Silverus nudged a pebble around aimlessly along the floor of the cave with his foot as he steadily paced about, an expression of worry washing over his face. His body was still aching from the flight and he could feel his energy all but drained from him as he looked over again at Lugia standing solemnly at the entrance, staring out across the blue and green archipelago of his kingdom. He was almost identical to him - a great silver bird with long, slender wings, deep blue fins surrounding his dark brown eyes and lining his back and the tip of his tail. Larger in stature he had always been however; they were both fully grown despite the fact Silverus was younger.

"I don't get it. What in Arceus' name did I do to make you this angry?" Silverus queried with a mix of worry and frustration, staring at him as directly as he could. Lugia had always acted rationally and calmly in almost any situation they had been in, and it was tormenting how unusually silent and cryptic he was being.

For the first time in a good while, Lugia turned around and glared his smaller brother in the eye, still frowning bitterly.

"Hmm... I don't know. Maybe the fact that you almost killed yourself?" he growled, his wings dug into his hips as he approached.

"The fact that you seem to think that everything is some game?" he continued.

"And the fact that I am here fighting the battles we should be fighting together and you only care about your own!?" he shouted, looming over Silverus with rage flaming in his eyes. Silverus looked up at him meekly, firstly in fear of his brother's loud voice, then glaring back at him in retort.

"And you are just jealous of what I can do!" he snapped back, standing as tall as he could next him.

Lugia simply looked at him, silent and and with a mixed expression of shock and anger. Growling in frustration as if expecting a response, Silverus firmly pushed him aside with one wing and stormed off into the darkness of the cave where he stood, looking at the floor listlessly.

"...did you do it?" Lugia asked out of the blue, a calmer tone in hus voice as he stared in his brother's direction. He did not turn.

"What?" Silverus replied irritably.

"The Limit. Did you make it?"

Looking up, Silverus turned around and faced him again, his eyes gentler than before.

"Yes... I did. At least I think I did. The boom was hard to miss." he said, chuckling slightly at his last remark.

Lugia walked over to him and sighed deeply. He couldn't hate his brother.

"I'm glad you finally managed it... and I'm sorry."

With this Lugia opened his wings, prompting Silverus to embrace him tightly, resting his silver beak on his shoulder smiling.

"But you have to be careful, brother. The world is a dangerous place; I don't want to lose you to it." Lugia calmly, yet slightly sternly.

Silverus released for a moment and looked his brother in the eye, clutching his wings tightly. He could always trust Lugia to be there for him.

"I should be the one apologising. I should never have taken that risk." he said sadly, staring downwards for a moment.

With this, Lugia smiled and patted him gently on the shoulder, letting him go and looking over to the light streaming in from the cave's mouth. His brother was reckless - no doubt - but he was also a caring, kind soul. The combination of these two traits only made him more protective. He turned back to him.

"Fancy a swim? You must be starving!" he joked, grinning at him intently. Silverus laughed and began to run, passing Lugia as he spread his wings towards the ocean ahead of him.

"I'm already there!"

Always enthusiastic... Lugia thought as he rushed to keep up with him. What harm could some time with his brother do, anyway?

In the murky, twilight depths of the ever flowing ocean, a school of Magikarp scattered wildly. Behind them, the dark silhouettles of two legendary birds floated towards them. Silverus was suddenly distracted by the fish, his eyes darting in their direction before he grunted in light-hearted annoyance.

"Damn! Didn't see them." he complained to Lugia, who simply smirked at him in return.

"What's this?" he replied sarkily, "The all powerful Silverus at last admits a mistake?"

Glaring at him with humour, he then closed his eyes, exhaling his breath in a flurry of bubbles as he focused once again. The water doesn't matter... he thought, summoning his psychic power once more. His eyes were glowing bright blue again as he felt the energy surge through his wings. He didn't enjoy swimming as much as flying - despite being adapted for both - but it still gave him quite the rush when he put his power to the test. Soon he had bolted off to the deep, leaving Lugia in the dust. His brother instead opted to swim unaided as he followed him, preferring the feel of water streaming past his feathers.

Snap. Another unfortunate 'karp came too close to Silverus' sharp beak as he snatched it from the blue and swallowed it whole. That was number three, though he knew he could not have bested his brother. Lugia had always been the master of hunting underwater, despite Silverus' superiority in the air.

Using his psychic essence, he could breathe almost indefinitely underwater with no need to waste time coming to the surface for air. Almost, as using it drained him; he couldn't keep it up forever, despite having learnt through years of practice to effectively summon his energy. Lugia however had never relied on it. How he managed to do all these things as well as he could without-

Gulp. Silverus tasted water momentarily before choking loudly. Not again. Panicking, he flapped frantically upwards to reach the surface, trying his best to ignore the liquid now pooling in his lungs. In what felt like hours he emerged from the surface and flopped onto a nearby beach, his body limp as he inhaled deeply. Rolling over, he noticed a familiar figure standing there once again, looking at him disappointingly.

Silverus didn't want to hear it.

"I got distracted, Lugia. You know that I'm capable-"

Lugia wasted no time in being blunt.

"You rely on your essence too much." he said, raising his wing.

Silverus rolled his eyes and groaned again, pulling himself to his feet and looking away. Would he ever get a break?

At this, Lugia frowned, his tone once again becoming serious.

"One day, you're going to get yourself into a hole you cannot escape from." he snapped, prompting Silverus to stop and sigh for a moment as he looked down at the shallow waters ahead of him.

"I know, Lugia..." he murmured, having been through this countless times before.

He turned to look his brother in the eye, pointing at himself as he did so.

"But this is just... me. I can't change who I am."

Lugia paused for a moment before sighing deeply.

"Silverus... you are young. As time goes by you'll realise things change and sometimes, you have to change with them." he said gently, coming close to him and resting a wing on his shoulder.

As much as he didn't want to hear it, when he thought about it there was certainly sense in his brother's words. The calming of the Great Storm, the taming of of the Whirl Islands' legendary birds - if anyone had the experience to speak from, it was Lugia.

Silverus perked a smile.

"Whatever happens, I'll be there for you." Lugia reassured, smiling back.

A deep, telepathic voice suddenly reverberated through their minds.

"Lugia, Silverus... there has been a... dimensional disturbance." it droned with a wary tone. It was Dialga, the Pokémon of Space.

Lugia's eyes quickly furrowed as he looked up in thought. Whenever Dialga spoke to them, especially over such long distances, something serious was happening.

"Understood. We're on our way." he said dutifully, raising his wings for flight. Silverus followed without question.