His brow was furrowed as he thought, trying to call upon all the wisdom he had gained in his lifetime. He was sixteen, but he certainly had been through a lot. Having started his Pokemon journey six years ago, his run-ins with baddies had seemed countless. A few Team Rocket associates, like everyone else, but also the usual challenges from other trainers, the bullies that he ran into for the first couple years until the gap between him and them was overwhelmingly vast, the folks in that lab. Even his modern day adventures since donning the title had been numerous and impressive: a challenge by the strange dark-type user, the fight against that shady gang of Pokemon outside Lavender Town, and his greatest accomplishment yet, dealing with the same foe that had struck down Titania so many years ago and coming to a peaceful resolution. In his two year tenure as Champion, he had long lived up to...maybe even surpassed his predecessor.
But this was something different entirely.
"Squir squir?" his greatest companion, Lucky, tugged on his leg. Maybe take a break? his eyes seemed to say.
Winter sighed as he lowered the note in his hand slightly, "I know buddy. But I've got to try and figure this out. I have a feeling the next few days are going to be rough and I need to be as prepared as I can be."
He patted the Squirtle on the head as he waddled off. He smiled at his friend before he glanced back towards the note...the note sent to him in secret. And when he'd discovered it sitting in his chair, he knew immediately who it belonged to, given that he was the only one who wrote notes.
Winter Sakkio,
I'm afraid things may be falling into disarray as I am writing you this letter. Given the circumstances, I want to think that things will be alright. But with each passing moment, it is looking less and less like that outcome will be ours. At least for the time being.
If the news hasn't reach you by now, then be warned. A powerful adversary has taken the throne and is now assumed the title of Grand Champion. As a single Pokemon, she has enough power to wipe our Unovan Champion's entire team with apparent ease. She is ruthless, cruel, and will stop at nothing to obtain absolute control over anything and everything. She has already dealt with her trainer in bloody fashion and I fear her rampage is merely beginning.
Winter, you must resist her advances at every turn you get. Do not trust her words or her intentions. She only wants the world in her control. Find The Iron Maiden and gather your Elite Four together as well as the strongest trainers you can find and prepare for an assault. You must do this without raising the suspicions of the queen and the assets she controls. Trust that other regions will be doing the same. You will know when it is time for us all to meet.
Do not reply to this letter. Do not try to reach out to me. Making contact would being unwanted attention to me and my plans. We are possibly the last spark the planet has. I hope you will help us save it.
--Burgh--
P.S. : Do shred this letter.
The Indigo Champion sighed as he finally started ripping apart the note, tearing it into bits. Of course the news had already reached him, like it had to everyone. He had just gotten done watching Queen Melaine's speech and had the fight playing in the background. Every time he turned to look, he tried to analyze what she was doing, trying to spot some hole in her armor...some weakness to exploit. But so far, all he saw were advantages. He knew Status-effects were almost worthless, given the Magic Bounce he'd spotted earlier. But apart from the instant KO strikes, he didn't have an answer...yet.
He'd keep trying.
In the meantime, his instructions had already been passed out. The Elite Four were out, gathering the strongest trainers they'd fought against. The only one he had yet to make contact with was Titania. In his mind, he was debating her usability in this conflict. While he had trust the Iron Maiden was more than capable in this fight, there was still that question of her being mentally compromised by her shortcomings. The feeling hadn't been there initially during his starstruck moments with the former Champion, but it had built over time. And so remained the lingering thought pestering the back of his head...
If he called her, which Titania was he going to get?
Standing up, he walked the paper shreds over to the wastebasket by his desk and dumped them all in. Then, he glanced at his PokeDex and started scrolling through the contacts list, trying to find another person he could potentially get in touch with. Regardless of his thoughts or concerns, he may have to get her involved, he thought. This threat may be bigger than any concerns he may have over the health and well being of Titania Brightsmith.