For those of you that thought this was another chapter from my others, sorry, those'll come soon I promise. This is just some battles I keep in my head and thought I should write down. I wanna thank Jakayrta and REV6Pilot for their contribution to this chapter. This is simply my interpretation of the fight that took place in N's castle against my Pokémon in White Version. Hope you guys don't mind that I omitted a certain event and a few lines so that everything would go a bit faster. Hope you enjoy.
What awaited Hilda past the archway Ghetsis guarded was like nothing she had ever seen before. As she entered the chamber, the strength behind her run faltered, the mind controlling it dumbstruck by the sheer size of the room. Her footsteps upon the white marble tiles echoed off the cavernous stone walls that towered above her. Massive columns of pale marble held up the ceiling and dipped into the crystal clear water that pooled at the bottom.
Light pooled in from the opposite end of the hall. A dark cobalt carpet extended halfway across the entirety of the room. Basking in the light was a golden throne; upon the walls that flanked it were dark blue curtains, bearing the Team Plasma insignia.
Hilda peered off into the distance, unable to make out the figure upon the throne, but knowing full well who it was. She walked slowly towards it, her heartbeat now pounding in her ears.
"N! You have to stop this!" she yelled, and flinched when her voice thundered across the throne room. The words echoed again and again, each time softer than the last, until her voice faded entirely.
"Good acoustics," the girl thought, before she cleared her mind and brought forth a fierce glare.
N sat with his palm cradling his chin, the visor of his black and white cap veiling his eyes. There was a subtle shift in his composure at the sound of her voice, and he slowly lifted his gaze to meet hers. His lips curved into a small smile, gray eyes filled with interest and curiosity at her presence.
He slid off this throne with the greatest of ease, and descended the steps before him. Hilda couldn't help but feel that N felt out of place on such a seat – an impeccable white long sleeved shirt over a black undershirt and khaki jeans seemed too casual an attire for a king to wear. N sheathed his thumbs into the ends of his pockets, the wooden void cube chained to his waist bouncing with every step he took.
"What I want is a world of only Pokémon. By separating Pokémon from people, they will regain their natural power. This will be our final battle. I am prepared. Even if my Pokémon friends are wounded, my belief will prevail. Since you have come this far, certainly you must feel something similar?" he boomed, his eyes cast to the carpet not in a shameful way, but a condescending one. He looked up at his visitor.
Hilda fought against his disarming stare and smile and advanced, his features becoming clearer as the distance between them shortened. The blue trinket that hung from his neck swayed with his tea green hair. They stopped a few feet before the other, and Hilda pulled her cap over her eyes.
"… When I first heard what Team Plasma stood for, I honestly started to question whether what you said was right, and what people were doing was wrong. Part of me wanted to release my first Pokémon, instead of making him fight and get hurt over money and badges. I thought twice about capturing my Pokémon, taking them away from their homes, friends, and families. But the other part of me really wanted to follow my friends Bianca and Cheren. I wanted to help Professor Juniper, so I held onto my Pokémon for a little while. I felt like I was being really selfish, but you know what? The more I traveled, the more people I met and the more trainers I battled, the bond between my Pokémon and me became stronger. I began to see that very same bond with trainers and their Pokémon. So when I think about you separating people from Pokémon, I think about how you're not only hurting the humans who want to be with them, but you're also hurting the Pokémon who want to be with humans! I understand what you're trying to do, but I don't believe you're doing it the right way. You're a good person… Please, don't do this."
N's expression darkened, the light behind his eyes flickering out. His gaze became as frigid, Hilda thought, as the winds that ravaged Twist Mountain every winter. She did her best to hold her ground as his icy gaze met her own. He turned, walked off to the edge of the walkway and stared into the emerald pool before him.
"You came all this way with the intent to battle me… Yet Zekrom is not reacting. Does it still not recognize you as a hero? How disappointing. I've taken quite a liking to you, though. In all our battles, I felt you could be a trainer who valued your Pokémon!" he spat, icy eyes paradoxically ablaze with anger.
