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A/N: First off, I would like to thank all of you who went out of your way to review this story and give me some feedback, which I really appreciate. Constructive criticism is welcome as well. I hate flaming, though.

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A/N: I know I didn't describe the Pokemon in the last chapter, because I'm pretty sure all of you remember what the Pokemon look like, although White, being a native of Unova, hasn't met foreign Pokemon. If you want me to describe them again, please let me know.

A/N: Okay, even I don't know the identity of White's father, since I'm uncertain who to choose since her mother "Dawn" (which is not her real name, and I'll explain why later) seemed to show interest in a lot of people. There will be a poll on this.

A/N: One person asked me whether this "Dawn" was Platinum!Dawn, Pearl!Dawn or Diamond!Dawn. Well, the answer to that is in this chapter.

A/N: This is another enriching yet crucial chapter for it foreshadows future chapters.

A/N: This "Dawn" has no relation to other Dawns, game-wise, anime-wise or manga-wise.

N's PoV.

"Every moment that passes by, freedom escapes from all of you." Gorm pushed his cap upward, so he could take a better look at all of us, although right away, I wished he'd kept it down.

Dustox, a Pokemon I've seen in flight while I was in Kanto, fluttered his tattered wings angrily, laughter in the form of buzzing rippling through the darkened library, several of the bookshelves piled on top of one another, books atop or wedged between them, opened or closed.

Gorm drilled his eyes into White's, continuing, "I would have never thought of you being a quitter and coward."

The bastard's condescending tone irked me, because he was filling White's head with negative thoughts, forcing her to doubt herself.

When the brunette turned around to stare at all of us, her face was crestfallen and drained of color, wild-eyed. After White wheeled around, she thrust her backpack to the floor, rustling from whatever pocket she was choosing, no doubt the Medicine pocket.

Every time Simisear made a cry of despair, White flinched, her shoulders shaking.

Worried, I advanced forward, seeing White's hair pooling on the floor, although I could detect faint noises of sniveling coming from her. Seeing her doubt herself made me want nothing more than to punch Gorm in the face, which he definitely deserved.

"She's brave!" Bianca disagreed heartily, "and she's no coward!"

"White never gives up, no matter how hopeless anything seems," Cheren added. "White, take him down."

I felt Bianca's, Cheren's and Anthea's gaze on me, making me feel singled out. How can I say something to White when I might offend her? I wondered, at a loss of words. I do wanna tell her how . . . but it's better that way. After all, she has Cheren.

Glaring pointedly at Gorm, I snarled, "She may be stubborn -" I paused, wondering if I could talk slower than I usually do, "but if there's one thing I've learned about White . . . is that she never, ever falters in her resolutions."

Even though I slowed down, my manner of speech still seemed to have that way of punching people with words.

The slimeball adjusted his iron-grip on Anthea's wrist, Anthea trying to hold back a scream. "All three of you are blind." Even though he was talking to Cheren, Bianca and me, Gorm was fixing his eyes on me. "She gave up, can't you see?"

Even though it was no use, Anthea tried to rip her wrist from Gorm's meaty hand once more. "The children believe in White." Anthea closed her eyes, the ethereal atmosphere around her intensifying. "I must also believe in her during these dark times." She directed her gaze at White, who had her hand frozen in the backpack. "Do not let fear take hold of you, and do not let Lord Gorm doubt yourself. Everyone believes in you, but you must first believe in yourself, Trainer."

There was a pregnant pause, White still immobile, Simisear's face scrunched up with pain, Dustox whizzing around impatiently, Anthea eyeing White with mild interest, Gorm expressionless, Bianca and Cheren silent. Actually, I was quiet and reserved, as usual.

As I stepped backward, I caught the look on Gorm's face as White animatedly dug through the backpack, eventually clasping on to possibly an Antidote, a Full Heal or a Full Restore.

Gorm recovered quickly, because he growled, "Use the Antidote, and I will use TOXIC against you."

