni tried to find him as his son and the heir to team Rocket. He was now sixteen and growing up, taller and more wise than Gold would ever be. Johto was at peace now, and everything was going well. The sun was setting over the horizon and the Pidgey made their last mad dash somewhere back where they there was something unsettling on the horizon, a new evil was rising, Silver knew deep in his heart. That the evil was still here in Johto, he just didn't know would travel to Dragons den to train and learn, yet he was already smart in combat.

Silver shook off his feelings and started climbing down the rest of the hill, still determined to get to the bottom before dark settled.

But the uneasiness in his heart remained. As if his soul was shouting at him the answer to that uneasiness. The memories of the Masked man remained in his heart no… not remained, burned into his heart. Just like the face of his father.

Sneasel followed him down slowly, still uneasy whether this was a good idea.

There was just too much on his mind now… maybe he would talk to Green about this… this feeling he had. It was uneasy as he thought before, more than uneasy now that he was thinking about it.

Silver finally reached the bottom of the mountain and Sneasel jumped into his arms, happily he cried out and Silver caught his little friend and put him on the looked back at the horizon, as if the answer was there. There and then he saw something coming toward them. It sparkled white in the sunset and it was large and flying.

It flew over head and passed them without a single trace saw something in Sneasel's Claw, he reached to get was a Diamond like Rock.