Once upon a time, it started with a dream.
Long before they could even think, long before they even knew what the meaning of the word ‘was’, ‘where’ or ‘why’, they saw it. A glittering stage, a shining light, and the planet with them far above it.
They were built to be a leader. Built to be a King. Queen. Ruler. A brilliant being to serve justly and fairly over all those that entered their territory. It was a vision that they had kept close their entire life.
Silvan woke up.
‘Another of the same dream,’ they thought as they shook themselves as they stood. One of the only bad things about their shining coat was that they had a tendency to shed glitter on occasion.
They huffed with annoyance. Shedding their summer coat was a pain in the ass.
It was a bright morning, Pokemon singing in the trees and chattering amongst themselves. Silvan merely only needed to look in their direction for them to go quiet, staring at them with some degree of reverence.
That was more like it.
They stretched, leaning back on their back legs with a groan, and then stretching forward for their back legs. Just as they went to pick up their bag, they paused, ears flicking, and then looked over right at whomever just entered their territory. Their deep blue eyes narrowed, their gaze intense. For some reason, you feel the urge to bow your head under the might of their sheer look.
“State your business.”
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