White sprung her head up, the sheet of dark brown lifting off the floor. She withdrew her hand from the backpack, throwing it carelessly onto the floor. "No matter what moves you use against me, I'll surely be all right as long as people and Pokemon believe in me! I also need to believe in myself and my Pokemon."

Gorm eyed White's closed fist with apprehension. "Once you use that Antidote in your hand, your Simisear will be a victim of TOXIC once more!" He tried to sound confident, although Gorm kind of feared White, which was understandable if you're one of the Seven Sages.

Simisear snarled at him, before staring at White, absolute faith in his eyes.

White, with immense difficulty, lifted her finger from the clutched Antidote to point at Gorm. "My Simisear's fine with whatever decision I make," she remarked. "I'm not gonna give up! Antidote or not, I will keep my head in the game!"

Gorm started to chortle. "Make your move then," he invited.

White shook her head, saying, "Prepare yourself." Very slowly, White opened her hand up, no doubt creating suspense and being dramatic.

When White's palm was open, she hoisted it upward.

Gorm's eyes widened with shock. "Unbelievable!" he cried out.

White Snow had tricked Gorm into thinking she was going to heal Simisear, for her hand was barren.

She flicked her hand up, pointing at Dustox. "SIMISEAR, LET'S FINISH THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!" Her silvery voice seemed to ring with confidence, which made me smile. "USE FIRE BLAST!"

Dustox whirled around one time, before pausing.

I could tell he was disappointed with these turns of events, while the rest of us were shocked big time.

Simisear released a screech, his body glowing red-hot. An enormous ring with a raging inferno appeared in front of him, the flames dancing around merrily before rocketing toward the shocked Dustox, who was being told by Gorm to attack with PSYWAVE.

FIRE BLAST slammed itself into Dustox, devouring his body with flames, Dustox buzzing all the while.

Chapter 11: Platina

N's PoV.

There was something beautiful about fire.

I mean, I loved all of the colors it emitted, and how useful it was to us. At the same time, I also knew how dangerous and destructive it could be, since a bunch of campers were careless enough to leave a fireplace aflame one time, resulting in a woods full of Pokemon being burnt to cinders a couple of summers ago, thus earning my hatred for the human race.

Now I realized Ghetsis must've been responsible for setting the forest ablaze, in order to fuel my hatred for humans and the apparent mistreatment of Pokemon. I even developed a slight case of pyrophobia in remembrance of the tragedy.

I was okay with Fire-Type Pokemon, though, ironically enough.

As soon as the flames died down, an unconscious Dustox plummeted to the ground, his wings flapping weakly. "RETURN!" Gorm threw the Poke Ball at Dustox, where it shot the familiar jet of light, encasing Dustox's profile before the Poke Ball swallowed him whole. The Sage held his hand wide open, the Poke Ball zooming into the midst. "I won't deny you'd thoroughly surprised me," Gorm admitted grudgingly.

Gorm slipped the Poke Ball into his pocket whilst White healed Simisear with an Antidote before recalling him back, the Poke Ball whizzing back into her hand. "Unfortunately for me, I'm on my last Pokemon," Gorm said angrily. "This one came from the Sinnoh region." The Sage procured a Poke Ball, tapping the button in order to enlarge it. "GO, GLISCOR!"

I'd seen a Pokemon Trainer use a Gliscor in Sinnoh before in a battle.

I delved my hand into my pocket, glancing at the three latest entries in White's Pokedex:

Hypno's profile said that Hypno, with its swinging pendulum, can cause anyone to be induced into slumber in less than five seconds, and anyone who just woke up were not immune to its effects.

Dustox's profile claimed with each flap of their wings, toxic powder can be spread. In the nighttime, Dustox were known to strip off trees flanking boulevards.

Finally, Gliscor's profile informed me it could circle the globe once without flapping its wings if it succeeded in properly catching even the faintest of breezes.

Satisfied, I slipped the Pokedex into my pocket.

