*ahahaha...I changed the legend of the two prince heroes who destroyed the region because it didn't match up to what I wanted to write... sorry...I'm straying really far from canon now*


One time, Nate wondered why exactly Hilbert was the Hero of Truth.

His teacher had no emotions; right?


"So...let me get this straight. You have no emotions?" Nate raised his eyebrows at his teacher's words, wondering if his teacher was just bluffing. Sometimes, he wondered if his teacher had some personality disorder or something. His teacher changed emotions in the blink of an eye, and oftentimes his teacher would be stern one moment and cuddly the next.

The response?

A stuck-out tongue that resembled a kindergartner and a hand shaped like an "L" which was brought up to Hilbert's forehead. Said boy swung his legs back and forth on the desk he was sitting on.

Nate sighed and rolled his eyes. His teacher had been in the Team Plasma study, reading books on whatever topic Nate wasn't sure of, and was lazily flipping the pages of one completely ancient book at a rapid speed, leaving Nate to wonder whether or not Hilbert was paying attention or not.

Of course the one time he actually asked a question about Hilbert's current life {oh, but he knew Hilbert from his past life}, Hilbert had shrugged it off. He tried asking again.

"So you don't have any emotions."

Looking back at Hilbert, frustrated, he found that his teacher was staring at something behind him. Nate took a defensive stance, ready to turn around at any moment. Was there an enemy? An infiltrator?

But the next moment, he heard snickering from his teacher, who was currently on the floor laughing, rolling around back and forth unable to contain his laughter.

"I wish you could've seen your face! You looked like you were ready to murder something!" Hilbert laughed, wiping away nonexistent tears from his eyes. Nate rolled his eyes at his teacher's immaturity, but the older male had already sat up and looked serious.

"...I do. But I don't."

Nate raised his eyebrows yet again; he had learned this trait from his teacher, the one that was unusually immature and naive and who could also be the fiercest fighter and sullen when needed.

"Ah, but it's because I don't have emotions that I am able to tell."

"...Tell what?"

And Hilbert looked at Nate, eyes narrowing a bit in what was perceived to be sorrow but was laughed off; there it was, the mask that his teacher wore. Never to be understood. Nate wasn't even sure what part of him was the mask.

"I am able to tell the truth only because I have no emotional bias."

Hilbert's eyes trained on something behind Nate again. Nate groaned. Was Hilbert really trying to use the same trick on him again? Nate shook his head sadly, and then glared at Hilbert. Honestly, he really was childish sometimes. Nate wondered if Hilbert really was insane. An insane genius, at least.

"Look, if you're trying to make me fall for that agai-"

"Look at the clock."

Nate stopped. What?

"Look at the clock."

"What?"

"What time is it?"

Nate took a look at the clock.

Three o'clock...

Hilbert's eyes narrowed as he looked over Nate. The ancient book closed with a thud, dust swirling around, but Nate was sure that book seemed a tiny bit familar.

"You have heard of the legend of the two heroes, have you not?"

Ah. Of course. Hilbert always was interested in mythology and history, just like Nate was.

"...Of course. Everyone has heard of them here in Unova."

Hilbert examined Nate again, looking at Nate's hands for a particularly long time. His behavior frightened Nate. Hilbert mimicked the way a Noctowl would examine things, turning around, unblinkingly, to stare at the object. Nate gulped. Why was Hilbert looking at him like that?

"The legend is wrong."

Then, completely going against Nate's expectations, Hilbert clicked his tongue and broke out into a boyish smile, and spun around on the desks, staring at seemingly random places on the ceiling. His posture resembled that of a little school boy, and Nate wondered how a person could change attitudes just like that.

"Let me tell you what I am reading here. It is a diary book written by a maid named 'Amarillo' in the previous region with the two princes. Little is known about this girl, except for the fact that she had abnormal powers; she was able to read minds, heal, but most importantly, predict the future."

Nate gulped.

Yellow's diary-

"Amarillo's diary was never found, although historians believe it was destroyed at the end of the war, after the two princes' execution. It is believed to have either been burnt by the commoners or destroyed in the aftermath. Amarillo was brilliant at keeping records, and her works are continued to be analyzed and taken apart for culture of the previous region."

Hilbert's stare pierced through Nate once more.

"The diary states that once upon a time, two rivaling kingdom gave birth to two royal children. It is stated in the diary that this girl, "Amarillo", was sent to live with the supposed 'son' of the first kingdom; the name of the kingdom is not known. It is presumed, however, that the Yellow Kingdom (which historians have named based after Amarillo) was evil, and tyrannical."

Nate stared nervously at some random place on the wall. Hilbert smirked, noticing this, and he knew that Nate was definitely trying not to think of something.

"The second kingdom had tried to rebel against the first, and had done so by training their newborn son to fight. They hired a teacher only two years older than him, making sure that the teacher was the most fit of the finest. That teacher had practically raised the prince himself, teaching him everything he knew, including ways to disguise yourself and fight.

