It was a mid-winters day in Kanto. The sky was dark and cloudy as Red trudged through the snow towards Lavender Town. He was on his way there to visit the Pokemon

Tower and catch a ghastly. He wanted one so that his battle against Bruno of the Elite Four would be slightly easier. But as he walked up route 12, he noticed that the

snow seemed to be melting the closer he got to Lavender Town. Shivering, Red pulled his jacked farther around his shoulders. "Why do I always get the chills when going

to Lavender Town?" He wondered. The strange music that echoed in his mind whenever he walked through the city, it trembled his bones. But he was already starting to

get used to the theme, so it didn't bother him as much anymore. But something still just didn't seem right. Red pulled his jacket tighter and continued to trudge through

the ever receding snowline. Red began to notice it wasn't so cloudy anymore. Perhaps the sun was coming out and they were going to have a warm spell.

Wait a second, Red stopped walking. I thought it said on the weather channel we were going to have more snow this week, He pondered. Something isn't right. He decided,

shrugging his jacket off by accident. "Eeigh!" Red exclaimed snatching it back up off the ground. It was now sopping wet from the melting snow, and only made Red's

already goose-bumpy skin colder. Finally, he made it to Lavender Town. The city appeared deserted. It always did. That was part of what made Lavender Town so eerie.

But even now, the ground was as dry as bones and the grass seemed a bit more dead than it usually did. Red didn't need his wet jacket anymore, and kneeling down

touching the ground, he found the rocks sitting in the sun were extraordinarily hot. He let out a yelp and withdrew his burned hand.

"How...how is this happening?" Red panted. Sweat began to pour down his neck and back. His black tee, which had before been his only warmth since his jacket got wet,

began to feel terribly uncomfortable. Red looked up into the sky at the sun. It was bigger and brighter than he remembered. His arms began to get weak, and his legs

gave way beneath him. Red tried to cry out as he fell to the ground, but his mouth felt dry and cottony. Static filled his vision as the hot sun beat down on his skin. The

last thing he remembered before passing out was a shadow cast down on him as a tall, dark red creature made of bones bent over his body.

The face of Groudon.