This is a one shot about the events of Mt Sliver. Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Review if you enjoyed it. A Lapse in Time Why must the journey be so long? To whittle down the adventurers? To mentally test them? To teach them to rely on their friends? The Pokemon that stand by me are the only company I need. The journey has come to its end at the top of Mt. Sliver. No where to go. No one to bother me. The destination has been reached.
Gold trudged up the icy slope. No one in sight. No one to bother him. His championship team resided in their pokeballs while he found a suitable place to train. The challengers grew weaker and weaker as the months went by and so his life became boring and pointless. Gold left the Indigo Plateau in a fit of fury. First he went to Hoenn to successfully annihilate their Pokemon league. Six Pokemon stood at the end of the Champion battle and none were Steven's. His rage was then directed to Sinnoh where even Cynthia's Garchomp was not spared. Gold was the champion of three regions gaining more publicity by the second. Some were even saying that Red himself would fall under the might of Gold. Still unsatisfied he left for the one destination that might quench his thirst for challenge. Mt. Sliver. So here he was. Stone cold winter snow gathering on his cap. Shallow air, only swallowed in small gasps as the sun shone dimly on the largest, most gruelling mountain in the world. The adventurer had long endured the hardship of the mountain to reach his destination. Gold neared the summit of the huge mountain. His footsteps being swallowed moments after being placed and a terrible blizzard raging around his body. At the top he stood, triumphantly. He was the greatest trainer to walk the Earth. Nothing could stop him. Nothing.
Until. Through the foggy clouds and the falling snow a figure could be seen. His red vest, red hat visible from 100 paces stood out from the snow building behind him. Gold yelled out to him. The mysterious human moved closer. And closer. And closer... He was surprised to see another human being after 2 years atop a lonely mountain. Gold reached for his dulled pokeball and suggested a challenge to the trainer. Maybe this shall be a worthy match. The figure moved closer to 2 metres away. Finally Gold recognised the Pokemon trainer standing before him. Red spoke for the first time in one and a half years. "Never again".
10 minutes later.
Thankfully the boy had left. It was too late to fix things for me but he was young and hopeful. History didn't repeat itself. A life of solitude has almost broken me. Almost. His journey continues.