The green-haired boy began making his way to his throne, but stopped to turn and face her before he got there. He sighed and shook his head in disappointment, his eyes closed.
"…But it seems that was nothing more than a baseless assumption. As much as trainers fight, they can never build a true understanding. You have two options, Hilda: fight a hopeless battle; or leave and let Pokémon be separated from humans to form a new world."
Despite his harsh tone and icy eyes, it seemed like he was imploring her to choose the latter.
"I'm staying. I can't you let you get away with this. If you won't listen to reason, then I'll have to stop you by force," the girl snarled. Her eyes blazed with a fire that rivaled N's coldness.
His eyes lost none of their conviction or frigidness. His only motion was that of his left arm rising above his shoulder.
"So be it," N muttered. He snapped his fingers, and Hilda winced at the crisp and piercing sound as it reverberated harshly around the cavernous hall.
Without warning the wall behind N's throne exploded. Hilda fought to keep her balance as the entire castle began to shake. Chunks of stone rained over the walkway, countless ripples blossoming over the pool. N acted as if nothing had happened, waiting patiently until Reshiram ,the Vast White King and Master of Yang, landed behind him, causing the chamber's water to slosh against the rows of columns that flanked it. It was not the brunette's first time seeing Reshiram, her first introduction to it having happened atop the Dragonspiral Tower.
Hilda's gaze shifted quickly between the regal youth and the pallid dragon, the former sporting a confident grin. The creature's icy blue eyes stayed fixed on the girl for a moment, before it lowered his white slender neck and roared.
Sections of the ceiling rained over the throne room behind Reshiram, some pieces crumbling against the walkway, others plunging through the water's surface to the bottom of the chamber. Hilda felt a scalding tempest wash over her and fill the room, her hat and hair taking to the air. Each and every notion of courage and bravado Hilda had armed herself with vanished in the scorching air.
The air began to shimmer from the sweltering heat. N's brow shimmered with beads of sweat. Hilda's heart beat painfully against her chest, every neuron in her body screaming for her to flee to safety, but even if she wanted to, her legs felt like they were made of lead, her body effectively paralyzed from the fear.
"Relax… relax… you've dealt with dragons before. You beat Iris, so you can do this. You've got a strong ice type move. Dragons, even legendary ones, are supposed to be weak against ice, right? As long as this dragon doesn't have any fire movesI'm o-"
Hilda's thoughts were derailed as Reshiram's thruster-like tail began to give off an amber glow. Waves of heat pulsated from the dragon's core, and suddenly his body was enveloped in a sphere of fire. N had already begun to make his way away from the swirling inferno, a single hand holding his cap in place. No amount of anger on his bemused smile towards her could rival the fear she felt from the piercing cerulean eyes that stared at her, clearly visible even from within the blazing tornado.
The water behind Reshiram steamed and bubbled until it eventually evaporated entirely, revealing the now dry cobblestone floor beneath. The once polished floors around the dragon's feet was now charred black. A few embers continued to dance around the Legendary's body, but they eventually flickered and died, leaving only swirling wisps of smoke. Hilda had fallen over at some point during the display, her trance broken when N extended his hand to her. The young trainer, insulted by the gesture, threw the King of Team Plasma a reproachful look.
N's smirk could not be undone – if anything, Hilda's attempt at biting his hand only proved to entertain him more. She scrambled to her feet, determined not to be pitied any further. With a single flap of his wings, Reshiram sent the steam from the heated stone and the stifling heat out the hole he had made upon entry.
Hilda pursed her lip until it was a fine white line; ice moves would not work on this dragon. Her only ace against dragons meant nothing now. N's warning of a hopeless battle began to sound more and more believable. She doubted anything she threw at that thing could take it out, and even if by some miracle she did, she would still have to contend with the rest of N's party.
With nothing to obstruct it, the light that once had shyly trickled in now crept brightly across the hall, outlining Reshiram and N in a golden aura.
The boy's smile disappeared and he backed away. Hilda traced his gaze to her bag. She felt the room shudder, and it took only a moment for her to realize the pulse she felt was not her own.
'Is the Dark Stone… moving?'
