A Sinking Feeling
Something was clearly wrong.
The sudden silence was telling. The crowd awaiting his judgment in the audience room was far larger than usual. They must have been talking about something important.
A look at the crowd showed faces just as confused... and fearful. That was far more worrying.
...you will leave me now.
Zekrom waited only the bare minimum to keep the appearance of propriety. As soon as it was alone, it flung open the back doors to the grand spiral staircase and flew to its quarters. Traversing the long distance between the public areas and its quarters was tiring sometimes, but a high lookout was indispensable when one must not be seen flying outdoors. What a scandal.
But what was this feeling of dread? This is not the first time Zekrom had felt this, but it had not been this strong in centuries, and never had anybody else nearby felt it. This sense, along with a few other gifts, had been bestowed on Zekrom by Arceus itself. It must have been particularly strong for others nearby to feel it.
The lookout was no help. When it reached the top and glanced around in all directions, Zekrom came to a startling realization. When it felt these feelings of dread in the past, they always corresponded to something happening or about to happen somewhere in the world, and Zekrom could always vaguely determine what direction it originated from. But this was different... this feeling had no source. It was everywhere.
There was nothing to it. Zekrom was just going to have to pay a visit to Reshiram. In secret, of course.