[ EU ] You are a Pokémon Trainer that has just defeated the Elite Four . The Champion awaits your challenge .

This is it. I've beaten what is considered the best of the best. That people know of. I know there is one more person who awaits my challenge, at the top of the mountain. I hike up my pants, adjust my jacket, and start up the path. Even the pokemon that usually hang around the mountain to harass people seem to know that something is about to go down. They are no where to be found. 
 
 Step after step, I feel a storm brewing. It's as if the very weather itself is lending to the final culmination of my journey. The mountain gets steeper, I'm not so much as walking as I am climbing. I do n't want to bring out my pokemon though, not now. They need to be fresh and ready. 
 
 One hand, then the other. I feel the rocks give way under my feet, and I slip, barely hanging on. I swing around to hug the rock face as rain begins to pelt me. Lightning flashes. I'm almost there. With a heave, and a good pull, I haul myself over the edge onto the plateau, and there he is. His hat is pulled low, I ca n't see his eyes. He is just standing there. 
 
 It's as if time stopped. Nothing exists except him and I sizing each other up wordlessly. The lighting flashes again, and the rain assaults our forms. Finally, slowly and with what seemed to be a final precision, he reaches for a pokeball. There were no words exchanged. We knew why the other was there. I pulled my first pokemon out, the one the professor gave me to start my journey. My close friend, and partner. He was there for my first battle. 
 
 Now it was time for our final one.
