Author's Note: Hello, and thanks for reading!
I replayed Pokemon Black recently, and I noticed that the stone the player has doesn't respond until after N's dragon appears. The ColorlessShipper in me interpreted this rather romantically, of course. So that's where this came from! It's definitely a short one, hopefully that's okay.
As mentioned earlier, this story focuses on ColorlessShipping, or Reshiram and Zekrom! I wrote it in first person, so you may choose which dragon is the narrator.
I do not own Pokemon or the characters used in this story.
Please enjoy!
From the confines of my stone, my senses are stunted. It is difficult to hear and feel, and I most certainly cannot see. But I can vaguely hear your hero talking with the child. I know he is yours because of the way he says your name. He cares for you. His ideas align with yours.
But I can also hear that your hero is a fool. I have made my choice as well. The child is my hero. I have heard my hero's ideas. And they align with my own.
I know what this means. It means that we must fight again. It hurts me to do so, and I know it hurts you, too. Yet it must be done. But I'm not ready to show myself yet.
I want to hear you.
I hear the muffled voice of your hero as he calls your name, and I hear the faded crash as you make your entrance.
And then I hear your cry. Loud and clear, as if there are no stony barriers clouding my senses.
I hear you.
Your roar is just as I remembered. A soaring note charged with energy. I shudder in my confines. I can hear you gathering energy within your tail. I feel your powerful force as you expel your element, demonstrating your awesome strength. I can feel how strong you are. I can hear your softest growls and loudest cries.
Again I shudder, more powerful this time. I can't handle it. I have to get out. I have to see you. As I float into the air and drawn in the aura from your element, I can sense your eyes on me. I know you are feeling the same emotions as I, the emotions that stir within me, driving me to revive my senses. Your aura is too much. I have to release. I hear you catch your breath, and my heart flutters awake. My heartbeat returns.
When I regain my sight, you are the first thing I see. You are beautiful. Your draconian form, so different than my own, is what I've dreamed of for so long.
Our eyes meet, and I cry at you. I want you to hear me. Hear how I've missed you. I see that your eyes are clouded with the emotions I feel.
Seeing you vitalizes me. I release the element I've held in for so long. I exude the same strength as you. I explode with the passion I feel for you and my hero. For I know that one of us will have to fall. And it must be addressed.
Though I want to see you, to hear you, to sense you for eternity, I turn to my hero. It's the only way we can see each other again. And I know I'll be hearing from you soon.