Every day I think about what could have been, the day that the hero of ideals, N, and the hero of truth, I-Jane, fought to see who was better. He fought for the freedom of all Pokémon, he wouldn't listen to reason, and I fought for the freedom of choice, for both human and Pokémon alike. Sure some trainers are cruel and abuse their Pokémon; I agree that those trainers should have their Pokémon taken from them, but others. Others care about their Pokémon who fight for them, who fight because it's their choice; they grow and evolve past what they ever dreamed off.
And now, I see what was and is, my partners, I have lost some and gained some, I will always miss those who are dead because of my foolish actions. I still have my starter, my warrior. A ninja otter, a high flyer, a puff ball, a graceful deer, my grey mouse with a white scarf and finally my legendary dragon. The dragon of truth chose me as the hero of truth; even though-even though I was not worthy, I didn't deserve what she could give to me. But still, she fought for my truths against N's ideals; the dragon of ideals chose him. But we were stronger, our truths where stronger.
He left me there, in his castle, we stood and watched him go, I wish I had gone with him. Even to this day, two years on from the battle that changed everything for all of us, but I know that eventually we will see each other again.
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Please no flames, this is my first fanfiction. it is the musing from the hero of truth about the hero of ideals, King N.