Ch.128: New Beginnings, New Adventures! The Light of Chaos Shines Anew!

Ten Years Later…

Spring break rolled around through Quartz Plain Village, marking the occasion where kids got out of school to spend their week off from the toils of public education and enjoy their well-earned relaxation. While college classes still went on at Quartz Plain University, public schools burst open with a flood of students racing out, some riding broomsticks and manifesting magical wings to take them above the flood.

The children gathered around Lenny's bar, where the Emboar owner prepared a sale on smoothies for the occasion. Others hopped and skipped through the streets, loudly discussing among their friends their activities for the break. Some planned on playing the new games they got for their crystal consoles, like the hit party game Mercutio Party 2 or Howl of Warfare.

Though, for many others, this was the time to get away from the sleepy little village of Quartz Plain and take to new places.

Vivian and Garret Ravenfield, who had both moved to a smaller home in the village, walked outside carrying luggage. Garret sported a straw hat, sunglasses, casual shorts, and a green Alolan floral shirt. Vivian wore a blue Alolan floral dress.

As the Sylveon set her bags aside, she paused to fuss with the top of her head. "Ugh…"

Garret smiled. "Come on, Vivian, you look fine."

"The pink in my fur is getting duller. I think I plucked out a gray hair this morning. Maybe I should go to the salon to get it dyed."

He patted her shoulder. "It's hardly noticeable. You look as beautiful as ever."

She smirked. "As touching as that is, it's hard to take you seriously when you've looked the same since nearly twenty years ago."

He shrugged. "I'm just saying…"

"I suppose I'll worry about that after our vacation. Who are we picking up first?"

"We'll be getting Ava after her show in half an hour, so we'll just swing by Alex and Willow's place and hang out until then. They have to wait for Courtney to get back from college so she can keep an eye on Sterling."

She shrugged. "Works for me." She bent over and stretched out her back, wincing at the few cracking sounds it made. "Oof. I hope those masseuses they advertised in the brochure weren't exaggerating."

He chuckled. "I could always give you a massage."

She purred and nuzzled under his chin. "Tempting, but I'll stick to a professional. You could always join me, though."

"Last thing I need to do is scare a poor masseuse with my unusual body structure." He flicked up his sunglasses, revealing the two black voids with pure white pupils. "I wouldn't want the entirety of Alola thinking the weird, magic-filled region practices necromancy."

She chuckled. "No, we certainly wouldn't want that." She looked out ahead and smiled softly. "I hope the kids have a great time with Wes and the others. Where did he say he was taking them?"

"Crystal Wooded Park. It's a couple dozen miles west of the village."

"Ah. Well, I hope they have fun."

Garret smiled. "Honestly, I think Wes is the most excited for the trip. He told me he's been itching to go camping, so he decided to arrange this whole trip for the younglings."

"Aww, how thoughtful." She snickered. "Let's just hope they don't spend the entire camping trip playing their crystal games."

"Nah. They'll have a great time. And speaking of great times—" Garret stamped the ground twice, opening up a white vortex in front of them. Swinging his luggage back on his back, he gestured to his wife and said, "Ladies first."

She giggled and wheeled her luggage behind her. "Well, here's to an amazing Spring Break for all of us."

"Indeed." Garret followed her through and closed the portal behind them.


"…thus, despite the lack of magic within most creatures, their natural connection to Mysto's soil allows them to draw out subtle portions of its power through various focusing techniques. Martial arts specialized around drawing out the full power of one's body is a great way of drawing out magic from the ground. Though this was originally believed to be due to living in Mysto for so long, some theorize it's a form of witchcraft being subconsciously imployed…"

RIIIING!

At the sound of the bell, the few students that actually bothered to show up for the lecture hopped out from their seats and gathered their materials while some had already bolted out the door.

"Heh. Well, we'll worry about the rest of our lesson after the break." Closing his textbook, Professor Wes Ravenfield looked up to the remaining students, adjusting his glasses. "Please review chapter twenty-eight during the break. We'll be covering more on Mysto's internal magic when you get back. Other than that, you all enjoy your break."

