Well, this is officially the last chapter to Tafe. I guess this is the end... ha, no. I'm just kidding, I have two more sequels planned. The next one will be even better than this one, as the first few chapters will be better. The first couple of chapters were absolutely terrible... I don't know if I should admit that.
Me: Also, a new thing to the next book, I'll be doing this! Where i have pointless conversations with my characters.
Ethan: Did you just call us pointless?
Me: No, I'd never do that... I was, uh, calling this conversation pointless.
Lucas: Yeah right.
Me: Guys come on, you have to give me some credit, right?
Ethan: sure, whatever you say.
Me: I hope you enjoy this chapter, as I convince these two how awesome the sequel's going to be.
Ethan: But this one is so short.
Me: What do you expect from the end chapter? A long epic ending?
Lucas: Kind of, yeah.
Me: Oh, well cry me a river.
The next morning was interesting to say the least.
First off, when the sun rose I got up and tried to get the military to leave. But to no avail. A few hours later another helicopter showed up, which put everyone in a bad mood. But then we realized that it was the Inter-Pol; and Looker was with them.
Looker walked up to Ethan, who was standing near the helicopter when it landed. I was standing next to Jack and his squad while we watched them exchange a few words.
Looker started walking in the direction of the Military camp and Ethan walked over to us with a grin on his face.
"It seems the Inter-Pol has come to save us," Ethan said. "They're going to kick out all military personnel."
"Really?" I asked. "That's awesome! Now I don't have to go through the trouble of breaking legs!"
Ethan gave me a blank stare. "Don't ever say that again."
Jack cleared his throat. "And how exactly do the 'military personnel' feel about that? I can't imagine they're too pleased..."
Ethan shrugged. "I have no idea, but we can go and see right now if you want to."
"It would help put my mind at ease, at least," Jack replied. "That Blackwell guy doesn't seem like the type to forgive and forget."
"Okay then," Ethan said, "Let's head over."
We walked over to where the military camp was now taking down tents and packing up gear. Looker was talking to Blackwell and another soldier.
"What do you mean we have to leave?" Blackwell shouted as we arrived, "We're on special government business here!"
Looker sighed. "It's not me, I'm just the messenger. If you want to argue with someone, talk to my boss."
"Until I speak with someone higher on this matter we are not leaving!" Blackwell shouted again.
Ethan stepped up next to Looker, "You were saying?" He asked.
"Does the Champion really have that much pushing power in the government?" Jack asked me quietly.
"Almost all Champions have a lot of power in the government," I whispered back. "Take Cynthia for example, she is a very prominent political figure in the Sinnoh government. But there are some regions where the Champion generally doesn't care. I mean, look at Kanto; do you ever hear anything new about Red?"
Jack shook his head. "I've never heard of him at all, actually."
"Oh," I said, "Well he tends to hang out on some mountain and hardly ever interacts with the public."
"I see," Jack replied with a nod, turning his attention back to the scene unfolding in front of us.
"Okay," Ethan said, "I'm pretty sure you'll be talking to someone higher up, that's for sure; but right now, you need to follow the order that's given."
Blackwell through his hands up in the air. "The fact that they even let children intervene with the government is ridiculous."
Ethan rolled his eyes. "Stop trying to change the subject and leave. NOW!"
Blackwell dropped his hands to his sides and turned around without a word. He stepped over to one of the Hummers, opened the door, plopped himself down, and slammed the door behind him.
Looker sighed. "I have to deal with idiots like this on a daily basis."
Ethan turned around, "Well that's settled, we will watch them leave and then we need to head back to Lumiose and get some more stuff figured out." He looked at Jack. "And I think now would be a good time for you to head back to Sinnoh before you're sucked into something else."
Jack nodded. "You're probably right. Splay's gone, the world as we know it is safe once again, and this place isn't going to turn into a hunting grounds for Lucarios; you guys should be able to handle things from here, right?"
"Are you doubting us?" Ethan asked.
"No, of course not," Jack said sarcastically. "I'd never dare express skepticism of your abilities."
Ethan grinned. "Good, because that would be ridiculous. Anyway, I'm going to ask Looker if we can get a ride back with him since he's staying to see these guys out as well. So we should be leaving right after them. Then me and Lucas might be coming back to see how things are going."
"Alright then," Jack said. "I'll round up my team, make one last sweep of the city to make sure the soldiers are actually clearing out completely, and then we'll be heading for the nearest port. It's been a pleasure saving the world with you," he said, holding out his hand to Ethan. "I hope we meet again some day, under slightly less stressful circumstances."
Ethan shook his hand. "If you ever end up becoming the champion of Sinnoh I'm pretty sure we'll meet again."
"And maybe," I said, "If the world ever needs saving again, you can call us or something."
Jack chuckled. "Okay, just promise me one thing."
"What?" I asked.
Jack suddenly became very serious. "Don't ever let power go to your head. Okay?"
I frowned. "Unless I want another broken arm, I don't think you'll have to worry."
Jack nodded, and his grin returned. "Okay, that's a weight off my mind. I really didn't want to have to fight you some day."
"Is that a challenge?" I asked.
Jack blinked. "Uh… no. I like the fabric of reality the way it is, thank you very much."
"Okay then," I said. "Do you want a ride to Coumarine? Or do you think you can get yourself there fine?"
Jack shot a smug smirk at me. "Have you forgotten who you're talking to? The guy who teleports. I'm good for transportation."