White plucked a Master Ball from her hand, laughing maniacally. "This Pokemon was so hard to catch with a mere Ultra Ball," she recalled. "Well, here goes Round Three!" White half-twirled around whilst throwing the Master Ball out of her hand, yelling, "GO, TORNADUS!" Immediately, the Master Ball boomeranged back to White, who caught it deftly. "You go first."

Anthea stared at White, concern in her eyes. "Even if you win – which you will – Gorm is not one to keep his word, White," Anthea cautioned. "He does not lie, but he does not keep his word, either."

"Shut up, traitor," Gorm snapped. "White, do you believe the word of a Sage or a traitor? Once this is all over, join the ranks of Team Plasma, for King N needs a queen."

White gave a shout of laughter. "Right," she said, "and do you honestly believe I would join the likes of you when all of you hate me, especially Ghetsis?" Tornadus flew down in front of her, intently staring at Gliscor. "Our deal is -"

Without thinking, I stepped forward, tapping White on the shoulder, remembering what kind of person Gorm was. "Stop this battle, White!" I said, knowing Gorm had a trick up his sleeve. "Either way, you're screwed! No one walks away a free person or Pokemon when Gorm is involved in a Pokemon Battle."

"Are you crazy?" Bianca piped up. "White takes risks, and -"

"You said we needed to trust him," Cheren reminded her bossily. "Taking back your words is being hypocritical, you know."

White wheeled around to survey us. "He knows something about my father," she stubbornly insisted. "I have to find out what." White tried to flick my fingers off, but I grasped her by the shoulders, drilling my eyes into hers. "Lemme go, N!"

"King N, I told you not to get involved," said Gorm viciously, grasping Anthea by the wrist, turning it around so tightly that Anthea screamed. "One more word, and -"

BOOM!

I ended up feeling time become stagnant, seeing people moving around in slow motion. It was as if time was being halted, and I was being cut off from the world, making me depressed yet thrilled at the same time. Unfortunately, I slipped into a period of depression at this.

All of a sudden, time went normally again, with a massive portion of the library wall flying outward, Gorm staring at it in shock. Knowing Anthea, she would take advantage of this moment while she still can.

The woman winked at me, wrestling her arm free from the man's grasp, which was successful this time around. "The plan you have with Lord Ghetsis and the others is anything but dangerous," she told Gorm, darting over to White, Tornadus, Bianca, Cheren and me. "Whatever happens, do not entertain the thought Lord Ghetsis would care about your welfare, Lord Gorm." Looking at White, she encouraged, "Recall Tornadus into the Master Ball, Trainer! Please don't argue, because this intrusion will benefit us all."

White jutted her chin, staring at Anthea for a long moment before crying, "TORNADUS, GET BACK!" Tornadus returned to his Master Ball, White upset at the intrusion of the battle between Gorm and her. "I thought I could negotiate," she mumbled.

Bianca and Cheren came over, flanking my left side. I, however, turned around, rushing over to a weakened Anthea. "It's okay, now," I soothed. "Gorm's -"

"GLISCOR –" Gorm started to scream before a nebula of dust pierced the library, revealing three shadows, one of them no doubt a Pokemon. "Fly over, and see what Pokemon that is, and attack!"

"USE ROAR OF TIME AGAIN!" a voice I recognized as "Dawn's" commanded.

She appeared out of the shadows, along with Concordia and the most magnificent, beautiful Legendary Pokemon I'd ever seen, emitting waves of very ancient and unimaginable power. Instantly, I knew this was the Pokemon who had slowed down time and burst the library wall open, breaking the shelf nailed to it cleanly in half, books flying everywhere.

"What Pokemon is this?" Bianca asked.

Cheren gulped. "It's so . . . beyond words."

This Pokemon reminded me of a sauropod, colored mainly navy blue, accentuated by metallic gray accents, like the chest plate it sported, scarred, pockmarked and dented with the largest diamond I'd ever seen pushed against it, various light blue stripes bordering it. Olden wings were fixated on its arched back, glowing luminously. On the crown of its head was a crest, distorted in shape. Atop its head were two long horns, and two fang-like ones lining the mouth. As it roared, I could discern three spine-like structures on the nape of its neck. It was also swishing its short tail, clawing the air with its hideously long claws.