"See ya, Professor!"

"Later!"

"Enjoy your break, too, Professor Ravenfield!"

Wes waved to his students, chuckling to himself, before turning back to the board. He picked up an eraser and started clearing away the notes he wrote down.

However, a couple students lagged behind their fleeing classmates. Specifically a Linoone, who pulled out a sheet of paper and carefully balled it without making a sound. The Deerling next to him glared at his friend.

"Dude—" the Deerling warned.

"I got him this time," the Linoone whispered. He gently tossed the paper ball up and down, aiming for the back of the professor's head. "Accelerator Tunnel." A straight path of yellow light projected in front of him, and he tossed the paper ball through it.

It launched forward at high speeds, careening toward the seemingly unguarded Umbreon's head. However, just when it seemed it would hit him, the professor spun around at the last second, caught the paper ball, and disappeared in a burst of speed.

"EH?!" the duo gasped.

The Linoone flinched as something tapped against the back of his head. He looked down and saw the paper ball rolling past his feet. He and the Deerling looked back and saw Wes chuckling under his breath.

"Better luck next time, Raymond. Maybe if you paid more attention in class, you'd know that I'm pretty skilled at drawing out some magic from the earth."

Raymond pouted. "You, uh…noticed that?"

"Well, unless the new textbooks have some interactive features that shine light in your face, you weren't very subtle playing your game behind it."

Raymond rolled his eyes while the Deerling chuckled. "Sorry, Professor."

Wes patted his shoulder. "Hey, I just don't want you falling behind on your grades. You're a bright young man, Raymond. You just need a little more motivation."

"Tch. Like what?"

"Well, for starters, your Accelerator Tunnel worked much better than last time. You've been practicing?"

Raymond crossed his forelegs and smiled proudly. "Hell yeah! Been working on it all month!"

"Hmm. Tell you what. If you do get at least an eighty percent on my next test, I'll teach you the Warp Pad spell. You might find some creative combos with that."

Raymond thought it over for a moment before sighing. "I…suppose I could study a little."

"Good man." Wes wandered out of the classroom, waving back to his students. "You two have a fun break!"

They smiled and waved back to him. "Bye, Professor Ravenfield!"


"HI-YA!"

Leaping across the matted floor, Ella Ravenfield executed a powerful dropkick in a stationary pole, striking with such force that a visible shockwave burst out from the other side. She backflipped off her target and landed, brushing her bangs away and taking a breath.

"Whoooooa…" her new class of students awed.

She smirked. "You all came here for one reason or another. You either have a weak magical aura or no magical aura of your own. Here at the Cipher Martial Arts Dojo, our job is to teach you kids how to throw a punch or kick with the whole of your spirit. Through my lessons, we'll draw out the innate strength of each of you and turn you into proper fighters. And, should you continue on to our advance lessons, you'll be learning a whole lot more than how to kick and punch."

"So coooool," the kids awed.

Ella chuckled. "Today is an introduction to the course. For the rest of the hour, we'll be putting your skills to the test…with a friendly game of dodgeball."

The children gasped in horror.

She snickered. "Relax. We're giving you plush balls. I'm not making you pelt each other with those red rubber death traps." She nodded to a Heracross wearing a black Gi similar to hers. "Mind taking over the rest of the hour for me? I need to do some things before my husband gets home."

He bowed. "Enjoy the rest of your day, Master Ella."

"Heh, thanks. Speaking of…" She looked around. "Landon? Where are you, buddy? Time to go home."

A series of giggles echoed behind her. Turning around, she saw a three-year-old Eevee dashing across the mats and ramming his head into the same training pole she struck. His entire body shivered on impact, and he recoiled onto his back in a daze.

"Owie…" he groaned.

She tutted in amusement, lifting him with her telekinesis. "Landon, sweetie, you were supposed to wait in the corner and play with your coloring book while I was working."

