He couldn't believe the league council. All the respect he'd had for his former colleagues had dissipated and turned into anger. He hated them for prolonging a war they would inevitably win but to him… they'd already lost.
Too many were gone. His father, Surge, Lance, Pryce, were all gone. He loathed that region and he made a promise. His father would want him to do this, to bring storms to the region of islands and he could do it. They were flying types, guardian and had the power to stop the suffering of Kahto*, maybe the power to end his.
It would not be vengeance, it would be justice. Fire, ice and lightning would rain down on the world's enemies and he would be a saviour. He knew it wouldn't resurrect the dead but he felt that it would at least allow them to rest in peace.
Falkner stood at the remains of the two towers and awaited the legendries. Surely they would answer his call; it was for the sake of Johto.
The wind was still in anticipation but the sky was grim and grey. His hands clutched his navy coat and his blue hair fell over his enraged eyes. He spared a moment and looked over to the abandoned gym. The spiritual energy had left along with the coward Morty; he had yearned for us all to flee, to hide from the looming tragedy. We had dismissed him in nervous laughter, too determined to win but Falkner knew that his warning had affirmed itself into the mind of us all. No-one could fully discredit the seer's premonition.
He turned in defiance and repeated the names of all the dead therapeutically to remind him of his goal and what he was striving for.
He whispered, "Father, Surge, Lance, Pryce…" but faltered. A strong wind had picked up and he looked upwards. There was no sun in the sky but the creatures that flew down were even more radiant in Falkner's entranced eyes. He met their eyes and he felt an understanding and he laughed in honest joy. If only his father was here.
The two let out their magnificent cries and they, along with Falkner's triumphant laughs, filled the cold silent Ecruteak city. He had done it. He was going to end the war and save everyone.
"Ho-oh! Lugia! Mighty guardians of Johto and Kanto, together we will strike Hoenn with fire, lightning and ice! We will unleash a storm that will never…" despite the howling wind and roaring legendaries he heard a van drive up to the burnt towers.
He wheeled around and his rage was felt by the pokémon he'd just connected with. The wind blew more ferociously and Falkner saw the driver and passengers shield their faces while their clothes billowed violently as they exited the van.
"Falkner, you must stop this at once! Think about what this could mean for the world!" The professor shouted above the storm.
"Samuel! How dare you stop me!" Falkner bellowed. " I thought after Pryce and Lance you would want this war to end!"
Professor Oak's face was distraught, "Of course I want this war to end but utter destruction is never the answer!"
Two people ran forward and Falkner's face twitched angrily in recognition. They both wore large coats that covered their iconic outfits but Whitney's pink bunches, Janine's purple spikes and ninja mask was all too visible.
"Falkner, please!" Janine cried with her tears blowing away in the savage gusts.
"We were all hurt but this can't be the answer!" Whitney joined the pleading but the pokémon behind Falkner, with the powerful flaps of their wings stirring up the storm, stood as Falkner's reason and his bereavement stood as his protection so their begging couldn't penetrate his heart.
"I'm not backing down! I've worked too hard and lost too much to lose it all." His voice cracked with emotion and he looked away from Janine and Whitney's faces of despair and glared at Oak.
"I always knew you'd betray us." Falkner spat and he turned determinedly to the pokémon.
"Unleash your power on Hoenn! Fulfil your duties as guardians and avenge the fallen of Kahto!" He commanded and the legendaries rose powerfully.
Fear consumed Oak and Whitney, they trembled as horrific images of the future flashed through their minds but Janine furrowed her eyebrows in anger. The death of Falkner's father had unhinged him more than she'd previously believed and now only she and her training to stay focused could save thousands of people.
Fluidly, she grabbed her shuriken pokéballs, threw them and her pokémon burst out. A crobat, weezing, venemoth and two ariados appeared alongside her father's muk.
"Use confuse ray, sludge bomb, gunk shot and poison jab!" She commanded and the corresponding pokémon attacked. The weezing, venemoth, muk and crobat attacked the two legendaries and the ariados tackled Falkner. He tried to flail and fight them off but they'd trapped his arms and began to attack him. Janine was haunted as Falkner managed to turn over and stare at her with a mix of unbelievable sadness and anger until he slumped, unconscious.
The birds roared terribly but they had lost their connection with the summoner so they flashed greatly and disappeared. The residue poison from Janine's attacks was blown off by the wind in their wake and left wisps of fog lingering in the air.
Falkner was imprisoned by the league and the war had raged on with great and numerous casualties but the end had not come with victory.
Hoenn was beginning to lose, it could not fight two regions simultaneously so they had turned to the pokémon of the land and the sea. Peace had failed and neither side could surrender. Morty had been correct and Kahto was lost to natural disasters brought on by Team Magma and Aqua. Many good people were lost in the eruptions and floods but many were lost in the cities riddled with crime and gangs.
Criminals were seizing power and there was nothing to do about it. Leading the onslaught of gang rule was the Zephyrs.
*Kahto is the continent of Johto and Kanto