-The last day in the life of a innocent, naive hero, and the first of an inferior and jealous one.


He was seven when his father had patted him on the head, and brought him out onto the balcony. His small, delicate hands gripped the railing, feeling their familiar smoothness through the thin gloves shielding his fingers from the cold. He was young, and his father was young as well, but it was in moments like these, Natural thought his father was the good kind of old.

His father used to shield his eyes whenever he walked out into the courtyard, making all the servants and maids bow in fear; and he had accepted it. Humans were terrible, the Pokemon in his courtyard used to tell him; they would imprison them, torture them to hurt themselves while fighting when they didn't want it, and would release them if they had no use.

Yes, N used to lie in the castle garden all the time, staring up at the stars; and glaring at them. He had, countless times, made a wish on them, but they'd never come true.

Please save the Pokemon, and hurt the humans, he'd wish, but he only grew angrier and more furious when they had never listened to him. The Pokemon in the garden were still grieving, the people outside the castle walls were still smiling while their companions- no, slaves- were being hurt. Humans were terrible, N found himself thinking, and god, how he wished that he'd have a chance to save the Pokemon himself.

He'd be a hero- no, not just a hero; the Hero of Truth!

He'd righteously rip Pokemon and humans apart, to live in each of their own worlds, because then Pokemon'd be happy and the humans would be far, far, away!

Yes, at seven years old, Natural Harmonia Gropius was prepared to defend the Pokemon and be a hero.

So on his very next birthday, his father had sent him a little white rock, oddly bent and very shiny. Yes, this was the Light Stone; and N had waited for Reshiram to come out and tell him he was the hero every waking moment. He'd polish it every single night, watching it shine in the sometimes not-there moonlight, and he'd fall asleep cradling it in his arms.


At age ten, he'd gotten permission from his father to go and explore a mostly unknown area. Reshiram's stone gleamed no less brightly than it had in his eyes two years ago, although he was dismayed to find it a scratch on it a few days before. Fearing his father's wrath, N had gotten permission to go to Giant Chasm, where it was said the water was mystical.

Perhaps it would cleanse the rock, he had supposed, and he had set out on a mission to the wild, Rubik's Cube dangling from his oversized baggy pants.

However, he soon found himself in the midst of angry Pokemon.

He had never encountered Pokemon such as these; these were untamed, wild Pokemon, never knowing a trainer. Natural, the pampered and protected prince, never had met any non-domesticated species of Pokemon. But these were the Mamoswine, the free-shifting Ditto, the angry Clefable, all of them not knowing who he was and not liking him either.

He couldn't harm them, because they were darling Pokemon, right?

All Pokemon were right, and humans were wrong.

...Right?

Quickly, though, he hears a shout.

"Emboar, Heat Crash!"

And immediately, he is flung out of the way of a stampeding Mamoswine, Rubik's Cube shaking around frantically in the air, and he lands on the ground with a loud thud. Everything hurts, because his father's never let him get hurt before because he was the precious prince, the delicate one, and never had he seen a person actually attack a Pokemon because-

Wait.

A Mamoswine was attacked.

N's eyes opened in a fury, because what was a human doing here, hurting a wild Pokemon? What business did they have?

But as his eyes swerved to find the attacker, the cruel bully, they widened when they found that there were two silhouettes kneeling near the fallen Mamoswine, as it brayed pitifully. N's heart went out to the Mamoswine, even though it had just tried to hurt it, because it wasn't the Mamoswine's fault N had intruded on its property, but then he noticed a girl reaching out for it.

There were berries in her hand, and she gently nudged the Pokemon (N had thought that she was about to slap it, but he was just a sickly boy on the ground, and couldn't do anything about it). The Mamoswine stuck its tongue out, and as the girl whispered things to it- N had thought she might be berating it- its tongue lapped at the berries, eating them one by one.

After a couple of minutes, the Mamoswine could stand on its feet again.

N had been wary, because humans were all bad and no one could ever help Pokemon without there being some motive or something, but as soon as he saw the Mamoswine nuzzle the boy and the girl (he didn't know it was called 'nuzzling', because the Pokemon at the castle weren't allowed to do it with him, but he knew it was a gesture of affection) he had just been confused.

Perhaps the kids were alright? After all, humans were raised to be bad; perhaps these kids hadn't encountered any bad people yet? If so, then N had to make sure they wouldn't harm any Pokemon. He walked up to them.

Hilda was a bit shy yet cold, and Hilbert was a bit intimidating but outgoing, but N found himself thinking they were decent people.

That is, until his pocket started glowing.

The Light Stone shone brightly, unwrapping itself from the handkerchief (which fell onto the grass like a crumpled tissue) and floating up in the air, but N felt something was wrong.

Why this moment?

With these two kids?

And soon enough, Reshiram popped out, but to N's horror, it wasn't focused on him.

Reshiram was staring at Hilbert, floating just in front of him, and Hilbert reached out to it, as if he knew he'd be the hero.

And then, N knew that he was wrong.

Humans are bad.

Hilbert should not be the one to be the Hero of Truth; N was the one who had waited two years, was the one who diligently took care of it, was the one who was supposed to be the hero!

But instead, this stranger had became the hero.

After acknowledging it, Hilbert had held out a Pokeball, effectively capturing it. N grimaced at the sight, because why would Reshiram choose a person which such intolerable acts of captivity? Why would Reshiram want to reside in a Pokeball, those jails having hurt thousands of others? Hilbert let it out of its Pokeball immediately after, choosing instead to have it out.

Reshiram wasn't staring at Hilbert anymore, but instead was staring at the girl.

It was peering at something inside her bag, a dark greyish sphere protruding from a small pocket. Reshiram had tensed up when after a moment, choosing to float a couple of steps back, and seeing Reshiram's reaction, both N and Hilbert had turned to look at the object. Hilbert had immediately widened his eyes, N noticed, and N was wondering what the object was that would've caused such dark reactions from the Hero of Truth and Reshiram.

However, soon he noticed as well.

And then he was elated. Jubilated. Because, wow, what a mess Hilbert had gotten himself into; this lover of his (N had assumed they were together, based on the closeness of the two) was going to be the enemy! She wouldn't evoke such a reaction from Reshiram if she wasn't the hero!

When Hilbert questioned her where she found the stone, she had replied with Relic Castle. The perfect place to find the Dark Stone.

Ha! N decided that he would let these two fight it out, because once they both fell, he'd be the next best candidate for the Hero of Truth, but if that didn't work, they could destroy the region as well, and he could restart it all! He could finally make a safe haven for Pokemon if the region was destroyed.

So that's how a ten year old prospective hero turned into a recruiting enemy.

When Hilda had left to find the Mamoswine of earlier (apparently she had some more berries she could give to it), N had walked over to Hilbert and grabbed his sleeve. Hilbert had turned questioningly towards him, hands slipping out of his pockets, obviously surprised by his sudden action, N had noticed, and Hilbert put on a confused look.

N leaned towards his ear, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop it.

"Hey, want to join Team Plasma?"


A/N

Edit: [I'm still surprised that Gropius is in the dictionary, but Harmonia is not.]

Date of Edit: 27-09-2014

sob why is revising so hard