After being plopped onto his mother's back, the little Eevee giggled. "Again!"

"I swear, you inherited your father's recklessness." She patted his head. "Say bye-bye to my students."

"Bye-bye!" Landon squealed.

A chorus of awes erupted as some of the kids waved back at the Eevee. Ella chuckled and walked out toward the door, gathering her things as her apprentice carried on with the rest of the class.

She sighed and looked out the window with a soft smile. "How long has it been since Wes wanted another adventure?"


"Give it back, Dustin! That's mine!"

"Catch me if you can!"

With their children out of school, Flint and Gwyn were making final preparations for their eldest son's camping trip with his uncle. However, they were having to deal with the chaotic storm raging through the living room as two six-year-old Eevee were running amuck, jumping over furniture and each other. The twin brother of the pair carried a star plushie in his mouth.

"MOOOM! Dustin stole my toy!" the twin sister of the pair shouted as she bounced over the couch.

Gwyn stumbled around as the kids ran between her legs. "Dustin, give Rachel back her—"

BOOOM!

She gasped as an explosion went off from the conjoining kitchen. Her eight-year-old Eevee stood on a stool and hovered over a pot on the stove, excitedly wagging her tail with her face covered in ash. "Mom, look! I made an exploding potion!"

"Flint, Agnes got into the pantry again!" Gwyn yelled.

Flint ran into the living room and dashed through the kitchen, scooping the Eevee onto his back. "Young lady, what did we say about using the stove?"

Agnes pouted as she tried to recall such a lesson. "Uh…wear safety goggles?"

Gwyn summoned vines out of her fur and tried to catch her rambunctious twins. "Kids, I know you're excited to be out of school, but we're not going to go out for ice cream if you keep running around like this!" Unfortunately, because she didn't want to accidentally hurt them, her twins kept slipping just out of reach of her vines.

Agnes scrambled off her father and jumped onto the counter. "Ooh, I can make ice cream! Let me, let me!"

"Agnes, no!" Flint pulled her away before she could open the pantry.

Just then, a gentle twang of a stringed instrument hummed through the entire living room, catching the parents' attention. Two sofa cushions highlighted in pink light flew off from the couch and flew toward the twins. It snatched them in between like a sandwich and suspended them in the air.

"Heeeey!" they shouted.

A second twang echoed out, picking Agnes off of her father's back and gently tossing her into the living room, landing on the one remaining cushion. "Oof!"

A third twang pried the plushie from Dustin's hold just before the cushions dropped the twins back onto the couch. The plushie landed back in Rachel's awaiting forelegs. "Yay!" She hugged and squeezed her treasured toy.

Flint and Gwyn sighed in relief. "Oh, thank goodness…" Flint mumbled.

Gwyn smiled and looked toward the hallway. "Ready for your camping trip, Vaughn?"

Entering the living room was the eleven-year-old Mew with orange whisker patches on his cheeks. He wore a simple red jacket and jeans. He had a lute strapped to his back, his magic lingering on the strings.

In his arms was his baby sister, a green Mew who, much like the rest of her siblings, had bright red eyes. She sucked on a pacifier as she curiously looked around the room.

"All set," Vaughn said. "I finished packing everything."

"Good. And thanks for watching Clara for us." She picked the green Mew up and rocked her gently in her arms. "And for getting your siblings under control."

Vaughn smiled. "Hey, you two do so much for us already. It's the least I could do."

Flint approached his middle children and glared firmly at them. "Dustin, don't be mean to your sister." He raised his brow. "Also, where are your glasses?"

He pouted. "She called me a nerd and made fun of them."

Rachel giggled. "They do make you look like a nerd."

"Do NOT!"

"Do TO!"

"Do—"

"Dustin, Rachel," Flint interrupted, his tone firm and strong. The twins' ears drooped in response. He sighed and looked at Dustin, "If you're upset about something, you can always talk to us. There's nothing wrong with wearing glasses, and you said you really liked the pair you got. Being mean to your sister won't make it better. Try not to let any teasing get to you, okay?"

