This is it. This is the day he can finally start making all his dreams come true. He’s waited a long time for this day.
“Remember. I will go in first, then you will follow,” his father figure says, resting a hand on his shoulder.
He nods. “I remember.”
“Good.” He smiles, patting his shoulder. “I’m counting on you.”
He turns and exits.
The dreamer looks at himself in the mirror before him, taking a moment for himself. This is the day he finally starts changing things. This is it.
He sees someone come in behind him. He knows exactly who she is - Anthea. He turns.
“It’s time. Are you ready?” she asks softly.
He’s quiet for a moment, then nods.
She gestures for him to exit, and he does. Another woman - Concordia - awaits him, and he pauses. She and Anthea lead the way to two double doors that lead to a room where his supporters await him. He can hear the voice of the man who raised him through the doors.
“Loyal members of our noble cause, today we gather for the coronation of our new king! The long-awaited hero that will help us to free Pokemon from the tyranny of people! Our lord, and Unovian Pokemon’s savior, N!”
The doors open, and the other six of the seven sages take up the train of his robe as N walks through the aisle created by the members of the team he will soon be crowned king of, as he walks toward his upbringer, Ghetsis.
There’s awed, almost reverent silence. He closes his eyes for a moment, thinking of the Pokemon he’s befriended, grown up with. The abuse they’ve been through. The things their trainers forced them to do.
This is his chance to save any other Pokemon from that fate. This is his chance to change the world.
He reaches Ghetsis and kneels on one knee, head bowed as Ghetsis places the crown he holds onto his head. Only then does he open his eyes and stand as the head of the seven sages shouts, “Long live King N!”
The members of Team Plasma take up his cry, chanting it as N turns to face them, raising a hand.
This is his chance to change the world forever.