She stepped into the crowded building full of incredible artworks, composed by only the best in the Poke-World. Reluctantly, she composed herself and feigned confidence. It was simply her job to be there as an artist herself. Additionally, the canvasses were clogging up what little space she had already.

Shaking her long, pink hair, she meandered over to some of the artworks, the corners of her pink lips twitching up ever so slightly into a satisfied smile. One particular artwork was crowded around and praised the most of all the artwork in the exhibition. 

"My, my, she's done it again!" 

"Isn't that painting gorgeous?" 

"I think it's by her!"

"Perhaps she's here! Amongst us! In the crowd!" 

Her icy blue eyes fell upon a stunning framed painting that everyone stopped to give their praises to. A confident, perhaps even arrogant smile shaped her pink lips. It was her own painting that everyone was chattering about.

It was a watercolour painting of a full moon illuminating a lake surrounded by a dark forest, but if looked upon carefully, precisely 9 Legendary Pokemon were intricately weaved into the painting, blending in with the surroundings. 

To her, it was amateurish. Her brush strokes were a little off, she used too much water at times, more legendaries could've been added and painted in. The list of mistakes she made was endless, but everyone seemed to love the painting and that was fine by her standards.

Her tongue flickered out to wet her pretty pink lips. Right, information. I need more information. She looked around, spotting the exact people that were the reason for her attending the exhibition instead of sending someone in her place. 

The confident clicks of her white stilettos resounded off the walls as she walked past. The masses parted to give her way and they hushed, staring at her beauty covered by a simple pastel purple mask, accentuating the mysterious aura that seemed to cloak her. 

I wonder how my sister's doing. She thought absently, making her way over to the large group of people and ignoring the murmurs that stalked her. 

"Sweet! Look at the cute girl!" A golden eyed boy whistled shamelessly. 

She ignored him and smiled, waving a little at one particular girl. She lit up and waved back, smiling as she pushed through her friends to get to her. 

"Hello!" She said breathlessly, stunning her friends. "It's been quite a while, hasn't it!" 

She giggled, nodding in response. 

"Whi-Two, you know her?" White asked with a soft smile, Black by her side.

Whi-Two nodded happily. "This is her. She's the most critically acclaimed artist in the world and also the most mysterious because no one has ever seen her whole face, including some of the people who do sales for her. She's like a phantom, I guess. She doesn't talk either and no one knows if she can. I met her during another exhibition a while back and I love her work!" 

Silver's soft gaze travelled up and down, examining the girl. She had soft pastel pink hair that flowed down her back, all the way down to her butt in straight locks. Her eyes were large and dolly and the most beautiful icy blue he had ever seen, soft pastel pink lashes framing the eyes with a pastel purple mask on top that made them all the more alluring. Her skin was the snowiest white he had ever seen.

Her entire body was slim and also a little toned. She was wearing a strapless white dress with a sweetheart neckline that clung onto her chest and waist before flaring out into a skirt that reached mid-thigh. She wore a simple pair of white stilettos that used a few crisscrossed straps to hold her small feet to the shoes. 

His eyes travelled back up, landing on her beautiful pink lips. 

She was glamorous to put it simply. 

Despite her almost casual attire, her natural beauty which seemed unaffected by cosmetics allowed her to outshine the ladies with the most exquisite and expensive ball gowns by miles. 

She caught his silver gaze, her pink lips twisting up into a teasing smirk. Unable to pass up the opportunity, Silver held out his hand, silently requesting a dance.

Having already caught her attention using his silent appeal, she placed a hand on top of his. He held onto her hand gently, leading her onto the dancefloor whilst ignoring his friends' immature reactions. 

Neither of them said a word, simply dancing and allowing their minds to ask a million unanswered questions. It was beautiful and it worked for them both. They both fell into a natural pattern as if they had been dancing together for a lifetime. 

He lead her around in twirls, dips and lifts as she simply danced. She was graceful, effortlessly avoiding stepping on his toes despite how unfamiliar the dance should have been, but it felt familiar like they had danced together before. 

Neither of them could really explain the connection, but it was perfect in their eyes. 

Words just abandoned them, they didn't need it. It was just... indescribable and yet so... brilliant? Perfect? Amazing? Alluring? No, none of those words fit, but that was okay. They had no need to describe it anyway. 

As the symphony drew to an end, Silver gently kissed the top of her hand with a sly smile. Her eyes shimmered with admiration for him and his chivalry, though she knew he was much different in real life. 

She recalled in the news that he was about to attempt to defeat the reigning Empress of Skaria, their champion who was at the tender age of 15. Ah, perhaps I'll hear or even see more of you soon.

With a glance at Whitley, she turned back to him and curtsied before slipping away from his grasp. He immediately gave chase, of course, wanting to spend more time with her. She gave him a fleeting glance across her shoulder, a smirk playing on her pretty pink lips. 

She weaved through the crowd effortlessly, moving too fast for people to try to move out of the way. She ignored the fact that the auction hadn't yet started in favour of escaping her prince. She left the building, looking at the long trail of marble steps before her.

Now I really feel like a Cinderella.

She smirked, glancing over her shoulder to see him struggle to make it out of the crowd. She was tiny in size, allowing her a head start. Breathing out in little chuckles, she finally began to elegantly make her way down the stairs at a brisk pace. 

But this Cinderella doesn't need to be saved by a man.

Silver stopped at the top of the stairs, watching her make her way down the stairs. He ran after her, wanting to catch up and maybe even dance again.

She gave him one last fleeting glance before a bird swooped in and carried her away. Silver watched as she waved at him before disappearing off into the distance.

"Who are you?"