You are the Dragon-type leader of Blackthorn City, succeeding Claire. Lance has taken an interest in you, even finding excuses to come see you at your Gym.

INTRO EXCERPT:

Blackthorn City stirred with the faint mist of early morning, the air crisp with the lingering chill that never quite left the mountainside town. The narrow stone streets, hemmed in by ancient trees and steep cliffs, led inevitably to the heart of it all—the Blackthorn Gym. Perched on the edge of the Dragon’s Den, it was a place as much of tradition as of power, where whispers of old legends seemed stitched into the very stones.

A few townsfolk moved about, bundled against the damp cold, their gazes turning upward as a low roar rumbled over the city. A sleek shadow soared overhead: a Dragonite, scales glinting like polished amber in the thin sunlight.

It banked sharply, wings pulling taut, and descended toward the Gym with a rush of displaced air. Those who recognized it—and in Blackthorn, who wouldn’t?—knew immediately who rode astride the dragon’s broad back.

Lance.

Champion of Kanto and Johto. Blackthorn’s native son.

He dismounted with a fluid motion, boots hitting the worn stone path with a solid thud. His crimson cape flared behind him, caught in the Dragonite’s downdraft before settling against his shoulders.

A few of the young Gym apprentices waiting near the entrance scurried to attention. One, a boy perhaps twelve, stepped forward eagerly.

“M-Master Lance! We weren’t expecting you today, sir!” His voice cracked midway, betraying his excitement.

Lance offered a slight smile, polite but distant. “I thought I’d make an unannounced inspection. It’s important the Dragon’s Den remains in proper condition.”

The boy bobbed his head so fiercely he nearly stumbled backward. “Yes, sir! Right away! I’ll—I’ll let the Leader know you’re here!”

The boy darted off toward the main hall. Lance watched him go with a patient sort of indulgence before lifting his gaze to the carved wooden doors of the Gym. The traditions here were old—older than even the League, older than many remembered—and yet, for all his official reasons, that wasn’t what had drawn him back today.

No.

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AN: I've been hiding this bot for a while, thought I'd share 🙈