The pain was killing him… He could feel the fresh blood running through two deep wounds on his back. The only thing he wanted was to fall to the ground and let his weakness take the best of him. But he knew he couldn't do that. He sold his soul to the devil in order to be here right now. After walking a long, dark corridor, he found himself inside a large room. On the room's walls there were four large drawings. The first one was a dead dragon, his soul split in half and giving birth to two new dragons, one black and one white. The second one showed each dragon siding with a human. Those two humans have been called heroes until today. The third one showed the body of the dead dragon covered with snow and in the last one the dragon had been reborn, his face and body terribly distorted. Watching the last drawing made the young man smile, in a futile attempt to hide his pain. In the middle of the room were two altars. On the right one there was a black sphere, but on the left one, the sphere was white. The boy moved towards them. He was here to take the white one, according to the plan. When he held the sphere in his hands he felt relieved. He smiled softly before putting the round stone in his pocket. Suddenly both spheres started glowing, as if they were resonating but, in a few seconds, everything went back to normal. That was weird. The boy wasn't a hero, so there was no reason for the objects to react. But since nothing more than that happened, he decided to let it go. He had more important things to worry about, anyway. Then he walked away.
After a while the young man was at the top of the building. There, a woman was waiting for him. On her shoulders was sitting a Shellos. When she saw the boy, she gave him a big smile and started moving towards him.
"You look like crap."
The boy then smiled ironically.
"Tell me something I don't know. Anyway, I got it. The dead body of Reshiram"
Then the woman clapped her hands with delight.
"Excellent job, dear. I knew you could do it."
"Are you sure that the plan is going to work?"
After hearing that she stopped walking and looked at him a bit annoyed. She sighed sadly and crossed her arms.
"What a pessimistic person you are! Seriously! You are supposed to be the antagonist here but you act like a five years old kid instead. Show some enthusiasm for once. Of course it is going to work. Trust me!"
He laughed softly. That was all he wanted to listen. There was no need to pretend that he was strong anymore. His body couldn't bear the pain and his wounds were still open. He then smiled to the woman. It was one of the most sincere and warm smiles he had ever given. After that everything went dark. He lost his senses and fell to the cold floor of the roof. The woman terrified, run towards him while yelling out his name, in a futile attempt to bring him back to his senses…