"…Okay."

He glared at Rachel. "And don't make fun of your brother. He's really sensitive about needing glasses. You're supposed to be a supportive sister."

She frowned. "Sorry, Daddy."

"Apologize to your brother."

"Sorry, Dusty…"

"Good." Flint patted her head. "And if you see anyone else making fun of your brother, what do you do?"

"Kick them in the pants?"

He chuckled. "Well, I would get a teacher first, but…just make sure no one bullies your brother, okay?"

She perked up and smiled. "Okay, Daddy!"

"Now, give each other a hug."

Dustin grimaced. "Ew, no."

Rachel giggled and threw herself onto her brother. "Hugs!"

"No, stop! No hugs! AAHH!"

Flint sighed and turned to his oldest daughter. "As for you, Agnes—"

She tilted her head in confusion. "But I was just doing what Mom does for work."

"There's a bit more to it than just throwing random ingredients into a pot."

"But…isn't that what Mom already does?"

"…" Flint glanced at his wife, who looked away and innocently whistled. He sighed and shook his head. "Regardless, please don't use the stove without supervision."

She giggled. "Sorry, Dad!"

Gwyn smiled. "You know, while Vaughn's away on his trip, we could look into signing Agnes up for afterschool cooking classes."

Flint tapped his chin. "I suppose we could do that. What do you say, Agnes? Want to learn how to cook?"

She gasped with joy. "Really? Yes, yes, yes! I want to be the bestest cook ever!"

He chuckled. "Alright, we'll look around and see what they've got available." He sighed and looked back at his wife. "I am so glad Clara's been an easy baby."

Gwyn giggled. "No kidding. Hasn't cried once. That's, uh…normal, right?"

They looked at the peacefully resting Mew in her arms. As if sensing the attention on her, she eyed her parents with the same inquisitive, roaming stare of an innocent creature.

"…I'm not going to jinx it," Gwyn said.

"Neither am I," Flint agreed. He smiled at his children. "Alright, we'll be meeting up with Uncle Wes in an hour or so. How about we get some ice cream before we meet up with him and say goodbye to Vaughn?"

"Yeah!" his three middle children cheered.

"And make sure to get your glasses, Dustin."

"I will!" The kids raced off the couch and toward their rooms upstairs.

Vaughn plopped himself on the couch and strummed gently on his lute. "I never knew Uncle Wes liked camping so much. Did you all used to go camping?"

Gwyn chuckled. "Something like that."

Flint smiled. "Your grandfather used to take Uncle Wes and me out camping in the backyard. It was fun, even if we were a few feet from the house. And when we had our old team, we did a lot of traveling through Mysto. So yeah, Wes really likes camping and wants to share the experience with all of you."

Gwyn nodded. "You and your friends are going to have a wonderful time, we guarantee it."

Vaughn flashed a grin. "Can't wait!"


Wes yawned as he wandered on through the neighborhood. Though the sun was an hour away from fully setting, there was plenty of time to meet up with the others and head off for the camping trip. The thought of going camping again excited him, a feeling he hadn't felt since…well, the last time he properly camped. When was exactly the last time? Who cares!

Upon reaching his street, he smiled up at his house, inherited by his parents after they moved to smaller accommodations in the village. It certainly saved Ella and him the trouble of affording their own house, and he had a lot of great memories in this home. He wouldn't have it any other way.

He unlocked the door and let himself in, breathing in the crisp cool air inside. "I'm home—"

"SUPWISE ATTACK!"

Wes crumpled to the floor as his son jumped down from above and landed on his head. Landon rolled onto his back and giggled as his father lay on the floor in a startled daze.

Ella, who was psychically preparing Wes and their daughter's meals, looked back with a smirk. "Welcome home, dear. How was work?"

"Same as usual," he groaned. He propped himself up and shook the stiffness out of his body. "Oof. That smarts." He smiled at his son and patted his head. "Hello to you, too, Landon."

