Epilogue:

The days have passed in a blur. I'm back home now with mom and dad and Black. I cried when I came back to Nuvema town for the first time and I broke down sobbing when I met my parents. My mom had just held me in her arms and said nothing while Black explained everything that had happened to us. Dad just looked shocked and Mom looked like she was angry that all this had happened to us.

The United Regions and the other champions had come and helped us take down all the remaining fractions of Team Plasma that still infested our streets. It wasn't very hard, without Ghetsis they had no leadership and without N they had no real means of defense against international League members and Champions. The League members were all reinstated and they started to get things back to normal. The day we had defeated Team Plasma was announced to be a Regional holiday and we had all received medals of honor.

Unfortunately, the six Sages had disappeared along with the Shadow Triad. That's what scared me the most… that they would come here in the middle of the night at some point and slash all our throats, but nothing had happened. The only good thing was that Ghetsis was arrested along with several of his admins including the gingers who I had learned were named Alex and Jenna along with the two Whisperers named Peter and Jackson.

And N… well no one had heard anything about N. Several police officers, including Detective Looker had swung by asking me a lot of questions and even some highly personal ones, but I wasn't able to give them any leads. I was sad and happy about that at the same time. N… I missed him so much, but I also didn't want him to have to go to jail. The League had told me that they were trying to find N for his own protection, but at the same time I just wished N could finally be free of everyone. I sometimes imagined he would come on his Zekrom and take me away with him, but I hadn't heard anything from him.

With N gone and the battle won, Reshiram and Zekrom had both returned to their stone forms and were taken by the Pokemon League. Anthea had told me that both Reshiram and Zekrom had said that they hoped N would return. She said that Zekrom had especially been worried because Anthea and Concordia weren't with him and that apparently a "king of the ancient lineage should not be away from the protection of his bonded ones." That made sense to me now because Concordia had explained where she, Anthea, and N had all originally come from. It seemed like a myth… and it honestly kind of is.

Cheren had come out of all this the least affected. He hadn't known N and he never had liked Team Plasma or really known about what was happening until he joined us in Opelucid city. Bianca was devastated by N leaving and would sometimes try and think up of crazy ways to contact him. When she handed me my pokejournal, she also handed me the pokejournal she had made for N. They were both full of pictures of us travelling through Unova together. "Remember that time we thought super evil Team Plasma members were drug dealers?" or fun pictures of us when we were travelling down routes. N talking to Bianca's Pokemon. I blushed when I saw the picture of me and N snuggled up together on the bus to Nimbasa City. Pictures of us wandering through Chargestone Cave and the caption "it's all fun until your friend's ninja bodyguards come and threaten to kill you." I'm shocked when I find that she actually took a picture of the final battle between us and Team Plasma. "You took a picture!"

"It's an important historical document!"

Then there's one last picture of me and N together with the caption "When you convinced the King of Unova that friendship is magic and that you have to believe in the power of love." I actually laugh at this and say, "because that's how you solve all the world's problems."

"Yeah in N's caption I said 'The world or Ivory, the world or Ivory? Definitely Ivory,' with the words 'good choice' written below it. I hope he likes it."

I hesitate before saying quietly, "do you really think we'll ever see him again?"

Bianca leaned on my shoulder and said, "I have to believe that I will. Maybe with more time… I can admit that N's gone for good, but for now I kind of think I will."

"How can you be so hopeful," I ask.

"Um… because he has a huge bounty on his head by the League for taking him in alive and they've assigned some seriously awesome Pokemon Masters to go look for him. I kind of think they'll capture him and then we can visit him! It'll be in prison, but still."

"Well, when you put it that way, I guess I'll probably see him too."

"Sages what will we do now that Ghetsis is imprisoned and N has fled?"

"We've always been prepared for failure. The League still has no idea about the Plasma Frigate, Kyurem, or our secret research facilities. Ghetsis will soon be free and we will use the power of the Legendaries to conquer Unova, but this time we will instill fear instead of hope in these people."

"But sir! When the Plasma mansion was attacked, the League tore it apart including our old lab where they found the DNA splicers! The Shadow Triad say that they've been entrusted to Gym Leader Drayden… he's the strongest of all the Gym Leaders! And what about… N. He's the only one with the power to actually control the Legendaries."

"I didn't say that this would be easy, I just said we would be able to reclaim Unova for ourselves. Team Plasma's name has been tarnished thanks to N's betrayal and the League's scathing reports, which only makes it harder to gather followers and gain support. We will have to be aggressive this time in our approach and attack without mercy or sympathy for the citizens. In regard to the DNA splicers, we'll just have to find a way to distract Drayden and draw him away from wherever he's guarding them. As for N, we have already set a plan into motion to draw him out, and when he does, he'll be ours once again. We'll have to call in several of our admins that didn't work in the public light for Team Plasma, but that shouldn't be a problem for them."

"Yes Sages, but I worry N's betrayal has run deep within Team Plasma. We've lost almost all our Whisperers because of it and many formerly loyal Team Plasma members have started deserting and telling the League some of our secrets."

"Then I guess we should teach them a little lesson, shouldn't we?"