"I'd never seen this Pokemon either," I put in glumly. "I think it may be one of the Legendary Pokemon from Sinnoh."

White gasped, forcing Cheren, Bianca and I to turn around.

"I think this might one of the Pokemon Ghetsis is dying to see," White speculated. "N, my mother stopped Cyrus from rewriting time and . . . it has to be the Pokemon my mother had mentioned in passing."

"Which is?" Cheren demanded, looking from White to I.

"Dialga," I remembered.

"Dialga," agreed White. Looking at "Dawn", she cried, "Mother!"

Without waiting, White darted over to "Dawn", laughing joyously.

I enjoyed seeing White alight with happiness, albeit there was one problem.

When I had locked eyes upon Dialga for the very first time, all I heard from its thoughts were silence. At first, I thought it had to do with the fact it was trying to distract Gliscor and Gorm, but now I realized that wasn't it.

For the first time in sixteen years, I could not read a Pokemon at all.

I was in shock.

White's PoV.

"Mother!" I cried, laughing all the while. "Did you defeat Ghetsis?"

The woman bearing a striking resemblance to me nodded. "He did as I commanded, leading me into a hallway." Her tone was so bitter and resentful my intense hatred for Ghetsis deepened. "We came into the room where he hid the stone, Concordia here on watch duty. Once I touched it, Ghetsis said that I only demanded for him to take me to the stone, not the stone itself."

N, Cheren and Bianca sauntered forward, N shocked for some unknown reason. Anthea, with her flowing dress, seemed to work her way towards us like a swan. "So it appears the line has survived," Anthea addressed my mother.

"What line?" I wondered before wheeling around, seeing the fat bastard Gorm escaping. Not willing to let him disclose our whereabouts, I fished out a Poke Ball and threw it at his head, causing Gorm to trip on the hem of his robes and collapse into the bookshelves, rendering him unconscious. "Mother, you should've made Dialga use ROAR OF TIME to make both Ghetsis and Gorm die, as punishment for their crimes." The Poke Ball I used to incapacitate Gorm cracked into two, no longer useful.

Concordia fixed me with a stern look. "To wish harm upon others will make your soul unstable and impure, White," she warned. "For Reshiram only follows a person pure of heart and truthful, a person who walks the Path of Light." As I took out the Ultra Ball, she continued, "Reshiram did not only awaken because it was testing you, but because of the Path of Light you'd walked on."

Anthea sighed. "The Path of Light was not through Unova, but through your heart. Light . . . Darkness . . . Time . . . Space . . . Dimensions . . . Ghetsis is a fool to meddle with forces he cannot understand." Staring at my mother, she said, "It has been a while, Heroine of Time."

Before our very eyes, Anthea and Concordia curtsied before my mother, who turned red with embarrassment. "Peace-Bringer, Guardian of Balance, Sinnoh Pokemon Champion." Simultaneously, they said, "Hail, Platina Berlitz."

My mother blushed. "I haven't been called Platina Berlitz since White was small."

Bianca ran her fingers through her flaxen hair. "Okay . . . I don't understand what's going on!" She stared at N and Cheren, who were just as stumped as she was. "Please, explain all of this, Mrs. Snow . . . Ms. Berlitz . . . whoever you are."

"Not here," my mother said sternly. "We must escape and head to a safe haven. Not Nuvema Town," she paused, eyeing Bianca's face, "You and Cheren should've known what you were getting yourself into, since you are both Pokemon Trainers." Eyeing N, my mother continued, "I would not be a Berlitz if I did not help the wronged ones, meaning you're coming along with us, N."

Anthea and Concordia bowed. "We must stay here, Lord N," they said unhappily, because N had twirled around, a faint trace of expectation planted upon his features.

"Please come," N pleaded, sounding heartbroken. "I only have White, and I need more friends. . . I'm not the Hero of Idealism . . . White proved that a couple of weeks ago."

I wheeled around, slapping my hand on to N's wrist. "We've done too much for each other, meaning we gotta work together."

