N would be a king.
Not one like those who had ruled over people and lands alike in the first days of Unova, but different. A symbol, instead. Commanding over others had never been, nor ever would be his goal. His golden scepter would be like the wand he used to restructure society into a place where beautiful Pokemon didn't become exploited for entertainment and labor. The crown that would rest on his head would be the representation of that ideal. People and Pokemon alike would look at it and smile.
His father Ghetsis carried that crown into the throne room, boots clanking on the floor. The golden headpiece glinted in the light of the chandeliers, which cast a halo down on N and his seven sages, who flanked either side of the raised dais he stood on.
N grinned. He loved and admired his father, perhaps more than he did anyone else. Ghetsis was a kind, selfless person; N had seen it. He'd gone out of his way to show N the horrors of the outside world. Without him, N wouldn't be anything. He'd never of had the opportunity to show the world the error of its ways, and free Pokemon so they could live in happiness, as all living things deserved.
Ghetsis stepped on to the dais. He returned N's smile as he came to stand in front of him.
"My son," he whispered. "I am so proud of you."
N beamed. "Thank you, father."
"Are you prepared for this burden? Are you prepared to lead the world into a new age?"
"Yes, father. I am."
N bowed his head, and Ghetsis slid the crowd in place over his forehead. It was cold against his skin. Ghetsis pulled his arms back, but not before N saw the charred skin of his right arm, as black as a Zorua's fur. He had never told N how that had happened, despite the many times he'd asked.
Ghetsis backed away, leaving N to stand alone. Cheers and claps erupted from the seven sages, their robes swaying and their necklaces catching the light. In the distant corner of the room, his sisters, Anthea and Concordia, both paragons of beauty and kindness, smiled at him and clapped softly.
Freeing Pokemon was the sole reason he'd been born into the world. He spoke to them; he heard their voices when no one else could. He would take all of their pleas and cries for salvation upon himself.
Once the sages had quieted down, his father ushered them from the room, speaking in hushed tones that didn't carry quite so far in the throne room that he could hear what they said. They would all return to their various duties in the castle, which had once belonged to ruler-kings. Ghetsis had long since appropriated it for them.
He stepped down onto the floor. It glistened enough that, when he looked down, he could see his reflection in the tiled marble. The crown fit snuggly over his pulled-back green hair. This really is my purpose.
Anthea and Concordia stepped in front of him. He looked up and smiled.
"Congratulations, N," Anthea said. "We're so proud of the man you've become."
"I am who I am because of you both and father," he said, shaking his head.
Concordia came to stand behind him, laying a soft hand on his shoulder. The three of them hadn't ever had a mother, but Concordia had dutifully taken that job upon herself, as the oldest.
"Come now," she said. "How about I fetch you something to eat?"
He frowned. "Why? Father said we were to travel to Accumula Town.
"Come, come," she said, hustling him out of the room. Anthea followed at their side. "A little bite to eat before you go will only help."
He sighed but found that his smile hadn't disappeared in the slightest. "Alright, Concordia. But only if you two eat with me."
They chuckled in response and agreed.
This day marks the start of everything, he thought. Soon the world will be a better place than it ever has been before.