So,who are you,again? (PAFP,N needed.)

N scratched his ear absently. Team Plasma had began spreading the word about The Passing of Hands. It was a rather old ceremony. Tradition dictated that every dozen years or so, or if someone died, The stones of the Dragons were to be handed down to a new Hero. The current Hero would bring the stone to Dragonspiral tower, and anyone who thought they might have a chance would come and simply hold the stone. The Hero who wasn't retiring would see which candidate their dragon reacted to, and that was that. Simple. So N, as he was the Hero of Truth, was waiting at the top floor of the tower, the room scorched black by the dragons' entrances, for the people to roll in. He was watching the the black haired Hero who was handing down his stone today. He rather liked the slightly younger man, but tough, that was life.

Zekrom had been in the form of the Dark stone, but she may have mistaken Reshiram's name.
N looked at her vaguely. He took a moment to mentally rewind and remember her name. "Ah, yeah, I suppose so. Are you here to try and become the Hero?" He held back a snicker. That didn't sound very likely to him, but Zekrom was moody. You never knew what kind of Hero she was looking for.

"No, I wouldn't. But I would care about your Ideals if you were. I'm afraid I already took the spot Hero of Truth." N sighed, slumping unto one fist. "But if you're trying out, then you'd best get in line." There were plenty of trainers climbing up for a chance.

It's Zekrom/Ideals whose being handed down.

All she has to do is wait her turn to pick up the Stone, hold it for a few seconds, and if Reshiram feels the Dark stone react, she's the Hero. Then, she has to capture Zekrom, but be warned that N will stop her if she tries to use a Masterball.

No problem.

The black-haired man clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Hello, everyone," he called.
N lounged in his seat in various poses of boredom.
"My name is Hydrus, and until Zekrom chooses one of you, I am the Hero of Ideals." The Hero proceeded to explain what yours truly has just explained to you. "One at a time, kids, and play nice."

The line was winding down with a lot of sobs and yells as Reshiram remained impassive. It was Dusk's turn soon enough.
Before she put her hands on the stone, Reshiram nudged N, like, "Hey, isn't that that one chick-"
N pushed his head fondly away, "Yeah, yeah."

N's eyes widened. "Reshiram says Zekrom is screaming as loud as she can. Dusk, take your hands off the stone, you're hurting her."
Reshiram's gums lifted as he growled in empathetic pain. The connection was strong enough to burn Zekrom, and Reshiram through their mind link.

"Oy!" Hydrus took off after Dusk, his teal and orange scarf flapping. "Zekrom chose you. You can't back down now,. or the region will be without one of it's Heroes for the next twelve years. By which time it will have gone down in flames."
N waved his arms and shouted above the panic. "Everyone, get out of the room!" he commanded strictly. The people fell silent and did exactly as he asked.

"Zekrom needs to get out of there right now," Hydrus said, picking up the Dark stone and putting it in Dusk's hands. "Your training will have to be on the job. Now, this may burn for a few moments, but don't let go."
Reshiram bent his nose down to touch his counterpart's stone. Everything went up in blue light. A strong wind rippled out from the contact, even blowing back Hydrus's hair to reveal his heterochromia.
Huh. Red. Just like Daddy, N thought, finding it strange, but not having too long to dwell on it as the Dark stone exploded.
Within a glowing corona of electricity, Zekrom uncurled from where she'd been trapped all morning. She flared her sharp-cut wings, and glared down at Dusk with impressive red eyes.

"I like her," Zekrom said offhandedly to Reshiram. Then she blasted back N and his dragon with a wall of force to clear room, although she couldn't make Hydrus leave.
The muscular Ideals dragon cocked her head and bared sharp white teeth in a way that said, "Bring it on."