This elf world is a bit strange

Young dragons like to sit on their mothers' backs and fly in the sky together.

However, good days are always like the beautiful evening scenery in late autumn, fleeting.

Just like the autumn afterglow hiding the last ray of light, night and cold winter come quietly.

Although the mother of Tyrannosaurus enjoys being intimate with her son, she rarely has the chance.

After flying for a while, the Tyrannosaurus will feel tired and unable to continue, and finally has to fall down in a hurry.

Its injuries became more serious.

Even though the hot springs in the mountains were blessed by Bolkanion and could bring miraculous healing effects, they could not cure the illness of the Tyrannosaurus.

The scar on his abdomen was an irreversible injury from a quarrel when he was young. It had endangered his internal organs and, over the years, it was no longer recoverable.

After struggling for several years, it has reached the end of its life.

One ordinary evening, knowing that its end was near, it took off into the sky for the last time with its beloved child on its back. Its once strong and powerful wings were already trembling slightly.

The old friends could only watch from afar as this mother and son, who had just arrived at the plateau but were loved by all the Pokémon for their kindness, which was far different from that of other Dragonite families, headed for the flower fields high in the mountains.

Surrounded by flowers, Dragonite tiredly put down the baby dragon, which was still confused but vaguely aware of something.

This used to be the favorite resting place for the mother and son, but now it has become a place of farewell.

The once vigorous wings had long since become weak, and the world before his eyes gradually became dark. The Dragonite gently stretched out its sharp claws, made up its mind, and with a little force, tapped the corner of the baby dragon's eye.

A few drops of blood oozed out, and a small mark was permanently imprinted on its body.

"Boman!"

Feeling the vitality dissipating, with attachment and reluctance, the Flying Dragon gathered its remaining strength and soared into the sky, turning into a small black dot in the distant sky, gradually moving farther and farther away until it disappeared without a trace.

Before leaving, the baby dragon's last memory of his mother was a roar that contained this meaning:

Grow up well until you see the highest scenery, then mother will come back, because that was once our hometown.

The lonely reflection extends far away in the dusk.

That night, no one knew what the baby dragon was doing or thinking. All we knew was that early the next morning, it stumbled back to its original nest, covered in dust.

My favorite pink mountain flowers have now turned into broken petals, stuck to my body by sweat.

Bolkanian, who had promised Falcon to take good care of the baby dragon, wanted to go forward to comfort it, but was nimbly dodged by it.

After a brief packing and rest, Dragonite headed out of the plateau despite the obstruction of a group of Pokémon.

After this departure, it never returned to its hometown, which carried happiness and sorrow, and symbolized childhood and separation.

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The rocky Carlos Canyon.

The steep and desolate Dapeng Mountain.

The densely flowing Oruans Forest.

There is also the erupting volcano Altra.

In a few years, the vast continent of Kalos was filled with the footprints of baby dragons.

For a young quasi-god, such a journey would certainly not be peaceful or smooth.

Influenced by the wild Pokémon of the Nibel Plateau since childhood, it is already afraid of humans and has encountered countless dangers along the way, a small part of which are crises from nature, and most of which are harassment from human trainers.

A sky trainer in Kalos Canyon.

Pokémon Ninja on Mount Dapeng.

Gold diggers searching for diamonds in the Forest of Oroans.

There are also poaching groups at Altra volcano.

Although it has met some kind people who have rescued it, such experiences still make it keep its distance from humans, especially trainers.

Until by chance, it learned the location of the highest peak in Kalos from a kind-hearted mountaineer.

Although it has known for a long time that its mother has left this world, her last words still remain an obsession in its heart.

Supported by this obsession, it trains itself day after day with the goal of climbing to the highest peak. Its goal is to one day reach the top of Grant Peak, the peak that once bore the traces of its mother's life and was originally its home.

Only, it didn’t go smoothly.

This is especially true for an animal that cannot fly.

But fortunately, in encounter after encounter, it has received support that was previously unimaginable.

The inner barrier gradually fades away in the ordinary interactions.

Until today, the majestic peak that looks like a dragon's head is right before our eyes.

A myriad of mixed emotions were cast at Firion, who was blocking the wind and clearing the way in front of him. The baby dragon felt a little complicated.

The warnings of my predecessors and relatives on the Nibel Plateau are still ringing in my ears.

The experiences and lessons along the way are still vivid in my mind.

But everything seems to be different.

"Why are you walking so slowly? Are you cold? Let me lend you a hand. You have to hurry up. It looks like it's going to snow soon."

"Bagon!"

Tightening his little cotton-padded jacket, Baby Dragon quickened his pace and caught up.

It is indeed very close, without any obstacles.

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"Come here, I'll pull you."

"Bagon!"

"Hey...get up!"

