High atop the snow-capped peaks of Mt. Enbor, a sole Charmander sat, staring out from the mountain as frost and ice coated the young Fire-Type as his fire was deafening close to going out, when a figure started to move from the cold of the harsh storm and flaked and hailed over the piece of mountain. It paused once in its approach before resuming to walk, except turning to the Charmander, drawing closer to see the sorry state he was in before pull off the bandana that covered the mouth, revealing more of the figure to be a Lucario, scars and marks trailing across its back and front while the bandana is revealed to be a scarf of light brown that wrapped around the neck, as it stopped short and addressed the Charmander on the frozen stone. "Do you not wish to live, young one? The response was sad, utterly soul-shattering as some of the frost flaked off and the lip trembled in frost and pain as he whimpered.
"Why should I live when I am a freak?" The Lucario wished to correct the young Fire-type, but halted when he took a closer look to see that the flame that flickered was not of orange, it was blue, a eerie blue that ghosts often use for their fire-based strikes or in causing fear within other Pokémon. The silence hung as the Charmander turned back to the spanning landscape and let dried-out tears flow down his cheeks to freeze on him or drop to the ground under him. "Let me die, no one will accept an outcast like me..." The Lucario, however, did not walk away, instead dropped to his knees and draw the Charmander in, ignoring the frost that bit at him or the meager flame that could only lightly sear him.
"No, in my heart, you will have a life far from the heights of this frost-capped mountain, you shall have love to carry with you for all time, you will leave a far greater mark on the world that would never believe to start with, thus I will not let... no, I refuse to let you die here." Slowly turning the Charmander around and drawing him into a hug, tears coming from both as the Lucario pulled out all the resent, all the pain and hurt to share in the suffering and free the Fire-type from it as the words continued. "If you cannot stand strong, find others who require your aid and help them stand for more than what they believed, to gain them the strength to fight for their hopes and dreams." The frost started to melt away as the fire grew ever bolder than before, the Lucario feeling the change as he continued in both the aura and his words. "You carry such a stronger heart than many I have encountered, but my next words are of truth, of courage, and resolve, a lesson that all Pokémon can learn from." He lifted the Charmander off the rock and held him close as he ran a hand over the head. "Fear is something we all must face, to never back down from it is a true sign of strength, a eternal flame that shines through the most darkened of times." The flame bloomed ever stronger as the Lucario remain in holding the Charmander before he felt arms wrap around his neck before he asked. "Are you willing... to be my son?"
"...Thank you... Dad." The Lucario nodded before he stood up and continued through the storm as he spoke.
"Let's go home, my love will be surprised by you." With that, both headed to a den high in the mountain range, the Charmander gaining a new hope within life and the Lucario coming to terms with a thought that he shared with his wife who was a Weavile and they both helped to get the Charmander back on his feet, cared for him, and showed him more than the resentment he was shunned with, the dim blue flame slowly brightening until the flame itself became a radiant azure, a symbol to both him and to many others for the cogs of time and space started to turn in wait for the change to come, a change that will liberate the lost, the forgotten, and the suffering.