A/N: Welcome to the edited version of Episode 2 of The Silver Saga. This one hasn't been edited as much, but it's still different, and hopefully better. Enjoy!

Darkness of the Unown: The Silver Saga

Episode 2

Silver walked out into the crowed streets of Goldenrod. Free time. Most of the time. That pretty much summed up his deal with the Unown. He got all his power, he got to stay alive, and got to do anything he wanted. The only condition was that whenever the Unown needed him to do something, he did it. His work, in a nutshell, was dealing with "disturbances" which were anything that threatened the overall order of the world, especially those that involved Pokemon. However, he only had to deal with the major things. Rampaging Tyranitar were probably the least cataclysmic things that warranted his attention.

So, pretty much most of his time was free. Like now.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He flipped it open and checked his text messages. No new challenges.

"Humph. It looks like Trainers now are even more pathetic than they used to be. I haven't gotten a challenge in months!"

Silver was also the Johto League Champion; suffering from an Elite Four that never let any challengers get to him. Not that they were capable of beating him anyway. He smirked. Humans were so very pathetic, even when aided by their Pokemon.

Silver suddenly realized that in all his thinking, he had lost track of where he was going, and had managed to wander into a residential area of the city. It seemed he had a few human mannerisms left in him after all. It was probably an idiosyncrasy left over from his transformation, but he could never be sure. A side effect of the transformation had been an almost complete loss of memory. There were still some things he remembered, though...

Gah! I'm thinking too much again. I really should do something about this...What?

Out of the corner of his eye, Silver had seen something. A couple of neighborhood thugs, hulking men wielding iron bars, apparently roughing up a young woman. Normally such things would go unnoticed by Silver, but something about her seemed somehow familiar. Something about her bright red hair seemed to trigger something in his memory. Then, he saw her face. Brilliant blue eyes, watered down by tears, soft features glistening with sweat and blood...

Silver suddenly found himself standing behind one of the thugs.

"I suggest you leave her alone," he said simply.

The thug turned around and looked at Silver, his comrade standing behind him holding on to the girl.

"And what if we don't...punk?" replied the thug, moving forwards and attempting to grab Silver by the collar.

A second later, Silver found his hand outstretched, the two thugs floating in the air.

"Or else THIS!"

He moved his hand, and the thugs flew in the same motion. He slammed them into the side of a nearby house, putting a dent in the metal siding. He then sent them flying hundreds of meters in the air,and then slammed them hard into the pavement. They were still.

By this time, the girl had picked herself up and wiped the tears and blood from her face. Silver turned to face her. A look of hope and happiness burst onto her face.

"Allen...!"

She slowly pushed herself off the ground and fell onto Silver, puttting her arms around his neck and her face in his chest.

"Allen...you're still alive...thank you..."

Silver stared in shock at the girl.

"What...Allen...!"

Begin flashback-

The girl moved closer to the boy, looking over his shoulder at the shining object in his hands.

"What is it?" she asked.

"A Ho-oh feather," replied the boy confidently, "From my Ho-oh, as a matter of fact."

End flashback-

"Ho...oh...?" Silver repeated dazedly.

"What?" asked the girl shakily, looking up at Silver.

He snapped back into reality and shoved the girl off of him and onto the ground.

"Look! I am not this "Allen" you speak of. My name is Silver! SILVER!"

He turned his back on her and walked away. She remained on the ground watching him go, tears in her eyes.

"He...forgot me..."

Silver sat on a roof of a skyscraper, the wind blowing through his hair. He looked down on the city, all of its lights spread out over the night. He sighed, and once again told himself that he shouldn't care about that girl. She was just another human, who didn't realize what he did for them all.

But there was something about her...her face, her hair, her body, the way she had looked at him when he shoved he to the ground...stirred something. Something in his memory.

I must have known her before the transformation...no, that's impossible. I'm not the same person. Nobody from then can recognize me...she just mistook me for someone else.

His spirit renewed, he dived off the edge of the roof. His dark clothing concealed him from any watchful eyes, and he landed softly in a back alley. He came out near a small nightclub, one of many that allowed Pokemon battles within. He shruged and heaed for the entrance. But he was stopped by a grating voice in his head.

((DISTURBANCE DETECTED. LUGIA HAS LEFT HIS DESIGNATED AREA. RETURN HIM))

He sighed.

"Of course."

What's gotten into that creature this is the second time in one day...

He RealittyShatteredtrough the Unown's realm andappeared again on top of a ruined tower in the ruins of Alph. He could see Lugia approaching the area. He lifted up into the air and faced the Legendary.

I hope you realize what a nuisance you're becoming, Lugia.

Icould say the same for you, Silver.

Impertinant, aren't you?Now, go back to the Whirl Islands. You know how the Unown stand on your...wandering.

I'm sorry, but I have no intention of remaining in a cave for all eternity. I have tasks to complete, you know.

Then you're just going to have to not complete them.

As you say...

At this, Lugia turned away from Silver and seemed to be heading back towards the Whirl Islands. But then, he wheeled around suddenly.

"AEROBLAST!"

Four wide beams of yellow energy blasted out of Lugia's mouth,arcing out in four directions around Silver. Then, they collapsed in on him, encompassing him within the beam, which them lanced sharply forward. He raised a psychic shield, but the force of the blast sent him flying into a ruined building, collapsing it. Lugia took this opportunity to fly away in the opposite direction as the islands.

The pile of rubble shattered outwards as Silver exploded out of it, rage in his eyes.

Well, it looks like I'm just going to have to hunt you down!

A/N: And that wraps up edited episdoe 2. Hope you enjoyed it. ...And that concludes my editing of The Silver Saga. Now I can make new stuff! Yay!