"Meanwhile, there was something wrong in the first. Their child was not right; their child was not the son they had hoped for.

"The first kingdom was devastated that the child they had borne was female. In fear of an uprising if things happened differently, they proclaimed to the entire kingdom that the newborn was male, masking their daughter's unwanted gender.

"The first kingdom, fearing that the second would usurp their power, had trained their only daughter to fight. Their daughter received lecture after lecture of war strategies, weapons, how to kill someone, at only age seven. Their daughter, although she was strange, had become the perfect war weapon. Their daughter became the best fighter in the region, cruel and heartless, used as a weapon, and it soon became apparent that she was generating too much attention; after all, a simple girl fighting in the highest ranks of the army? She needed to disguise herself. In order to protect her from future dangers, they had hired a teacher, the best they could find of course, for her, who taught her how to disguise herself as a male.

"Hence, the reason why there were two princes instead of a prince and a princess."

Hilbert paused momentarily, taking in his student's look. His student panicked, and Hilbert was sure that Nate knew something that would clearly affect the future. Hilbert continued.

"Later on, when the two regions went to war, everything was destroyed. Entire plains were left barren, empty landscapes not even having cobwebs because all of the Galvantula had died, and entire populations starved. The commoners were angry. The rich were angry. Nothing was going well. All because of those two stupid princes.

"So what would the public do?

"They would rebel."

Nate remembered the war. It was horrible. He was forced to keep fighting, to keep fighting, to try and kill the girl he loved and he was the only one that had figured out she was a girl and not a man, and he was forced to keep killing, stabbing, because this is all evil, and the girl he loved was evil, and-

"So on the day when the two princes were visiting their own castles at home, unaware, the commoners from both kingdoms rose up and invaded the castle grounds at the same time. In the matter of two hours, the commoners of the two kingdoms had taken over the castles. They set fire to the royal castles, the servants from each castle running away because they didn't like the government as well, and even the loyal teachers of those two princes ran away as well. They ran away on the backs on two Pokemon, running far, far, away from the event taking place. It wasn't a rebellion. It was a revolution. Those two teachers are known as traitors in the history books, because even though they had such a close relationship to the princes, they still left them behind at such a pivotal moment."

That's wrong. And Hilbert knows it.

"On the day of the executions, the two princes were forced on their knees, side by side, and everyone had gathered to see this death. They were to be executed at three o'clock."

Tea time.

"And when the two of them were executed, they said their signature catchphrase-"

The phrase that he and Rosa had always used. Because when they weren't in front of anyone else, they could sense the horror of each other and created a silent friendship. When they were little, they had secretly met each other roaming the streets. They were best friends. And they were enemies.

"'Oh. It's tea time.'

"And then the clock struck three; two swords were swung and two heads were cut off."

Hilbert should not know these things. Something must have gotten him to figure this out-

"Don't you think tea should be drunk at three, Nate?"

Hilbert turned away, holding his hand up to stop Nate from replying, because a reply wasn't needed. Hilbert pondered for a moment, before looking Nate in the eyes and staring him down.

"Those teachers were labeled as traitors. They were found in the audience at the execution; albeit they were all the way in the back, crying. History has marked them as traitors. Don't you ever pity those teachers? I'm sure they felt that they could've done something to change it all. But those teachers were skilled. No one could say wrong about them, because those teachers were lowly, and they were tortured enough."

Hilbert looked at Nate again. His eyes were blank, dull, without emotion,

"I don't remember anything. But I'm sure of one thing, and one thing only."

Hilbert headed for the door, stopping only for a moment to turn the handle.

"You searched for me, became my student in this life, to repay for something that happened when you were a prince. I may not know what it is right now, and you shall not tell me; I shall figure this out myself. I shall find out the truth by myself. And if I am not able to analyse things the way they are without any bias at all, then I will never find out. And if I never figure this out, then I shall be content with that as well. I will not force things to go differently than they will."

(His lack of emotion and lack of control over his own body allowed him to view everything in a non-judgmental way. The true Hero of Truth.)

Hilbert threw Amarillo's diary to Nate on the way out, not looking back after this last sentence, and Nate stared at the book with horror, not realizing that Yellow's diary would reveal so many things when he had salvaged it from the remains of the war.

Yes. It was tea time.

But Hilda and Hilbert should never have been the ones saying that.


A/N

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THIS REALLY CRAPPY PIECE OF LITERATURE HERE AND YOU CAN JUST GO KILL ME BECAUSE I ADDED IN TONS OF REFERENCE TO OTHER THINGS-

/SHOT

If anyone caught the extreme reference in this chapter, I salute you. For anyone still reading this story after this, I honestly worship you. XD

So basically, Hilbert is the Hero of Truth because he can have a non-biased opinion on everything, making it easier to determine the truth from lies. But that wasn't important at all. And I won't explain the last two sentences, because they are kind of self-explanatory. If any more clarification is needed, I won't explain until the correct scene. :3 I'm sorry. ;_; This is a horrible chapter.