"NOM!" Landon bit his father's prosthetic leg.

He laughed, raising the rambunctious toddler as he hung by his teeth. "I think taking him to the dojo every day is becoming a bad influence."

Ella waved it off. "Nah, he's just playing. Besides, I definitely didn't teach him to perform surprise attacks like that. He probably learned that from you."

He rolled his eyes and laughed. "Or Avery taught him to do that as a way at getting back at me for taking her crystal console last week."

"She was pretty upset about that."

"Well, she shouldn't have been playing games at four in the morning. And she wonders why she has trouble staying awake in class?"

Ella smirked. "I wouldn't pull that card, mister. You didn't skip out on getting your afternoon naps during your school days, and I know you were fully rested for those."

He sighed. "What can you do? Speaking of, is Avery home?"

She nodded toward the stairs. "Yeah. I found her sleeping in her room when I got back."

"Well darn, and she was looking forward to the trip. Guess she'll have to stay here and be bored out of her mind."

"Oh, what devastation." Ella snickered and turned back to the kitchen. "Anyway, Tony and Griffin will be here to drop their kids off soon, so better wake Sleeping Beauty before she goes into hibernation."

Wes set Landon on the floor. "Hey buddy?"

"Yeah?"

He dropped low to the floor, meeting his son at eye level. "Want to go wake your sister?"

Landon mirrored his father's stance, his tail wagging excitedly. "Yeah!"


Wes gently pushed his daughter's room open, letting in a crack of light from the hallway. Peering inside with his night vision, he saw the bundle of blankets curled up on the bed and the rising and falling of someone slumbering beneath them. He quieted the mischievous giggles of his son before tiptoeing inside, Landon standing on his back as he did.

Upon reaching the foot of the bed, Wes eyed up the dark blue aura radiating around the sleeping Eevee inside. Once he got an accurate reading of her position, he motioned Landon toward the right spot.

"Ready?" he whispered.

"Yeah," Landon whispered back.

"One…two…three!"

Landon sprung off his father's head and did his best dive into the bundle of blankets. "SUPWISE ATTACK!"

Upon cannonballing onto the unsuspecting target's stomach, the nine-year-old Eevee jolted out from the blankets with a wheezing gasp. She collapsed back onto her pillow, eyes wide open and spiraling in a daze as Landon rolled around on the bed in a fit of giggles.

Wes chuckled. "Good afternoon, Avery~."

"Whhhhhhy?" she wheezed.

"Don't blame me. You wouldn't even wake up for school after I splashed cold water in your face."

She groaned and pulled the blankets back over herself. "Go awaaaaaay. It's too early in the morning."

"It's almost sunset."

"Toooooo early…"

Wes shrugged. "Oh, alright. I'll just send you a postcard from our trip to the Crystal Wooded Park." He turned toward the door. "Sorry for waking you, sweet—" He smirked as he heard the blankets fly off the bed.

Avery stretched out her legs and smoothed back her bedhead. "Alright, alright, I'm awake." She yawned and rubbed her eye. "You promised we would be doing cool and fun stuff, right?"

"How does sledding down a crystal cavern sound?"

She smirked. "It's a start." She hopped off her bed and started pushing her father out the door. "Out, out, out! I need to change."

"I thought you were tired."

"Haha, my dad's a comedian." She shoved Wes out into the hallway, then briefly retreated to deposit Landon next to him. "I'll be down in ten."

Before she could close the door, Wes stopped it and leaned down. "Annnnd…"

She sighed before flashing a genuine smile up at him. "Thank you for planning this trip for my friends and me."

"Heh, anytime, kiddo."

"Can I bring my crystal console?"

"No."

She pouted.

"…" Wes rolled his eyes and smirked. "You can bring your portable one."

"Thanks, Dad!" She kicked the door shut behind her.

Wes chuckled, picking Landon onto his back and heading back downstairs. "She has your attitude."

