LOG 1: The Advent of New Beginnings

Let the trumpets roar for the final time and let the sonnets be heard. In the castle of an unknown, walked a man cloaked in lucre. On his left, he upholds his kingdom, on his right, he upholds the welfare of the world. His cape is of the finest fabric across the land. No satin nor wool can compare to it.

Amidst a thousand, he walks the aisle as seven men held his cape. "Like the moon, you are unchangeable, ever waxing, ever waning!" the seven men who bore wisdom of the greatest, now fall under the supreme regime of a kingdom that never sleeps. In front of the man who was walking was another. He also has a green hair as he gazed gloriously to the man coming to the throne.

"I bring my bare back to your heroic. Fate is against me in health and virtue, driven on and weighted down, always enslaved. So at this hour without delay, pluck the vibrating strings; since fate strikes down the strong man, everyone weep with me!" the people chanted for their new king, a man whose past shall never be forgotten.

Natural Harmonia Gropius, that is his name. As he walked, he looked upon the people. His foster sisters were there, his foster father, the pope of the kingdom, was also there, waiting for his arrival in a smile. Ghetsis Harmonia Gropius, a pope who sought to claim the region as his own.

"Stay here..." as the new king walked, a memory appeared. On his mind, he could imagine a forest in the middle of a night, struck by rain and thunder as he is held in the arms of a woman he is unfamiliar with. Strapped with clothes that were ripped off, he remembered abandonment.

"I will return for you but not now. The dao, they're too powerful to be kept alive. You have my word and soon, like a family, we will live together once more." she heard the voice of a woman who placed him down under a bush. A poor baby, abandoned by a mother, leaving high hopes that she'll return. Sometimes the sincere has something evil dwelling in it as well.

The new king, terrible fate he bore as for years to come, his mother never returned. Living with Pokemon, that was his only friends who cared and loved for him. Hatred for humanity grew as he believed they are species not worthy of being with Pokemon because of the cruelty and insolence they bore. That is what his past has told him.

It was only under the supervision of Pokemon was he able to strive and live on. Then came another voice, "Come with me." he remembered the silhouette of a father who adopted him in the forest alongside his other two young sisters.

"Be with me, and I will crown you king. Soon enough, when you are in the right age, people will regret the decision to abandon you and you will grow with Plasma as your blood. I will make you mine for the people of this world don't deserve you except for me. I am Ghetsis, and I appoint you as N." he remembered the pope who saved his life and if it wasn't for him, Natural would be a goner.

In the throne is where he sat, glancing at the people of his kingdom as Ghetsis came closer, slowly putting the crown on his head. Thereafter, the people bowed down for it was finally done. A coronation for a new king, an advent to new beginnings.

Team Plasma, that is their federation. A secret there is, behind Ghetsis's schemes. In his grasps, holds a puzzle, as N sought to be the hero if his story, while I remain as the villain of mine. Black and white, that is to come, a war between the dragon three.