Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon.
I, N, have fled to Alola.
I just can't face you, Hilbert. Not after all that I did, at Father's behalf.
How could Ghetsis, my own father, do this to me?
Reshiram understands everything that has happened to me. And I will recount it to you now.
My earliest memory is of a Zweilous taking me into his cave. The species are normally vicious and territorial, you know this yourself, Hilbert, you have one on your team, but this Zweilous was nurturing and motherly. He taught me how to speak the language of the Pokémon.
My second memory was when I was 3, and walking. The memory in question was of Ghetsis finding me as I was playing in some nearby woods. I should have suspected sooner, when I saw that sickening grin on his face. Zweilous's two heads recoiled with anger as he picked me up and struggled to cuddle me. My memory then was of Ghetsis taking out a Poké Ball and forcing Zweilous in.
I was taken to what would be my castle, currently under construction. Zweilous was released and separated from me forever.
I arrived to find Anthea and Concordia setting up my room for me. Anthea immediately cuddled me while Concordia, unaware that Ghetsis had already found me, brought me to see him.
'What a…wonderful freak…I mean child.' growled Ghetsis.
Several years of monotony went by as I was kept in the confinements of my castle, when one day I had wandered out of my room and found Ghetsis's journal. Only now do I realise what it meant. This is what it said.
'Today I will kill my brother and his wife with my bare hands, and let their child grow up in the woods.'
I remember thinking, 'What is killing? Is it good? Is the child me? Of course it's good. My father is the kindest man in the world.'
Later that day, Ghetsis left the castle once again to give a public sermon about how keeping Pokémon was a despicable crime. I had heard that children got their first Pokémon at 11, and I vowed never to do that. Ghetsis's words had already persuaded me.
Once my father returned, he had two more Poké Balls in his hands, containing a Seismitoad and an Eelektross. I was convinced that Ghetsis was safeguarding the Pokémon, never using them. Why would he go against his own mantra?
One more year of tedium and visits from Ghetsis, Anthea, and Concordia, when I heard Zweilous screaming for help. I ran outside, as I witnessed Father giggling childishly as he attempted to rip one of his heads off with his hand, with his Seismitoad, Eelektross, and Bisharp forced to watch. It appeared that in an unspecified panic, which I now realise the full horrors of, he had bitten my father's arm off.
And rip it off Ghetsis did. Once the severed head fell from his body, I watched him contort as he evolved into Hydreigon, with Ghetsis smiling in triumph.
Ghetsis had seen me watch and said these words that have stuck in my head.
'Remember, N, you saw the bad side of me. If you don't want to see the bad side, NEVER misbehave. My bad side and I are completely different people.'
From that moment, I vowed to see only the good side.
Except one time, the bad side was revealed again.
It was just before you came to challenge me. Ghetsis spoke serenely, calmly. Then his bad side erupted in fury, paralysing me with fear. He said I had ruined everything I wanted by allowing a friend into the castle, and that only people who were twisted and inhuman had the time to make friends.
I now flash forward to the battle you had with Ghetsis, where he revealed his true colours and shattered my life. He was a good man. What happened to him?
When you combatted Hydreigon with Zekrom, I could feel the empathy that Zekrom felt towards Hydreigon, and I could sense the sheer fear radiating from Ghetsis's main Pokémon, also known as the only real parent I ever had. Maybe his fear of punishment by Ghetsis was what drove him to work extra hard in that battle.
'Save…me…' sobbed Hydreigon as Ghetsis laughed, Hydreigon knocking out Zekrom with Dragon Pulse.
After the battle, I snuck out my first real parent and examined him. However, I could feel no pulse. I could hear no thoughts. Hydreigon was dead. I finally broke down completely. Hydreigon was an innocent Pokémon who didn't deserve his fate. He was a good soul.
But in a way, I was happy. I finally noticed that he looked at peace for the first time in 20 years.
The stress of living under an abusive trainer, and the heated battle had been too much for him.
I intend to avoid that fate. That's why I've escaped to another region. I hope you can forgive me Hilbert. Thank you for listening.