Fifteen-year-old Whitlea Sykes was standing on cold marble. A sudden gust of wind swept through the ruins of the ancient castle, sending a chill down her spine. She watched as N Harmonia, a Trainer about her age, walked up to her, his face in sorrow. N had been mind-controlled into liberating Pokemon by his abusive father, Ghetsis, so he could become the King of Team Plasma. After defeating N, Whitlea took on Ghetsis, and won. She watched as N took her hand. "Whitlea...you said you had a dream..." N said softly. Whitlea had a solemn, stern expression as N continued, "Dream that dream...if anyone could do it, it's you." Whitlea replied, "N...I will...and I love you." "Well then," N said as he walked over to his flying Dragon Pokemon, Zekrom, and settled on its back. Whitlea was shocked. She ran through the rubble of the castle to N and his dragon. "Farewell!" N shouted as he took off to the skies. "Please don't go!" Whitlea cried. A single tear rolled down her cheek, followed by dozens. Whitlea sobbed as she collapsed on the floor, nothing but herself, her tears, the destroyed castle, and the cold wind.

Whitlea woke up screaming. She panted as she tried to calm down. She started crying as she stumbled out of bed. As she parted her curtains and saw it was morning, she wondered, "How many times have I had this dream?" She quickly retorted out loud, "A thousand." Ever since N left, she had the same dream, each and every night. She'd be dreaming about her and her best friend Bel looking at cat pictures, and then suddenly it would change to her watching N leave. And every single time, she couldn't do anything about it. She looked at the rising sun, its' daylight shone through the window and seemed to reflect on Whitlea, like a shadow. It made Whitlea feel better just thinking about it, and every night when she went to bed she knew that even though she was going to be forced to watch N leave, the sun would be there in the morning to cheer her up. A thin smile spread on Whitlea's face as she went downstairs.

Whitlea prepared breakfast. She turned on her iPhone and went to her chat app. Bel, Iris, and Rose were already on. She joined them.

pokegirl401: hey guys
biggreenhat: hey whitlea
dragonlass: hiya white
pokegirl401: XD
bunbuns: hi
biggreenhat: so how is it going 4 u this morning? did u have "the dream" again?
pokegirl401: yep
bunbuns: is it THAT dream u keep having?
dragonlass: oh no not again! it happens every nite, rite? it is soooo sad! :(
pokegirl401: i kno. where is N, anyway?!
bunbuns: i have no idea
dragonlass: mayB u cud try n go search 4 him
pokegirl401: splendid :)
dragonlass: lol
bunbuns: haha
biggreenhat: XD what was it like
bunbuns: trust me u do NOT wanna kno
pokegirl401: do u rlly wanna kno?
biggreenhat: yep, i'm serious.
dragonlass: :o
bunbuns: cover ur ears, everyone xcept 4 biggreenhat
pokegirl401: it starts off as a pleasant dream, like watching cat vids or texting w/u guys.
biggreenhat: cat vids? LOL
dragonlass: haha i'd luv to see dat
pokegirl401: XD iris u rlly crack me up
bunbuns: lol yeah
dragonlass: thx
pokegirl401: then, it does this weird fade kinda thing to show me n N in tha castle ruins...u no how it goes. "u have a dream" and all dat jazz...n THEN he sez "farewell" and flies off...n i'm left nothing 2 do but cry
biggreenhat: no! do u wake up after dat?
bunbuns: will it ever stop?
pokegirl401: usually.
biggreenhat: what do u mean by usually?
pokegirl401: sometimes i don't wake up n am left there crying. literally it is so freakin sad.
dragonlass: :( *is crying big time now*
bunbuns: r u suffering from distress cuz of it
pokegirl401: yea. it sux.
biggreenhat: i no rite?
pokegirl401: yeah. so BRB, GTG now
biggreenhat: bye
dragonlass: bye
bunbuns: bye

Whitlea ate her cereal as she texted. Soon, she logged off. Iris had given her a great idea. "I know what I'm gonna do," Whitlea said out loud. "I'm gonna search for N."