[This letterhead...Driftveil Maximum Security...Prison...]

You know how difficult it was to convince the guards I hadn't contaminated this epistle with anthrax? No, of course you wouldn't. That kind of treatment seems something rather restricted to someone of my ilk.

In any case, I sincerely congratulate you on such a tremendous accomplishment. Regretfully, I could not attend your coronation as Champion. You'll find that the rules where I am now are quite insistent upon my remaining locked up with hardly a thing to do but twiddle my thumbs. I hope that with such a competent team of four beneath you, you do not face the same dilemma.

I can thank with confidence you and that Looker fellow for my current situation. You know, if it weren't for the two of you, I should perhaps be still concealing myself in that wretched little, albeit temporary hovel outside Nuvema. At least here I am assured of meals thrice daily, with a side of comfortable heating (much unlike that horrid ice box in this very city). I cannot, however, say the same for Master Ghetsis...

Of course, you still remember that gormless heap. I am thoroughly ashamed to think I had ever followed his lead. He was a self-made man and worshipped his creator. I never forgot the first time we met, a long eighteen years ago. I keep trying, though. Once, long before these events in which you became entangled transpired, something in what the man said resonated with me. I was younger then, and even the mind of a scholar can be fooled by philosophical fancies and dreams. He was passionate and charismatic, but I suppose that only made it more difficult to separate his truths from his lies. It is by a miracle indeed that Lord N fared as well as he did, the incorruptible child.

I like to think you had something to do with it, too, despite the brevity of your acquaintance with the boy.

But we have reached the present now, however unfortunate or bright or miraculous it may be. I spend my days in a prison cell, wasting away and dictating epistles to schoolboys with shiny badges who refuse to allow me the satisfaction of writing these words myself lest I decide to prematurely end my own life in such a decidedly pitiful way. You spend your days at your will, directed by your imagination and desires and keen sense of justice. Lord N...he travels far and wide in a didactic sojourn to understand the hearts of humans as he does a Pokemon's.

Even if I did know his location, I should not be so inclined as to disclose that information to you. He should remain undisturbed in his quest. It pains me to imagine his being perturbed by anyone, Champion or otherwise.

The time here seems to stretch on indefinitely, as the days slowly bleed into nights. I hope the League has provided for you a Champion's room with a beautiful view. Enjoy it. Writing is what I have instead of a view.

I have recently been dictating a memoir of sorts. I aspire to publish it one day. Maybe you will read it, and you will see the side of the criminal that I have seen - the powerful, cunning orator that deceived hundreds of decent people into following his orders, along with me. But you would have seen that right away. You have this sort of...gift for that kind of thing.

Won't you come pay me a visit one of these dreary days?

A/N: Of course, protagonist ignores Rood's message entirely and searches for N for 2+ years, leaving Unova in the hands of two younger children, one of whom appears to have temper issues. Seems legit.

Thanks to TreeLover1234 for suggesting one of the Seven Sages. I went with Rood because I wanted someone who decided that Ghetsis was totally wrong (though Rood does play a bigger role in Black/White 2).

Also, I'm finally back to working on this. I ought to have this finished up by the start of next school year in September.

Anyone got ideas for characters? I'm happy to hear from everyone.