It was a dark, glorious night. The moon shined miraculously, glistening above the majestic tower. Stars twinkled brightly, countless of them positioned against the full moon. A young man stood behind a huge glass window; his dark emerald eyes staring ever so stunningly at the moon. His face showed nothing but awe, yet his mouth was kept in a tight line. His long, red robe covered his body. His long, tea green hair cascaded down his back, only pulled back by a small strand of ponytail.

   "Zorr…" The tricky fox Pokémon purred lovingly, catching the teenager's attention. The young man stared down, his lips finally pursing a small smile at the little creature. He bent down on one knee, his hands petting the tricky fox's head. The little one barked a giggle, nuzzling his head on his friend's palm.

   The green-haired boy smiled wider, enjoying the adorable scene.

   "My Lord."

   His smile disappeared in a blink of an eye.

   Two beautiful ladies – goddesses even – bowed behind him. "It is time."

   The silent boy stood up, head down. Without a word, he turned around and walked towards the goddesses. The two ladies nodded their head once, before letting him through.

   The hall was big – huge. It was dark, leaving only the moon's shine to light the way. The walls were nothing but glass windows. Echoes of footsteps filled the empty area. The young man walked silently, his hands and body hidden inside the elegant robe. The tricky fox Pokémon skipped behind, following his human friend.

   Just as they were walking, the boy walked past a mirror. His dull green eyes glared a peek at the image.

   What he saw wasn't himself.

   He saw his 10 year old self – crying in the arms of a dying Darmanitan. The little boy in the mirror sobbed silently, petting the barely breathing being. A small crowd of Pokémon huddled around them, purring soft, mourning tones. After a few hours of crying and hopelessly praying for the best, finally, the blazing Pokémon breathed his last breath.

   The young man cringed slightly, still keeping his composure. His eyes shut, still moving forward. Finally, after what it seems like decades to him, he had finally arrived. He stopped in front of a huge door. He felt a slight breeze. The boy didn't need to open his eyes to see who it was. Two shadow men – both cloaked in black and white hair – opened the door with ease.

   As the door opened, all eyes were on him.

   He could care less. He wasn't about to take any notice. The boy walked calmly, still followed by his escorts. Lights suddenly flashed upon him. The young man did not give a single flinch. His face. His body. His eyes. Him.

   He was like a shadow: Moving silently in the eyes of many.

   Finally, his feet reached a single stair. He took one step up then turned around, facing the quiet crowd. A man – older than him and looked rather vicious – stood beside the throne. His face showed nothing but power and pride. His bloody red eye was glowing in malice. In his hands was a golden headpiece; far too beautiful for words. His lips extended, showing a frightful smile.

   "From this day! This glorious night!" The fearful sage finally spoke. "Our life will be changed forever! For our world will soon be changed and led on by our chosen king!" He took one step forward. With one sharp breath, the sage placed the crown on the teenager's head. The boy's eyes were still closed, head slightly down to the ground.

   After crowning the green-haired boy, the sage took another few steps backwards. "From this day on, let our world be changed into a better future. May the light of our king guide us to a brighter life!" He spread his arms wide, eyes fired with determination and over joy.   

   "All hail King N!" The manic sage screamed inside the throne room, his voice echoing and booming in the boy's ears.

   "ALL HAIL KING N!" The crowd cheered and applauded, fisting their hands up in the air. The room boomed with thousand of noises, most them filled with cheers and loyal promises.

   N finally opened his eyes, staring intently out front. His face showed no emotion as the others – grunts and seven sages alike – bowed in front of their new king. All of them on one knee. Only the two goddesses bowed their torso slightly while the scary-looking sage nodded his head once.

   "ALL HAIL KING N!" The room voiced in unison, marking the start of their new promising duties.

   As N alone was standing – his head glued to one single thought.

   Liberate the Pokémon.

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   White yawned lazily on her bed. She rubbed her eye, mouth grumbling at the sunlight blinding her. The brunette glanced at her clock. Suddenly, her mind snapped like a bullet. She moved her head to the calendar. A wide, white smile slowly flashing on her lips as she saw the date.

   Today's the day.