Concordia smiled at me. "You can save Lord N, Jewel of Unova, yet he can save you as well."

"Stop speaking in riddles," Bianca complained. "You're sounding just like your King and Cheren."

"Thanks a lot, Bianca," Cheren murmured under his breath. "Now being a geek is a bad thing to you now, right?"

Bianca wheeled around, waving her hands. "It's not a b-bad thing," she defended herself. "You take things too seriously, Cheren!"

I glanced at both of them. "We need to get out of here," I said.

Concordia went over to my mother, holding something in her hand. "I only pray the feud between your families – stemming from the beginning of time – can end with you and White, Platina." She slapped it into my mother's hand. "When Lord Ghetsis awakens, he may be able to tell the difference between the false Nameless Stone and this one. You must be long gone by then."

"You talk as if you're not of this world," Cheren surmised. "Are you deities or not?"

Anthea gave a laugh at that. "It is better if you do not know Concordia's and my true identities, Trainer. Lord N and White, the clash between Reshiram and Zekrom was only the beginning. The clash was born from embedded hatred that continues even now, and you two must stick together, no matter what you find out . . . Lord Ghetsis cannot carry out his scheme."

Looking at me, Anthea said, "Farewell, Jewel of Unova."

Anthea ambled away into the darkness, Concordia following suit.

I bristled. "I want to know what that is," I insisted, before seeing my mother's face darken. "Don't tell me all of us will find this out in time."

As I expected, she didn't answer.

"Time," my mother mused. "No one can control, change or shape it . . . I know you're angry with me, White, although I had good reason to hide my identity. Your identity." My mother inserted the mysterious Nameless Stone into her pocket. "This was an heirloom I made the mistake of telling Ghetsis about . . . and he seemed to know more about it then I did. I just promised my mother when she visited me in the Battle Zone I'd look after it." Looking at Dialga, my mother said, "You made me proud as usual! DIALGA, RETURN!"

My mother smiled, slapping the Heal Ball against her belt. "DRIFLBLIM, I NEED YOUR HELP AGAIN!" she cried.

All of us nodded at each other, except Bianca looked unsure. "I don't own any Badges," she reminded me. "White, send out Tornadus or Reshiram because I don't want to ride with Cheren, your mother, you or N." Her mouth twisted around N's name.

What a spoiled brat, I thought, Bianca's lucky I love her. "TORNADUS, CARRY BIANCA!"

Bianca stared at me, shaking her head. "I want Reshiram," she whined. "Tornadus looks too hard to ride."

Cheren tapped his glasses. "I want new clothing and an aspirin," he said, "because this is too much."

N shrugged his shoulders. "Aren't friends supposed to get along?" He raised one eyebrow before saying, "ZEKROM, I CHOOSE YOU!" N leaned his body forward, thrusting the Ultra Ball onto the floor, Zekrom appearing a second later. When N came into his original position, the Ultra Ball boomeranged back to him. "White, you know Zekrom and Reshiram don't get along, so ride with me."

Bianca rolled her eyes. "I'm so going to ruin my hair," she sighed, climbing atop Tornadus. "Maybe you should ride with me, White."

My mother sighed. "Bianca, do you want to go home or what?"

Bianca jerked up, glancing at my mother with shock. "N-No," she stammered. "I just . . . never flew on a Pokemon before."

Tornadus rolled his eyes, as if he didn't want to carry Bianca. In fact, he even tried to tune out her voice, which made me want to laugh. "You just have to deal with it, Tornadus," I told him apologetically, even looking sorry. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"What's wrong?" Bianca asked me.

I smiled, turning away. "You and Tornadus will get along just fine," I teased, emphasizing my sarcasm with the thumbs-up.

I stopped fluidly in front of Cheren, who stared at me. "I'm just a Pokemon Trainer," Cheren told me. "I don't have Hero blood like you and your mother. Sure, I have a sense of justice, but I'm not you, White."

I frowned. "Why the comparison?" I pressed him.

