I am too lazy to space out the lines, sorry if they look scrunched up!

N-joy!

I strolled through the halls of the large castle. The halls went on forever, seeming to be never ending. I had almost stopped and was about to head back to my chamber when I stumbled upon a door all boarded.
A large yellow banner was scrawled over the frame. "Authorized personal only, enter at your our risk."
I stared at the disclosed door for a few minutes. Trying to think what was behind the door.
That was when it hit me.
Tears began rolling down my cheeks.
I solemnly paced one hand on the door, crying.
This was the room I spent most of my life in. The happiest place on earth, according to my younger self.
My hand slid down the metal surface, painted to look like wood on either sides. It stopped at the door knob, it paused there for a moment, waiting for a command.
Ever so slowly the cold surface beneath my fingertips turned with ease. I pushed the door, it let out a low moan, an ever so familiar moan, as it creaked inside.
The room was pitch black, figures of black jutted out everywhere.
My hand slid against the cold stone wall, searching for the metallic switch.
My fingertips touched something cold and metal and in an instant the entire room was engulfed in a bright light.
Different colors filled the room.
My shoes clicked against the floor as I made my way inside.
The door easily groaned shut behind me.
A basketball net blew in the wind of the air conditioning.
Pokedolls littered the floor.
A tall and long skateboard ramp rose from out of the cloudy floor and touched the pink checkered walls.
My beloved train set lay at my feet, broken and in irreplaceable pieces.
I look around, nothing much had changed after all this time.
Except one thing….
A little toy village sat in the far corner of the room. I never remember playing with that.
Multiple dolls were scattered all over the floor. Most of them looked very familiar to me. One was my father. Another resembled Cheren and one of Bianca. There were multiple dolls that were similar to Plamsa grunts. But four really stuck out from the rest. Two human, the other two Pokémon.
A Reshiram and a Zekrom stood facing each other, looking like they were about to battle, to the death.
But just in front of either stood the two humans. In front of Reshiram a doll of Hilda sat. And in front of Zekrom a doll that looked exactly like me laid.
But the two humans were not in battle stance. Rather either of their fabric lips touched each other.
Hilda and I were kissing. Like we were in….love?
The door slowly creaked open.
I tensed up, preparing to explain to the person at the door why I was in here.
"N? What are you doing in here?" Father asked.
I turned around, his face was full in shock.
"Father…." I began.
"No, N." His face softened. "It is quiet all right. I knew you would wind up in here eventually. It was wrong for me to board up this old room." One of his gloved hands stroked the wall as he smiled softly.
"But….." I protested.
"N I am not mad. Now come on it is time for dinner anyway. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow anyway." He walked out of the room.
I maneuvered my way across the trying my best not to disturb anything.
"Come on. We have much to discuss." Father directed as we went down the hall.
"Father does that mean?" I grew excited.
"Yes, the location of the light stone was not in the desert resort. But I have faith in this trainer of yours. She will defiantly find it." He smirked.
I jumped in the air. "Yahoo!"
"N! Calm down. That just means the battle between the two legendary dragon drawls near."
"And that also means that I am going to the Pokémon league!" I jumped up again.
"Yes tomorrow….." He sighed.
"But that is good? Is it not?" I asked, curious why he was so disappointed.
"Yes it is. But the Pokémon league will not be a walk in the park, N. It will test every ounce of your strength."
"Yes, I know father." I nodded.
"After dinner I want you to go straight to bed, no shenanigans. Got it?"
"Yes sir!"
After dinner I walked back to my chamber with a million thoughts on my mind.
What did those two dolls mean? Am I ready to face Hilda? What will happen if I beat her? What happens if she wins? What happens if I really love her and let her win purposely?
The last thought caught me off guard.
My heart fluttered as I pictured Hilda's perfect face.
Maybe I should let her win? But what will father say if he found out?
I feel onto my bed as soon as I enter my room. I stared up at the ceiling, thinking about all the possibilities.
The room was dark, a light turned on suddenly under the door. The pounding of rushed footsteps echoed down the hall.
"Mast Ghetsis! Master Ghetsis!" The grunt yelled.
"What is it, underling?" Father snapped.
"The light stone! The girl!" He stumbled over each word.
"Spit it out already!" Father commanded.
"The girl! The trainer girl! She has found the light stone!"
Hilda did it. She finally found it. Hilda has Reshiram. The battle of the dragons is drawing closer with every minute.
"What?" Father seemed surprised.
"The trainer girl has all eight badges and she has the light stone!" The grunt stammered.
The time was to come tomorrow. The final battle for Pokémon liberation was to occur tomorrow.
What will win? Truth? Or ideals? But the main question of it all was. Am I, Natural Harmonia Gropius, really ready to fulfill my life long goal of liberating all Pokémon from their trainers? Am I ready to face Hilda, for the last time?