He used his hands and feet, his face was covered in dust and the fine snow had piled up into a thin layer on his head and shoulders.

After going through all the hardships, Firion and the baby dragon sat side by side on the "dragon head" and looked at the scenery in the distance.

The sun was setting and was about to sink into the distant horizon.

The orange-red glow gradually dissipated, leaving only a beautiful and short-lived aftertaste.

Everything ahead seemed small, eternal and yet fleeting.

“Hu…Ha!”

Firion took off his snow-covered hood, felt the cool breeze, and took a deep breath of the fresh but slightly thin air on the top of the mountain. He felt refreshed.

Turning around, I saw a hazy "white mist" rising from the baby dragon's head.

"You're quite energetic. You've sweated so much."

Firio teased, tapping his fingertips lightly on the top of the baby dragon's head.

"Bagon? Bagon!"

The baby dragon, who at first didn't realize what Firion was talking about, tilted its head, and when it felt the knock on its head, it grinned and stretched out its little paw, pointing it at Firion's head.

There, sweat also evaporated and rose, turning into wisps of mist.

"Eh?" Subconsciously, Firion put his hand on his head, feeling the rising heat, and laughed heartily. He picked up the baby dragon who was relaxing for a rare time, "Ha, you have a good eye."

"Bagon! Bagon!"

The strong baby dragon struggled, turned over, and pressed Firion to the ground.

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With his companions remaining inactive, the wrestling match on the top of the mountain ended with Filio's complete defeat.

The baby dragon, who was rarely childish, laughed heartily and vented his emotions until night fell.

The familiar evening scene is quite different.

"Remember, when we separated last time, I told you that if we were destined to meet again, you could tell me your story and what you were pursuing. How about that? Now I think at least one of your goals has been achieved. Can you tell me now?"

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Firion asked softly as he looked at the baby dragon who was also panting.

"Madge!"

The little dream demon flashed out of the Poké Ball and looked at the little dinosaur, who was finally no longer tense, with a smile on his face.

There were flashes of white light, and the companions who had been watching everything in the Poké Ball also appeared.

The weather was fine, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the scattered snowflakes had completely disappeared.

The magnificent summit of Grant had a rare clear night.

"Bagong..."

With a vague gaze looking into the empty distance, his heart was agitated and Baby Dragon talked about the past that he had never mentioned to anyone since leaving the plateau.

In the silent listening, only the voice of the baby dragon drifted farther and farther away under the light of the fire.

The emotions that had been pent up for many years and could not be expressed in words were fully released under the cover of night.

It was a sleepless night.

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The next morning, when it was almost dawn but not yet daybreak.

A faint glow of dawn was already visible.

After spending an unforgettable night on the top of the mountains, Firion walked out of the tent and approached the baby dragon standing on the edge of the cliff.

"You must have not slept well last night, right? Neither did I. But speaking out what's been on your mind may make you feel better in the long run. At the very least, you have certainly fulfilled your mother's expectations of you, or should I say, have greatly exceeded them, I can guarantee that."

He squatted down and picked up the little guy who was already chilled by the cold wind. The weight of nearly 50 kilograms after growing up seemed nothing in front of Firion, who had become stronger after receiving the blessing of Xerneas. With a little effort, he held him in his arms.

"Bagon! Bagon..."

Nodding seriously, the baby dragon raised his chin and looked at Firion who was staring intently ahead, hesitating and seeming to be hesitant to speak.

In the tent behind me, my friends who also woke up early came out one after another and sat in the small open space on the edge of the cliff.

The sunrise in the mountains is an unprecedented experience for each of them.

"..."

Seeing the Pokémon sitting in a group, the dragon had no choice but to lower its head and look into the distance in silence.

It was at this moment that the first ray of morning light rose from below the horizon.

Then, there was a golden glow.

The eastern sky gradually turned red.

The brilliant clouds set off the Grant Peak that reaches high into the sky.

The silvery-white kingdom of snow briefly showed a touching blush.

Eight gazes were directed towards the horizon in unison, with a look of deep intoxication.

"Boman!——"

Just as everyone was reveling in the magnificent beauty of nature, halfway up the mountain, a huge flying dragon soared into the sky with a majestic roar.

A slightly ferocious and majestic face.

Strong and powerful limbs and sharp claws.

A long tail that is slender yet powerful.

And those gorgeous blood-red wings looked like a bright moon stained with blood.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex in the story suddenly appears, bringing with it romance and ferocity.

The awe-inspiring aura swept around indiscriminately, but did not take the tiny individual on the top of the mountain into consideration. It just circled, rose, and dived in the air, showing the life tension standing at the top of Pokémon.

The baby dragon's eyes widened in shock, he broke free from Firion's hands, and strode towards the edge of the cliff.

Tears as big as beans welled up unconsciously.