Chapter One

"Why does N not realize what he is doing is wrong." I thought to myself as I'd walked up the stairs to the Plasma Castle, following in the direction N went. I had searched each room, and asked each member of team Plasma if they knew where he was, but to no prevail.

After searching a few floors, I found a room with children toys strewn across the floor. There was a half pike in the back of the room, and near the door was a basketball hoop with a train piece stuck in the net, that looked like it belonged to the train set half put together on the opposite side of the room.

Taking a quick minute or two, to look around, because a room full of toys wasn't what I was expecting in the Plasma Castle. I picked up the basket ball by my feet and there was a name written on it, Harmonia. It was barely legible, because the ball was so warn out, but it still bounced.

Bending my knees a bit I did my little hop as I threw the basketball into the basket. It hit the back board then fell through the net. "Yes!" I thought to myself.

I had to remind myself of my currant mission, or I would have played with the toys all day. When I left the room, to explore more rooms to find N, but it wasn't until I reached the top of the castle, when I found who I was looking for. N stood a hundred of so yards away from me, with Zecrom behind him. It wasn't until I was ten feet from him that he finally talked to me.

"I've been waiting for you," N said, standing proudly with the dragon watching our every move behind him.

"You need to stop this. Don't you see your doing more harm than good." I said to N. I didn't hate him, but I didn't like what his plans were. Thinking of being separated from my pokemon friends made me feel depressed, but even more determined to take N down.

"I see that you are determined, but it's time to settle this once and for all! Show me the depths of your determination, and I will show you mine. Zeckrom!" He called forth the legendary pokemon.

The white orb in my backpack was starting to glow so bright that I could see it shinning from the outside of my backpack. Once I had unzipped the pouch it was in, it started to float out by its self, till it was ten feet in the air in between both N and myself.

Suddenly, it let off such a bright light that we both had to look away and cover our eyes. When I was able to see again, Reshiram was standing proudly, where the orb had been. Even though he appeared proud, there was a sorrow in his eyes that you could spot from a mile away. Zeckrom had the same expression.

The two dragons stood facing each other and as they did the ground started to shake uncontrollably, the light darkened with cloud cover, the wind was blowing strong enough to force me to go down to my knees and hold the ground, and lighting was flashing from the skies in a rage of anger.

My eyes were shut from the furious wind and I had no clue how I was still on the roof, and not flown away from the weather. It was getting hard to stay awake, because the wind kept knocking the breath out of me.

At what was the peak of the winds rage, I heard a voice in my head, "The fighting must stop," and in a similar but different voice said after, "And stop it will!"

Unable to stay awake any longer, I passed out on the top of the castle. I did feel the wind calm down, and the warmth of the sun on my skin, but that is the last thing I remembered before I was completely out.