I nodded.
"So you don't want to ride in the helicopter?" Ethan asked. "It's pretty great on your first try. Unless you get motion sick, then it kind of sucks."
"I feel it only fair to warn you," Jack said. "If I ride in the helicopter, I will end up driving the helicopter. What you have to ask yourself, is if you really want me driving a helicopter with you in it."
Ethan thought for a moment. "You make a good point. I guess we'll be seeing you then."
"Hopefully," Jack said. "It's been fun hanging out with you guys; except for the part where we almost died of course, but oh well. If I'm ever in the neighborhood, I'll look you up and drop by to say hi; sound good?"
"Of course," Ethan said, "You'll find us in Shalour… maybe."
"I look forward to it," Jack said with a grin. "And on that note, live long and prosper."
With that, Jack disappeared with a rush of displaced air; leaving Ethan and I to prepare for our own departure. After that, it took the Military around an hour to get all packed up and ready to go, giving us plenty of time to find Quarrel and tell him we're leaving.
Then I remembered something. "Should we go looking for Roy?" I asked Ethan.
He shook his head. "He'll be fine, we'll see him again."
I nodded sadly.
The military finally left, then we followed after them in the helicopter about fifteen minutes after.
When we arrived back in Lumiose and no one was waiting for us; it seems that the government had kept our return quiet.
They got us into a small black car that wouldn't draw any attention to us and they drove us to Shalour where the dropped us off in front of the Gym. Ethan, Quarrel, and I stood there for second staring at the building.
"It feels like it's been forever," Ethan said.
"Yeah," I agreed. "It has. I guess so much happened is such little time that it just flew by."
"What is this place?" Quarrel asked.
"It's a Pokemon gym," Ethan said, "Where Trainers come to test their skills and see if they're ready to take on the elite four." He paused. "Apparently I can still understand the whole Pokéspeak thing."
"Well Acero never removed it, it's practically embedded in your aura at this point." I said. "Although I don't even know everything about aura; yet."
We walked up to the door and found that it was locked.
Ethan shrugged. "Maybe she closed up early, or she hasn't even reopened yet."
We walked back to Korrina's house, which still happened to be intact; unlike our house which got burned down.
When we arrived Korrina and Keira were extremely relieved to see we had made it back alive. After some small talk Ethan explained that they will probably be heading back soon to check up on things.
Keira understood and said she was just happy we were safe.
The next day was hectic. We were suddenly getting all sorts of letters from the government about a range of different matters, like "what happened to Splay?", and "how are we going to form a new Elite Four?".
Ethan read each and everyone, and decided which ones were important.
"How do you think we should make a new Elite Four?" Ethan asked me after the sun had gone down and we were planning for the next few days to help get things reorganized.
"We?" I asked, "This is all on you. You're the Champion after all."
He nodded, "But you're the only one that's done any of the work."
"Yeah, so why should I be the one figuring this out?" I asked,
"You have a point. Maybe we can hold a conference of sorts. A tournament to see what trainers in Kalos have what it takes. And then we can train them or something." Ethan suggested.
"Sounds like a plan." I said standing up, "We should head to bed now, it's kind of late."
Ethan nodded, "Good idea,"
That night I laid awake for a while thinking about what a stressful life this was going to be from now on.
2 WEEKS LATER
Having been back home for two weeks, life started to get some what normal. Ethan still had around 15 cameras in his face whenever he went in public. But he had made his announcement for the tournament he was hosting for who would become the next Elite Four.
When word got out, people start flocking from all corners of Kalos. Hundreds of people entered, giving Ethan and I a headache on how long this would take. And even now, we were still trying to find a good place to actually have the battles.
One day, while we were looking at a map on Ethan's computer looking for a place that had an stadium we could use, when Ethan's mom walked in with the mail and handed Ethan a single letter.
It had been a few days since he had gotten any mail and having just one was odd.
He looked at the return address; World Wide Trainer Society or the WWTS. They were a fairly new organization that started out of a trainer academy. They kept trying to hold world tournaments every year, so far they've only had two, and neither of them have had very good turnouts.
Ethan ripped open the letter and read the contents.
"They've invited me to join their next tournament." He looked at me, "Should we go? I mean, it's in like a year, we'd have plenty of time to prepare."
I shrugged. "Why not. Does it say anything about a certain team size?"
Ethan looked over the letter again. "Nope, I just have to have a Pokemon at all."
"So you can take me and Quarrel and we'd be good, right?" I asked.
"I assume so. So it's a plan, we'll train for a year, then we'll attend this tournament."
"Great," I said.
After that we went back to looking at the map.
I hope you somewhat enjoyed that. This is more of a way to kind of lead into the next book. Which the name will be announced when it comes out. So if you like this one, and you really want to read the next one, because it will be freaking awesome, then you should follow my profile.
Ethan: This is, of course, a way for him to get more followers!
Me: Shut up.
Lucas: But isn't that what it is?
Me: ... kind of.
Lucas: So I was right?
Me...
Ethan: It's okay, I understand.
Me: really?
Ethan: No.
Me: anyway, This being the last Chapter of TAFE i guess i should say something. This story is about a year and a half old, and I never really noticed. I would like the thank anyone who read this and supported it. Especially Jack Storm 448. I probably give him too much credit but I think he deserves it. He was extremely helpful in making this story better. otherwise, it might have been different; and not in the good way.
See you next time I guess.