I felt I needed a new project to work on, seeing as I'm a little dry for ideas with my other two…. I know, I know -_- but I figured I could really get into this one, after all, it is my favourite game. Instead of Silver, I named the rival kid Ryan, because I felt I needed to deviate a bit from the original G/S/C games. Lyra is still Lyra because that is her English name… and I didn't want to use my actual name lol. The prologue is in 3rd person POV while the rest of the fic will be in Ryan's POV since it is a Silver/Ryan-centric work. But without any further ado, here is the story! Enjoy ^^
Lance's limbs shook feverishly as his Dragonite plummeted from above. It hit the ground with an earth-shattering thud, and Lance raced towards it.
"Dragonite!" He looked completely distressed, much to the compassionless demeanor of his opponent. The sixteen year old may have been smaller, but his fire burned harsher and harsher still, as the young red head commanded his Feraligatr to continue with an onslaught of powerful claw strikes.
Lance looked up briefly to beg for mercy, at the risk of his Pokémon becoming injured further, or perhaps even being killed. The boy, however, was not too keen on listening. He ordered his Pokémon to continue the ruthless attack.
A brunette-haired girl, not much older than the boy, cried out for him to stop, but he still didn't respond. It wasn't until Lance rushed forward and stood in front of his bruised and battered Pokémon that the gator halted, backed away and looked to his trainer for a command. The boy merely shrugged, and called him to return to his Pokéball, thus ending the battle.
"There. Now that's enough." The older trainer glared, and returned his attention to his partner, feeding it a small, candy-like object that instantly made the Pokémon revive from a fainted state. His wounds were in worse condition, however, and Lance immediately began dressing them with gauze and potions.
"Let me help," The young girl said, and hurried over to offer her assistance. To this, the boy felt a twinge of anger from deep inside him, and he turned away from the display.
"I guess this means I'm the Champion." The boy said, his indifferent tone penetrating the thick silence. Lance wasn't amused, though he complied, and gave the kid his fair battle earnings. He quickly instructed the boy to then head for the Hall of Fame area to record his victory. "Hm." The redhead grunted, and walked past the two weaker trainers, eyes closed, heart numbed.
Outside the stadium…
"Ryan!" The young girl called his name angrily, approaching at a fierce gait, ignoring the aloof look in his eyes.
"What do you want, now? Can't you just leave me alone?" He tried to walk away, but she grabbed his arm, defiantly tightening her grip. Above them, dark clouds were rolling in, but neither party seemed to care as they continued their quarrel.
"You're a monster!" She cried.
He wasn't too fond of those kinds of insults. Pushing her away from him, she fell to the ground, and with that, the rain started to pour.