"Give me one good reason I should help you, N Harmonia," the man sneered at the green haired boy.

"I assume that you would want to be paid handsomely for providing me this service," N said softly as he brought out an arrangement of evolutionary stones and even an amulet coin. "These stones will make you very rich and this amulet coin will make it so that with every sell you make, you'll get even more money than you normally would."

"Nice… but kid you've got to know how much you are worth. The League's reward for your capture is through the roof and even the reward for information that leads to your capture is high. In the black market, you're easily worth even more. A kid that can summon Legendaries and control them is not something that people just walk away from. Every crime syndicate will be looking for you and I doubt I need to tell you that Team Rocket would love to get their hands on you and use you. Not only would you be an extremely valuable asset, you'll be an example for all other organizations of what happens when you interfere with Team Rocket's business. You're surrounded by enemies, kid. Do yourself a favor and turn yourself over to the League."

"I won't be anyone's puppet! That's why I came to you to provide me with a change of identity so that no one will know who I am. I thought you could maybe fake my death or something and then give me a new name that I could live under."

"As an ex-Team Rocket member, I know what I'm talking about when it comes to the criminal underworld, and I can tell you that none of them will believe it unless they see your cold lifeless body in front of them. The League probably won't believe it either."

"There must be something you can do," N said softly, "name your price."

The man sighed and said, "no… look I think you should turn yourself into the League."

N glowered and said, "why? To be a puppet in security and nice clothes-I've already had that."

"Hear me out. Yes, you're right in assuming that the League won't just toss you in jail and give you a chance to get out early on good behavior and good lawyers. Whisperers aren't usually kept in jail because their talents are so valuable that the League typically makes them wear tracking bracelets and keeps them in highly secure facilities where they can be monitored."

"I'd be given one as well, without the chance of ever having it removed," N said quietly.

"…yes. You'd probably always be highly monitored by the League and you'd most likely be sent to a lab where they'd study you. I know it sounds awful, but it's better than what the crime organizations would do to you to make you do what they wanted. But here's where the League isn't so bad. They'd let you have a life. To a certain degree. You'd probably always have friends who secretly worked for the League, but you could meet a nice girl and have a family. You wouldn't have to constantly watch your back because the League would do that for you. It's really the best deal for you and your only chance at a relatively normal life. Well as normal as it could ever get for a person like you."

N hesitated as he thought about Ivory. 'It really wouldn't be that bad… I could live in Nuvema town by the lab. The League wouldn't even have to send in spies to monitor me because Black was planning on joining the League by becoming a Pokemon Master and Bianca was going to study to become a Professor. We could be friends again.' It was so tempting that N felt as if he wanted to agree and turn out the doors now and run to the nearest Gym '…but I would never be free.' N still disagreed with much of what the League represented and stood for. By being taken into their custody, N would lose his freedom to say whatever he wished, to speak against the League, and of course, any attempts to change it would not be tolerated by the League. He would also never be treated as a normal person. Even Ivory sometimes found it difficult to be a Pokemon Whisperer. The League would allow him to return, but only as a chained and muzzled citizen that did what they wanted him to.

Then… there was Ivory herself. N loved her and would give anything to be with her for the rest of his life, but he was fully aware of how society viewed him. The League and even other criminal organizations saw him as a puppet, but the other citizens saw him as the boy who tried to take over Unova by force. They saw him as a threat and most citizens hated him. If he married Ivory, then her name would be tarnished along with his. Then there was the matter of children… he had decided that he never wanted to have children. He didn't want any child of his being born with the gifts that he had. He didn't even really want to adopt… he worried that he might end up being just like his own father with his children. How could he ask Ivory to make that sort of sacrifice? She might not care now since they were both young, but what about in ten years? Would she feel the same? She deserved so much more than him. Him leaving would allow her to move on with her life and find a man that would keep her safe and not be the one bringing the danger.

"No," N said firmly. "I've made up my mind."

The man actually looked a little sad before sliding him an envelope. "There's another boy who wishes to disappear. He's about your height and build and only slightly older than you. He said he was willing to have someone take his place so that he could disappear. He does have two parents, but he's old enough to be on his own so you can just live in a different Region and everything should be fine."

"Thank you so much," N said gratefully as he pulled out the other boy's passport and identification.

"You're going to have to get all that crazy green hair chopped off and get a wig to match this kid's hair, but that shouldn't be too bad. You're lucky I like you kid."

"I know," N said with a smile, "I always liked you. You were the best of the informants that Plasma talked to when trying to find Rocket operations. All your Pokemon actually knew who you are rather than just thinking you were the best trainer ever."

The man smiled and said, "Alright, now get out of here before someone sees you. You stand out like a sore thumb with that hair."

N smiled and turned to leave before saying thank you once more. He looked down at the identification card. 'Nate Anderson' it said, and it showed a picture of a boy with crazy brown hair wearing a visor. 'I guess it's time to start my new life as Nate.'

A/N: So, I decided that I want to make a sequel. I had so much fun writing this story that I decided to keep going with it and see where it takes me. I hope anyone reading this enjoyed the story. A special thanks to everyone who reviewed especially SnowCatt.

Thanks to all my readers!

Imaginair