"You saved the world," he muttered. "I mean, Bianca and I helped, but in the end, it was really you who was the diamond in the rough. Your nemesis is with us, making me a bit uneasy."

I said nothing.

"What's going on between you two, anyway?" Cheren asked. "I mean, you like him and he likes you . . ."

I gaped. "There's nothing going on between us," I protested. "Cheren, your glasses are on wrong."

Cheren shook his head. "They're on right," he answered calmly. "White, you know you like N, so -"

"CHEREN, JUST GET YOUR POKEMON OUT!" I yelled, turning red.

"Sheesh," Cheren conceded. "I was only trying to voice concern about your boyfri – GO, UNFEZANT!" Cheren swung his arm around, launching the Poke Ball out of his hand, where it hit the ground, Unfezant thankfully appearing instantly before the Poke Ball returned to Cheren's hand. "Bianca and I have known you for years," he continued. "We know you pretty well, and I can see you like N."

"I do not," I argued.

Cheren leaned against Unfezant, staring at me, unconvinced. "There's no use trying to convince you when you're in denial," he told me. "Bianca's worse, so you'll always be hounded -"

I stormed off, gritting my teeth.

Finally, I stopped in front of N, staring at me emotionlessly.

"Hi," I managed.

N nodded in acknowledgment. "You seem mad," he observed. "What did Cherry -?"

"Cheren," I corrected promptly.

N waved his hand. "Yeah, him. What did he do?" He seemed to be really curious, and I considered telling him what had happened or not. "And will you ride with me, because Zekrom and Reshiram hate each other."

I laughed. "No," I declined. "Cheren thinks you and me have something going on."

The boy raised an eyebrow. "I hope he isn't thinking romantically."

"He was." Shaking my head, I sighed, "I told him his glasses were on wrong, and besides, there's no chance."

N bowed his head down. "No chance," he repeated tonelessly. Snapping his head up, N said seriously, "White, you're the only friend I have, so can you ride with me?"

I cast a sad smile at him. "I'm sorry, but I have Reshiram," I reminded N.

As I produced Reshiram's Timer Ball, I continued, "We're complete opposites, you and me. I mean, I saved the world while you tried to destroy it . . . No offense," I added quickly.

N bowed his head down, murmuring, "None taken." Absently, he patted Zekrom's head, leaving me to wonder what he was thinking.

"I seek the Truth while you pursue Ideas," I went on. "GO, RESHIRAM!" I did my signature move, releasing Reshiram.

Right when the Timer Ball flung back to my hand, Reshiram and Zekrom started to hiss at each other. "Oh, shut up, you two!" N and I said at the same time.

Both of us looked at each other nervously, my face turning hot.

"Reshiram chose me while Zekrom chose you, N," I plowed on. "I think those are good enough reasons we're not compatible, because our Pokemon hate each other."

My tone sounded very unconvincing to me, which made me pretty befuddled.

Cheren's wrong! I thought.

As my mother and I locked eyes onto each other, N said sadly, "You're absolutely right, White."

My mother seemed to eye N and me the way Cheren did, making me grind my teeth.

Was my mother, the great Platina Berlitz, the heroine of the day or what?

I patted Reshiram, who seem to relax under my massage, albeit I could sense hostility between both Zekrom and Reshiram. "Behave," I told Reshiram shortly. "Besides, N . . . I'm not your type of girl." I smirked, bobbing my head up and down before Reshiram locked eyes on me, gesturing its head towards N.

Okay, Reshiram! First Cheren, then my mother and now you! N and I have nothing between us, I thought angrily, climbing atop Reshiram. "We burst through those windows!" I exclaimed, pointing at the double-paned frosted windows, where little shafts of sunlight streamed down from them. "We're getting out of here."

"You're not going anywhere," somebosy purred from below us.

A/N: "Platina" is finished! Read and Review! I would like some constructive criticism and feedback. Today is the final day to vote, so if you haven't done so yet, make sure to do so now.

This chapter has been reedited in order to prepare for the release of Eventide.

Edited on: 11/01/15