N took another step back towards Reshiram. Hilda quickly undid the flap on her bag and stretched it wide, a single black sphere the size of a Pokéball rising up from within.
"Your Dark Stone is…! No…Zekrom is…" N's voice trailed off, watching the orb ascend above them. Streams of the deepest black poured into the stone from every corner of the room, meshing into it until they formed a black cyclone. Hilda swore she could hear something akin to a heartbeat, each pulse marking another ring of darkness that converged upon the stone.
And then without warning, the darkness dissipated. The complete and utter silence that followed was, in Hilda's opinion, more stifling than the heat from before. N's lips parted in awe, his entire focus still fixated on the orb levitating a few meters off the ground. Hilda could hear the beating of N's heart from where she stood and watched his pupils dilate before she tore her gaze from him and back to the Dark Stone.
The black sphere, slowly but surely, began to spin in place, a soft purple glow radiating from it. The room reverberated as a twister of white energy formed around the black stone, spinning faster and faster with every passing second. The once gentle aura outlining the stone expanded abruptly, white wisps of energy cycling within the aura shell like electrons around an atomic core.
A single dark speck materialized inside, rapidly taking shape and growing past the confines of the shell – the Deep Black Queen, Mistress of Yin, Zekrom. The Pokémon was curled into a ball, and Hilda couldn't help but be reminded of an infant in the womb. Her peaceful appearance was short-lived, though, ending as soon as her eyelids lifted to reveal glowing crimson eyes.
The silence that had once reigned over the hall was shattered as the black dragon extended her limbs and wings, the aura that once confined her fading out of existence. Zekrom landed directly behind Hilda, lowering her body to roar, not at Hilda, but at her pallid counterpart. The girl began to back away as several rings on Zekrom's conical, spiked tail began to glow an electric blue, accompanied by an a deep hum that caused her chest to flutter.
Lances of lightning forked through the air, lashing out at the ceiling and carving through anything they touched. Zekrom's body was encased in an orb of electricity, saturating the air with the smell of ozone. The spectacle lasted only a few seconds, but N and Hilda's amazement towards the sight made it feel longer.
"Originally one life… One Pokémon. Distinctly opposite, yet exactly the same entity. Reshiram and Zekrom both appeared before ones they recognize as heroes," N whispered under his breath.
Zekrom flapped her wings, clearing the ozone through the gashes she'd made in the ceiling. Dark pupils in a sea of red landed on N, a threatening roar that threatened to make N fall over erupting from her maw. Hilda smirked.
Despite being strongly shaken, and showing it, N did his best to keep his composure. Hilda felt a gust of warmth run through her hair, briefly lifting it off her shoulders. The young trainer turned to find Zekrom's snout a mere few inches from her head.
N's voice was calm. "It is said that power was lent to the hero who pursued ideals. Zekrom has recognized your power and chosen to walk with you." He made his way around Reshiram. "It matters not. I have seen the future. I will win!"
The Deep Black Queen shifted her body to one side, allowing Hilda safe passage. She moved quickly, with added incentive as Zekrom reared her head back, cold emerald flames fleeing from the gaps between her teeth. Reshiram crossed his arms over his chest, his wings overlapping into a white shield.
A river of jade flames surged across the room. N watched as bits of Zekrom's Dragonbreath began to wash over his own dragon.
"Do you really think that will stop us?" he sneered.
Reshiram undid his makeshift shield, revealing a miniature sun cradled within his maw. The yellow sphere of energy expanded when launched, the green flames coursing over its burning crimson surface as the fireball pushed through the attack. Zekrom ended her Dragonbreath and raised her arms, bracing herself for Reshiram's Fusion Flare.
Hilda watched as the Vast White King took up a defensive stance once more, this time for his own round of attacking. Seconds before the massive sphere of flames collided with Zekrom, it collapsed on itself, shrinking into a tiny orb of unimaginably bright light. The room's initial transformation into purgatory was silent. Zekrom's figure was the only obstruction in a world of white. The ensuing explosion shook the foundations of the castle.
Hilda felt the force of the blast lifting her off the ground.