It pleases me to hear that. Here is my rather long story:
Revival
Sunrise. A golden beam of light erupted through the dormant sky, illuminating lakes and painting the horizon with a broad expanse of violet-red tendrils. "Ughhh" Growled Kran, his low voice muffled by the ruffling of several sakura trees. He lay flat on his back, in a state of both mental and physical depression. Leniency had escaped the grasp of his fate. His past was tainted with scars deep and shallow, his very existence a grim shadow of pain. At the age of 17, he was still developing experience as a Pokemon trainer and yet was already high up in the ranks. This origintaed from a period of time whence Kran's determination had peaked and he had trained to the limitations cast upon him. This was an event that followed his loss, a tragic loss that drew him to these very mountains. A curtain of reminiscence intoxicated Kran as his consciousness declined.......
Two years prior to Kran's current position, he was faced with a proposition that revolutionised him completely. Given a strange orange sphere as a gift of gratitiude from a friend, he had confronted a Cyndaquil. Never had the prospect of becoming a Pokemon trainer presented itself to Kran before, but now that it did, he found that concept rather appealing. And thus was the beginning of a joyous yet painful journey. Following the conquering of several gym leaders, Kran had become rather hubris, his confidence often lowering the opacity of his logic to a ridiculous level. Encountering a Bagon, a dragon-type of pokemon that Kran's knowledge implied would evolve into a powerful, quadrupedal, winged dragon, was an exciting meeting for Kran. He soon captured the solemn creature, acknowledging it for its iron-clad determination with new elation.
Bagon soon found its inner strength as Shelgon, Kran working as fiercely as he could to train
shelgon to evolve, but not
himself. Hence were the immense consequences imposed upon the oblivious Kran. He had grown to love his Bagon and when it evolved, his Shelgon. But, the evolution of Shelgon to Salamence had overwhelmed him entirely. Salamence had proven to be far, far too powerful for Kran to manipulate, and in an unexpectated burst of rage, Salamence had abandoned his trainer and vanished. This would have been the essence for a newfound madness for Kran, had it not been for his exceedingly impenetrable resolve. He secluded himself from society and found refuge in the cold mountain range, the Dragon Fang Alps. There he tamed his inheritance, Draflame the ruby longsword. In due time, he became a master of the blade and subsequently a master of practical martial art. Such was the history of Kran Cloudside.
Grrrr. A deep, low reverbation alerted Kran to veracity.
Grrrr. Again came the painful coursing echo of a strange identity. Kran, with Draflame strapped to his back in a sheath of extravagantly woven silver, threaded with gold, ventured toward the heart of the landscape, a crater lake several miles in diameter. After an hour or so of rough orientation through the everlasting beauty of cherry blossoms, Kran emerged at a clearing into the lake. "Hwa!" Gasped Kran as a huge mass of filitered black pulsed through the shallow regions of the lake. Kran's sensitive eyesight ranged over the multitude of colours that blurred around the
thing like a cascade of exposed lanterns.
Shwiiiiiiiiiiiim! A giant dragon streamed out of the water in a mass of red and blue. Abruptly halting in the silent crater mist, the monstrous creature lowered one beady eye at Kran, who was on the verge of releasing huge streaks of tears.
Salamence had presented himself to Kran. Kran knew that he far exceeded the standards at which Salamence would accept him, but was also acutely aware of the fact that he still had to capture Salamence as a wild Pokemon.
Clang! A huge metallic screech pierced the tense silence, as Salamence bolted into the blade of Draflame at breakneck speed. Alas, Kran's reflexes were beyond that of a mere typical swordsman's and he parried the assault with relative ease. Kran dived to his right as a colossal wing cleaved through his left and he counteracttacked with a fierce thread of sophisticated slashes, all presented with the flat of the blade. Sakura petals were engulfed by the merciless flames of Salamence, only to be quenched by the blade of Kran Cloudside. As the battle reached a heated climax, Kran staggered backwads over a strange glistening black object, but his attention was diverted by the formidable proximity of Salamence's emormous claws. Once he regainded his balance and stance, Kran snatched the sphere of heartless black and in breadth of a motionless second identified it as a Pokeball and pounded his blade into Salamence's open mouth, colliding with his steel-like fangs. Kran knew that he had almost exhausted his supply of provisions and Pokeballs in the mountains, so he gazed into the strangely glimmering ball clutched in his hands. Without warning, he withdrew his arm and with a flourish, spreared the spherical entity at the solitary dragon. The ball flew true; with a dull
thip, Salamence was ensnared in the depths of the black Pokeball. Yet Kran was the one most surprised, for at the precise moment, a huge inferno of golden light sprayed him, enveloping the black sphere in a pearlescent aura. The ball slowly transformed and finally, before Kran Cloudside, was his old Salamence encased in a ball of irridescent gold.