Title: Legend
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #66, Legend
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: Implied shonen-ai, fanon

There can never be peace without sacrifice. There can be no healing without destruction. The Chosen are not angels. This is the truth that the storytellers hide.

Red finds it rather amusing, listening to the withered old crone speaking of a prophecy lifetimes ago. His eyes are bright ruby behind his sunglasses, and he never interrupts, not even when she begins to tell a false story. After all, the Unown are the true chroniclers, and Serebii is the one who spins the threads of fate for them.

He links arms with Lance, smiling brightly, and the Dragon Master nods, eyes crinkling in amusement. If only these foolish humans knew that the Chosen walk among them. The pokémon know, for they have eyes to see, but the humans do not, save for those gifted ones.

It is not a pity. Humanity would bend the Chosen, and capture them, and kill them should they prove worthless. The Chosen do not wish that fate, so the Lady of Flame balances the world in her fingertips, while the Lord of Dragons guards the Chosen One, and that is the way it should be.

End Fic

Completed 2/16/07

Yes, more fanon-related stuff. I like my fanon, thank you very much!