.chromatology Chapter 3
After parting ways with White at Castelia, I could not shake her response to my question even weeks later. It was not normally in my nature to doubt myself, but when I thought of what White had said to me, I could feel my resolve faltering. She had added a new factor to my intricate formula and I was no longer sure of the solution. Was truth really subjective? How could so many truths exist? The feeling of hesitance was new to me.
I lifted my head to see Anthea and Concordia, whom I cared for deeply as sisters, though we were of no blood relation. They were standing at the door to my study wearing concerned glances. "Ah, yes, is there something you need?"
Anthea smiled warmly. "No, My Lord. But maybe there is something you need? We've noticed you haven't been acting yourself lately. Please tell us what is troubling you, dear N."
I closed my eyes and sighed. "I don't feel like myself as of late," I told them. "I find myself contemplating whether or not what I am doing is reall
.chromatology Chapter 1
"Liberation is here! The savior of Pokémon is among us! Lord N!"
Variations of these cries echoed from the high ceiling and porcelain floor of the throne room as my father lowered the crown of Team Plasma to my head. This was the day of my coronation and, more importantly, prologue to the achievement of the ideal world that both Ghetsis and I envisioned.
I rose to my full height and turned slowly, the epitome of solemnity, to face my onlookers. The shining realization that these people were now counting on me to succeed filled me with an overwhelming sense of purpose. This was why I existed to make black and white clearly distinct, thus allowing Pokémon to become perfect beings. My fists tightened at my side as I recalled my years spent in that room; the many Pokémon that had been my only constant companionship. Their hearts had been so tightly closed when they were brought to me. I couldn't imagine how many more like them there were in the world. I was doing this for the