The boy did it. He awakened Reshiram.... he walks forward slowly, for once not saying anything. The pokemon moves it's great great head to get a better look at N, snorting steam from it's nostrils. There was an intense silence, but it's clear the two of them are communicating... telepathically? Long moments pass before it's head is lowered further and N's palm rests on it perfectly. Like it was almost meant to be. Ghetsis really had molded him into the perfect hero....
It was said that the Dragons would test the strength, the will of their Hero in combat. It had been a concern, but Ghetsis ignored it, knowing better inside himself.
The Truth he had given N was a peaceful one. His refusal to fight it, his desire for companionship, ‘partnership,’ for being chosen not to mean being used but walking hand in hand…that would prove his Truth.
To Ghetsis, Pokémon could not speak. They could not communicate in a way humans could relate to or understand, but he made an exception in some cases, the ‘Tao Trio’ being among them. As Dragons based on human concepts of Truth and Ideals, they were, though revered as gods, clearly meant to be under the command of humans, and perhaps could hope to understand them better than most other Pokémon.
So he had to resist the urge to clack his cane against the ground to discourage N’s ‘nonsense,’ speaking to Pokémon and so on…no, this communication was important. He needed to ‘speak’ to Reshiram, show it the Truth he’d been taught and that he believed in–because he had nothing else, because he knew nothing else, because it was all he’d ever had to believe and consider. It was a sort of ‘false truth,’ but it still worked for Reshiram. Truthfully, Ghetsis found it pathetic.
He watched in silence as his son communed with the one he’d raised him to be with–an odd sort of arranged marriage, he’d gone out of his way to raise the perfect Hero for the Dragon of Truth.
And he smiled as Reshiram lowered its head, allowed itself to be pet. Submit. Came under N’s control.
And what was N’s was Ghetsis’s to command.
But for now, congratulations were in order. Quietly, he approached the boy and the Dragon, admiring the beautiful, flaming creature and feeling drawn to it–to N, even more suddenly, feeling a sort of satisfaction, wholeness come over him the closer he got. He assumed it was some manner of power being granted to him by Reshiram, though he didn’t want to think he was so affected by a Pokémon, still none the wiser to his own connection. His arm ached–this was the beast that robbed him of it, because it wouldn’t choose him–but he held down the anger, the envy, and simply stood behind his son in quiet reverence.
“Congratulations, Lord N.” He breathed. “My Hero King. My son.”
N didn’t like being touched. This he knew. Though he wanted to hold him close, pet him, kiss his head, feel this living success that he made against his chest, he didn’t, merely resting a hand lightly on his shoulder and offering him a warm smile with proud eye and no pressure for him to stay under the contact.
“Lord N, you’ve done it.” He’d done it. He’d raised this boy, created this life and molded this mind–this was his success, and Natural Harmonia Gropius was simply the tool he’d used to achieve that success. “Haven’t you? Reshiram has acknowledged you. As the Hero of Truth. Just as I said it would–just as I said you were, as you always had been.
“Thank you, Natural. I cannot begin to express my pride in you–nothing I say could ever be enough.” Things were in motion. Years and years and years of raising this little inhuman monster were paying off right now. Years of work, of planning, of hiding his own truth. “And know that the world will thank you in time–even if it cries today as a bond it’s known for its life will be severed, the people, the Pokémon will see our Truth. And they’ll be free. They’ll come to know you as their savior, if they don’t look to you as such already.
“Today is the first day of a liberated Unova.” Today was the first day of Ghetsis’s rule of Unova. “From here on, you’ll spread the truth to the world. Unova will listen. The world will listen. And the world will be peaceful–distinct–perfect.” Today was the day Ghetsis took his rightful place as God-King of this world, the day Reshiram’s ‘holy’ fire would burn any in his opposition to ashes, and burn their ashes for good measure.
“We’re not done, Lord N–this is only the prelude, the beginning. We’ve made progress, but now we truly start. Unova must know of your Return, Hero of Truth. This is where this story truly starts.” A small squeeze before pulling his hand away. He’d already taught him the plan. “Lead the way, My Lord. I’ll be right behind you, as I have been your servant and remain that so long as you’ll have me. And I’ll be here as your Father, no matter what.”
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