A Tale of Truth and Ideals

Prologue

A brisk wind swept through the mountains. A girl was standing on the top of a bell tower, still, with her hair blowing in the wind. The sun was quickly and suddenly covered by clouds, and raining down was a snowstorm the likes of which were never seen before. A cackling rang out, "I'm free! I'm free!". A grey dragon sped through the sky, the closer the dragon sped towards the bell tower. 

Across Unova, a young white dragon squealed as he saw his older brother race off into the sky, who was chasing what he believed would cure the world of sadness and despair. This "cure" was his ideals. He wished to impose his morals upon everyone else, no matter the cost. The small white dragon differed, he wished for the truth to be known across the land. Kyurem can be stopped.

Skyla, the woman on the belltower, screamed as a beam of ice shot across the sky, pinning her to the floor of the bell tower in an ice capsule. Kyurem, however, paid no heed and raced towards southern Unova. Skyla, slowly but surely, broke the ice and managed to bang on the bell tower. "Mistralton calls for aid!"

A man in Nimbasa city answered the call. He motioned for the leader of the town, a black and white zebra who whinnied whenever something came about. The zebra ran off, distributing emergency pamphlets.

"Pokemon needed for Plan C-3P. Answer calls in Driftveil City. This is a draft."