Ella touched her heart and sighed. "I'm so proud of her."


With supplies packed and ready, Wes and his family ventured out to the center of the village where a giant fountain lay in wait. This was where Wes asked everyone to meet up for the trip.

"Toothbrush?"

"Check."

"Clean clothes?"

"Check."

"Homework assigned over the break?"

"Not check." Avery felt her father giving her the stink eye. "I'll do it when we get home."

Wes rolled his eyes. "Oh boy…"

Ella snickered. "Nice try, missy, but I already rummaged through your school bag. Make sure you get your homework done during your trip."

Avery groaned. "Come on! This was supposed to be a super fun camping trip, not a homework retreat!"

Wes patted her head. "If you behave yourself, I might help you with it."

"…Fine. I still won't like it."

"That's all I can ask for." Wes looked ahead and smiled. "Ah, and speaking of which—"

Up ahead, they saw a group waiting for them: the Sapientis and the Everfalls.

Tony, whose fur grew out a bit around the face, waved to them while Indigo (who had evolved into a Weavile) reclined on the fountain's edge. Among them were their children: Kiera, an eleven-year-old Dewott, and a ten-year-old Sneasel.

Griffin and Faye (a Sceptile and Goodra respectively) waved to their arriving Ravenfield's as well while their three children patiently sat on the fountain: a ten-year-old Treecko, a ten-year-old Sliggoo, and a nine-year-old Treecko with a gruff expression that made her resemble her father.

Wes grinned. "You got here before us? Nice."

Griffin smirked. "Well, the kids were excited. Sparks' gaggle actually swung by Monsoon Village earlier, so we came together."

Tony chuckled. "The kids wouldn't stop raving around the trip."

Kiera and the Sneasel waved to the Ravenfields. "Hi, Mr. Wes! Hi, Miss Ella!"

Ella smiled. "Hello, Kiera. Hello, Forrest. So, what mischief have you two been up to lately?"

Kiera snickered. "We got to kick a bad guy in the shins."

Forrest nodded. "Dad had him tied down so he could interrogate him."

Faye shot a concerned glare at Tony. "You let your kids watch an interrogation? Wait, you brought your kids to work?!"

He shrugged. "In my defense, they are my kids. They're about as crafty and sneaky as me. Besides, that dumbass would've been blitzed if he tried anything." He smirked. "They would've dragged that poor sap around and made him cry for mercy."

Griffin grimaced. "Do you not teach your kids any discipline?"

"Sure I do! They know to ask for my permission."

Griffin facepalmed.

Indigo jumped off the fountain and patted her kids on the heads. "Oh, they would've been fine. You think with our line of work, we wouldn't teach these two troublemakers how to kick butt at age five?"

Faye sighed. "Well, given the clan I married into, I suppose I have no room for arguing." She smiled at her kids. "Noah, Rosalind, Aster."

They jumped off from the fountain and bowed toward the Ravenfields. "Hello, Ravenfields. It is nice to see you again."

Avery grimaced. "Yeesh. Can it with the formal junk. It's weird."

The older Treecko, Noah, chuckled and straightened up. "Dad always says to be formal with first impressions."

"You were at my birthday party last year! We've known each other for a while!"

"Oh yeah, true. Then I guess we're just messing with you."

The Sliggoo, Rosalind, smiled. "I'm surprised you're even awake. We made a bet wondering if you were going to be carried over in a cocoon of blankets."

"You sleep in a laundry basket full of warm clothes one time…"

Aster, the youngest Treecko, groaned. "Can we just go already? I'm itching to test out my skills at the park."

Griffin patted her shoulder. "Patience, Aster. We're still waiting for Flint and Gwyn."

Ella frowned. "Actually, Griffin? Who's watching the rest of your kids? I mean, I know they're mature for their age, but—"

He waved it off. "Don't worry, the Blights are keeping an eye on them for us. Faye just wanted to come to wish the kids off."

