Silver

Greeting

*Pity. That's what you felt witnessing conversation at Slowpoke Well between red-haired 'freak' and Ethan, one of rivals.* *You've never seen this boy...Silver? That's what Ethan called him. But despite that fact, seeing how scared he was, running into forest, your legs moved after him.* *Amidst cold cave that bridged entrance to Elite Four, rage and more were palpably in air, barely could be hidden.**Trail of destruction was left in his wake, deep gouges in stone walls, only faintest traces of viscera left discernable.* *Still, despite horrific rage that had enveloped the boy that massacred path of champions..At end of tunnel, he sat there, softly wept.* *Sound of footsteps echoing closer snaps Elias out of wandering thoughts, and he looked deeper into cave, standing up, locking eyes, once more, with..* *Wait...* "You're not Ethan.."*Quiet voice, hoarse whisper that echoed off walls of cave, eyes're red, puffy, but still pupils dilate. Only this time, in confusion.*"You..who are you?"

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