Introducing: a life of madness and insanity.

This is the restoration of the world.

This is the destruction of dreams.

This is the separation of truths.


"Dearest Sister, what do you think of N?"

Concordia looked calmly over at Anthea, eyes narrowing at the question. They were at the coronation of N, with a crown being placed on his head as he recited the faithful oath to the nation. The whole of Unova was made to watch (at home, of course; the event was being broadcast all across the nation), and only the most important individuals received the invitation to come to his ceremony. Why would someone ask that question now? Was her dearest sister insane?

"...I feel that he will become a fine ruler and inherit Lord Ghetsis's prowess in ruling." Concordia chose her words carefully, making sure she wouldn't be able to offend anyone who wasn't a traitor.

Anthea stared at her, eyes suddenly turned mocking, and leaned closer. Concordia stood in a defensive position. She did not like the look on her sister's face. It reminded her too much of someone she knew.

"...You do not feel that N is a bit...weak to be a ruler?" The question was asked with a lilt and false curiousity, and Concordia did not like what her sister sounded like. When had her sister become this conniving?

Anthea's cold smirk was enough to make Concordia furious. How dare Anthea bring up something like this? Lord Ghetsis chose N, their brother, to rule, and Anthea was questioning it?

"What is your motive?"

Anthea turned to her, standing a bit taller, and Concordia felt that for once, Anthea was being intimidating. Her behavior was very suspicious. Her sister would be labeled as a traitor if she continued as this.

"...You know of Lord Hilbert, don't you?"

Concordia nodded slowly, unsure of where her sister was going.

"I'm sure he would make a much better ruler."

And it was then Concordia understood the power of the hierarchy. Her sister would not be considered a traitor, even with her talk against the current monarch. N was just a pawn, and everyone knew, even he himself. Even so, Concordia grit her teeth and stepped further away from Anthea. If the monarchy was going to split into two sides, she would stand by Lord N's side. But she knew her sister was right.

Because deep inside, everyone knew the war was really being fought by the hero of ideals and the hero of truth.

The next day, Anthea was dressed in black.

All of Team Plasma was separated into black and white.


"Hilda!"

Said girl turned around to meet Professor Juniper, who was currently staring with loathing at a screen inside the lab. Of course she had seen the broadcast. Everyone did. And Hilda would make sure everyone would forget about it. Soon.

"...Are you really going to do this? This is very dangerous, and you might even get hurt! You're the symbol of hope right now for the people! The people need you, you can't just sacrifice yourself like this! You caused inner turmoil with Team Plasma, yes, but it's only some matter of time before someone finds out!" Juniper yelled at her, breathing heavily. Hilda looked at her, no sign of emotion present.

"...You're wrong."

Professor Juniper gasped lightly, daring Hilda to say if she truly believed that the people did not care much about her. It was all lies, she knew, so the professor knew she could trust Hilda to have no comeback.

She was wrong.

"The people are wrong. I am not a symbol of hope."

Professor Juniper glared at Hilda, about to cut in, when Hilda abruptly turned to look at her, sneering.

"I am the symbol of ideals."

And then she walked away, using her materials she got from Rosa (make-up and clothing) to change how she looked.

There will be a rebellion. And, putting on her boots and mask, she left her identity behind.

There is only a matter of time before someone finds out!

-So I'll reveal myself before someone finds out.


"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes."

It was tiring.

She had to win the alliance of many people; the international police, the champions and gym leaders, but in the end, she had done it. She had created an army. Of course, she commanded all of these at the back, monitoring and thinking of strategies, but not actually fighting. After all, the greatest weapon must be saved for last.

She was a grunt in Team Plasma now, and she had told Rosa to pretend to be her for a while, because the people would grow frantic if they found out their leader was not here. So Rosa led the rebellion now, but every now and then, she would meet Rosa on the battlefield, and Rosa would quickly divert everyone's attention.

Hilda smirked.

She had laid out many traps. Using carefully planted words, she spread rumours of how N was incapable as a ruler, and how Hilbert was much better. Even if it pained her extremely much to try and compliment Hilbert, she said so with false starry eyes and won over the minds of many grunts.

After five months, the seeds of doubt had been lain and sprouted.

War raged inside the Team Plasma castle, as the team split into two, one side supporting N, and the other wishing Hilbert to rule. Of course, Hilda had seen Hilbert during this time, and had to fight the urge to just go and kill him right then. But it would all bear fruit one day, she knew, so she hid her intentions.

When the day of the coronation came, half of Team Plasma was fuming at the obviously weaker choice, N, being king. They wanted world domination, not befriending Pokemon.

When the day of the coronation left, the sprouts of the lies grew so suddenly that they fractured the solid foundation of Team Plasma.

It was obvious.

Team Plasma was now warring against themselves.

Knights against pirates.

White against black.

And it was white, against black, against carmine red.

And that was how the rebellion gained an ally in the enemy themselves.


A/N

So this is my version of old Team Plasma and Neo-Plasma! Hilbert wanted to be ruler, right? So half of Team Plasma wants him to be ruler, and half wants N! This causes inner turmoil, and was all caused by Hilda!

(Yes, I know that the timing of this story may seem a bit off, but this chapter was before Hilda went into Relic Castle to find Volcarona. You'll see what I mean next chapter.)

Oh yeah, and due to my inconsistencies in this story, I realized that Hilda was supposed to catch Vocarona last, yet I have it as her fourth pokemon or something in chapter three, OTL. So, just imagine that that chapter was talking about the order in her team, and not chronological order.

XD So this story will not be in chronological order at all, and you'll also see why. (God, there are a lot of these "you'll see why"s, aren't there? XD I think that's the sign of a bad writer)