Faye chuckled. "Plus, it's been a while since I last visited Quartz Plain. Thought we could catch up."

Ella smirked. "Well, you're all free to stay over for dinner."

Indigo grinned. "Free food? Sounds great!"

Tony glanced to his left and smiled. "Ah, and here's the last of us."

Coming up on the fountain was the other half of the Ravenfield family, waving to the group with smiles shining bright. The twins rode on Flint's back, and Dustin was seen wearing his square-rimmed glasses. Agnes hopped and skipped around her mother as she pushed Clara's stroller. Vaughn played a gentle melody off his lute as he followed along.

"Sorry if we're late," Flint said. "We took the kids out for ice cream."

Vaughn walked up to his group of friends and smiled. "Hey, guys."

Kiera grinned. "Hey, music boy~."

Avery yawned. "Hey, cuz."

Gwyn patted her son's shoulders. "You be a good listener for Uncle Wes, okay?"

Vaughn flashed the thumbs up. "I'll be on my best behavior, Mom!"

Aster grimaced as she looked at the snickering Sapienti duo, who were no doubt planning mischief. "At least one of us will…"

Wes saluted. "Don't you guys worry, they'll be in safe paws under my care!"

Tony smirked. "Like we have any reason to doubt."

Griffin nodded. "You all just enjoy your trip."

Flint smiled. "Make sure to take plenty of pictures."

"And don't go running off without Uncle Wes' supervision!" Gwyn warned.

"We won't!" the gaggle of kids exclaimed.

Ella smirked. "Heh, somehow I don't believe them." Landon giggled in response, gently kicking across her back.

Wes motioned the kids to gather around him. He took a deep breath, shaking out the aches in his bones and muscles, before smiling down at them. Seeing all of their bright-eyed, beaming faces reminded him of all the good times he had camping with his father and brother. To see them so eager to join in that favored pastime, it brought a warmth of familiarity to his heart.

"Here's a little nugget of wisdom for you kids to carry with you," he started. "Anything can be made into an adventure. It's how you go about that adventure that makes the little moments in life magical. Whether a grand exploration or pursuing a treasured dream or goal, if you can find passion and joy in that adventure, you can make a wealth of precious memories for the rest of your days. The purpose of this camping trip is to give you a little piece of my memories so that you may find inspiration to pursue your own dreams.

"Adventures may come and go, but new opportunities open up every day to explore new possibilities and roads. Do what you love most and treasure the experiences they bring you. Even if you can't make a dream come true, perhaps it'll open up to new dreams. As long as you have each other, anything is possible."

Avery raised her brow. "Kind of corny, Dad."

"Heh, sorry."

"Don't. It was…kind of sweet." She smiled. "We'll be sure to keep that in mind."

Rosalind smiled. "So, can we go camping now?"

Wes laughed and stood tall. "Of course!" He pulled out a piece of paper from his coat pocket. "To the Crystal Wooded Park, we go!"

He set the paper down. Upon firmly stamping it with his paw, it burst into flames and opened a multicolored vortex in front of the group. The kids awed in amazement, wondering what awaited them on the other side, while their parents merely smiled at the curiosity they exuded.

"Have fun!" Tony and Indigo shouted.

"Stay safe!" Griffin and Faye yelled.

"See you kids in a week!" Gwyn shouted.

"Be on your best behaviors!" Flint reminded.

"Bye-bye!" the trio of Eevee shouted.

"BYE!" Landon squealed.

Ella grinned. "Take care, little adventurers!"

Wes smiled back his friends and loved ones before glaring confidently into the portal. "Alright, kids! Let the adventure begin!"

"YEAH!"

They leapt into the portal, jumping into whatever great adventure waited for them on the other side. Whatever wellspring of chaos found their way toward them, they'll scale whatever obstacle and take heart to experience the wonders of their mystical, changing world. An endless trove of possibilities opening up to them, waiting to be discovered in this new age of magic.

Though one adventure shall end…

The wings of chaos will never stop soaring forward!