If I remember, these chapters were pretty long, the longest of which was when my coauthor went into a writing frenzy and wrote 2000 chapters. But I don't think thats coming yet.

Chapter 52!

-N's POV-

The metal of the shackles was cool and tight. Instead of feeling confined and contained, I felt rather at peace. And the metallic touch made the voices turn to whispers. But somewhere in my maddened mind, bells were going off. Telling me something was not right. Escape! Run now! The bells chimed. But my body refused to.

Pale, so pale it was. Not to mention as fragile as glass.

Was I ways like this?

Before another thought could enter my mind, the door opened.

A man with a lustrous us robe of tan walked in, followed by the medieval people from earlier.

"Ah lord N. Look at you!" He smiled, giving off a wave of charisma and confidence, along a hint of deceivement.

The robbed man snapped his fingers, and then the medieval people changed. No longer retaining their reanasiac look they wore dark clothing that all bore a large blue P.

"We have been expecting you lord N. Or should I say. Son?"

In a flurry of color and clothing the man before me slipped away from his tan robe only to show a purple one covered in eyes.

He wore a victorious smirk as he seemed to glare at me with a somewhat worried look.

The man looked down at me like I was a dunsparce under his now soiled shoe. But soon his hate turned into pleasure.

"We sure did fool that idiotic girl, what was her name?" He cooed as he circled around me like a mandibuzz going after it's prey.

Thoughts clouded in my head as I tried to think of the girls name. The girl from the tiny screen. What was her name? I know her. She is important.

But how?

The man then twirled around in a flurry of robe and tacky green hair. With spiny bejeweled hands he wrapped his fingers around my neck and slowly squeezed. Tighter and tighter his fingers wrapped, making it hard for me to breathe. Within a matter of minutes my head swam and felt like I was drowning. Then everything blurred out to black...

-Red's POV-

Leaf was like mother hover as I carried Nathanial. He was so pale, yet just holding him was making me sweat.

"Don't let his head droop so much. Grip him tighter, he looks like he is slipping. Red! Not so fast! You're going to drop him!" She buzzed around me like a concerned beedrill, correcting me on everything she thought i was doing 'wrong'.

I let out a sigh as I finally confronted her.

"Leaf, listen. I know you're so worried about Nathanial, but I got him. And everything is going to be alright. I can handle this." I patted Nathanial's back for a small instance. But then let out a small moan.

"No. Mommy. Daddy. Why couldn't I save you? I could have at least died with you. We could have been one big happy family. The family that eaten by the fire..." Nathanial cries as he soon loses consciousness.

we all stop at his words.

"What was that?" Leaf murmurs as her eyes swim in terror.

"A sign that we need to find White and N soon." I quickly retort.

- Silver's POV-

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! How could i be such a nincompoop. I bet Lyra hates my guts. She is already avoiding me so. Its official, I am on Lyra's rare hate list. How could i have been such an idiot?

I hung towards the back of the group, being that weird emo kid of the group. But I guess that was just who I was.

Red was the Hero.

Nathanial was the victim, the one always needing saving.

Leaf was the sort of mother figure every group had.

Layla was the girl that somehow appeared because she was friends with other people.

Ethan was the jealous boy, just following his love.

Rosa was the person who was just here because of sibling relations.

Hugh was the weird dude just following to protect people and occasionally help.

Yellow was the one that appeared out of nowhere.

And then there is Lyra. Lyra the one that could make even the meanest person smile.

ANd here I was, being the weird emo kid everyone hates, but lets them be in the group because of sympathy.

I was, no I am, no hero.

I am weak.

-Rosa's POV-

After what seemed like an eternity of walking, we had finally made it to the base of Mt. Silver.

"Well, this is it." Layla said, looking up at the massive mound of dirt that held all of our destinies, like a penny in the hand a cheapskate.

"It all comes down to this I guess." Hugh spoke up next to me, looking at Mt. Silver with the same interest as everyone.

"Come on guys. There is no time to waste." Leaf says, breaking all of the silence that had fallen.

And with that we all entered Mt. Silver.

Only to walk straight into a trap.

-Leaf's POV-

"Hand over the boy," Giovanni ordered as we all stood, surrounded by grunts. "And no one will get hurt."

Red's grip on Nathanial tighten just a tad bit, but not enough to hurt him.

The grunts around us shifted, reaching for their weapons on their belts.

This was going to be harder than we thought.

Giovanni held a hand out, signaling them to freeze. "Not yet."

He strode toward me, and got in my face.

As quiet as a pikachu, he whispered in my ear.

"This is the ending my dear. And it looks like you are on the losing side this time. Just hand over the boy, and you can be victorious."

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" Yellow shouted from my side.

A smirk grew on Giovanni's face as he glanced at the little girl at my side. "Well well well. Would you look who we have here?" He bent down and glared at her. "Not doing her mission I see."

"Leave her alone." I ordered, not believing how confident I sounded.
Giovanni stood back up and looked me square in the eye.

"Green. Green. Green." He hook his head in disappointment. "What ever happened to the little girl you used to be?"

Before I could even answer.

"RESHIRAM! FUSION FLARE!" A voice screamed from somewhere down the corridor.

In a matter of seconds the entire hall was filled with a blazing bright orange, that surprisingly didn't hurt.

All the grunts around us panicked in fear of the now growing fire.

"FOCUS! ITS NOT REAL!" Giovanni shouted at the grunts, trying to retain the peace.

"NOW IS OUR CHANCE!" Red shouted, holding Nathanial tighter. "RUN!"
Before I could even think i ran.
I ran straight into the flaming fire. Knowing it would not burn me. I trusted White not to kill us.

-N's POV-

When i finally awoke, I was no longer imprisoned. But rather, I was lying on a soft bed, that felt like it was made out of the most delicate swanna feathers. I was in a room, that looked like it belonged to a small child. At the sight of it, my heart fluttered with nostalgia and comfort.

Something about the room made me feel at ease.

I sat up, making the bed creak under my weight.

All over the room was small toys, ones that looked familiar.

And right next to the bed sat a small night stand. Sitting placidly on there, was a crown. Bejewled with only the finest looking jewels.

With shaking hands, I slowly picked up the small crown and placed it on my head.

Putting it on felt like natural. Like I was supposed to wear it.

All of sudden the door opened, and there he stood.

"Well, looks like you found your crown at last, King N." He spoke while bowing. "Now come along. Someone is here to see you."