To be King

Entry one

Hello, my name is Natural Harmonia Gropius. I am eleven years old, and I live in a big castle with many people and Pokémon.

My sisters say that now that I can write well, I should write in this journal. They say this will help me get better. They think it would be good for me to have a safe place for my feelings.

Father thinks it is a waste of time, but he never really liked feelings. Mother Darmanitan says feelings are healthy. Sometimes I do not know who to believe.

My twelfth birthday is tomorrow. I am very excited. Father promised I would get to start my training once I turn twelve. I cannot wait to begin my training to become king of Team Plasma.

Entry two

My sisters Anthea and Concordia made me my favorite tea for my birthday! They are always so nice!

Entry three

Zorua is always making mischief and getting me into trouble. There was one day where Zorua went to my lessons instead of me. He had convinced me it would be a good idea.

It was not a good idea.

Father was so furious.

He threatened to get rid of Zorua and the rest of my friends if Zorua did not stop making trouble.

By the end of the week, my friends were not allowed inside the castle unless they were in my room.

Entry four

Father made soup for dinner today. I was very excited, but Zorua got it in my hair on accident.

It was kind of funny, but Father was furious. He made me shower immediately, and when I got back dinner was cold.

That made me sad.

Entry five

My first month of training has finally concluded. Father made me write these things every day:

To be king I must be a leader.

To be king I must believe in my cause.

To be king I must not get distracted.

He and the other sages have been teaching me a variety of things;

How to walk,

How to talk,

How to act.

I do not really mind, though. I will do anything to protect my Pokémon friends from hurting. Learning how to be a king will help me achieve that. Father promised it would, after all.

I must be king to protect my friends.

Entry six

They also continue to teach me language, math, and other things, but I find those really boring.

Entry seven

Father caught me drawing in my journal during my lesson today. He simply shook his head and told me I was not ready to help my friends.

He was so disappointed.

I cried and begged for hours, and I finally convinced him I was ready, and that I would never do it again. I convinced him I was willing to help my friends- whatever it takes.

He smiled at me. He said he was proud of me.

Entry eight

Father is quite pleased with my progress.