A/N: Yes, I'm sorry. I know I should update the other stories. But after completing Black 2, this plot!bunny popped into my head, and refused to go away.

What if Hilda had been born in N's place? What if N, raised in Nuvema Town under no restrictions, was the Hero of Ideals, and she, queen of Team Plasma, was the Hero of Truth? Obviously, AU. FerrisWheelShipping, but very gradual. Expect the scenic route. DualRivalShipping as well, but not as prevalent.

Sorry that this is so short. I just wanted to introduce this story and get a good idea of who would be reading it. R&R, and give me some ideas, please, because I have no idea where this is going. This is also going to be published on AdultFanFiction, with more mature content (lemons!) and a way more violent storyline; it'll be on AdultFanFiction once I finish writing it.

UPDATE: Grammar and quality updated as of March 17, 2014.

Prologue

"Sea breezes speak of foreboding, but you don't believe in destiny. You believe in... promises, don't you?"

"Child, what are you doing out here alone?" Ghetsis asked, trying his best not to sneer. The little thing just looked up at him and shook her head. Her hair was light brown, and barely to her shoulders. The child's eyes were bright blue orbs, and immediately captured his interest.

Along with the fact that she looked to be barely four years old, and was playing with a group of Pokemon that could've- should've- attacked her.

Giggling as Ghetsis tried to grab her, she waddled back to her defensive Pokemon friends. The Mincinno and Darumaka managed to look dangerous, but a Zorua seemed to be captivated by the girl, and growled at Ghetsis. A miniscule black orb of shadow formed in its mouth, but the tiny creature sneezed, dispersing the dark energy. Smiling, the girl hugged the illusion Pokemon.

Obviously the kid couldn't speak. Ghetsis resisted the urge to just abandon the child; suddenly, a plan began to form in his head.

A kingdom would need a spokesperson.

A poster girl.

A Queen.

In Nuvema Town, a woman clutches a boy's hands. Her blue eyes tell him more than he needs to know. The letter, oh, the letter, emblazoned with the Pokemon League's seal- a lovely Pokeball, printed with a fittingly scarlet red, and a thick, costly wax- must say Daddy's coming home. It must-

But Mom shuts her eyes for a millisecond, then they rush open. She shakes her head, but determination is newly found in a broken soul, reforged like a broken blade that is fitted with new foundations against what might've weakened it.

But now there lay no weaknesses in steel, and what blacksmith may forge what is already forged?

"A green-haired boy smiles. Maybe these snapped threads we once wove can be sewn together."