Author's Note of Awesomeness

I just want to say, "Wow." And that's because of the positive response I've gotten from many of you. Whether you sent me personal messages or reviews, thanking me for the story, all I can think is: No, thank you. The only reason I was motivated to finish this story is because I had readers behind my back, encouraging me to continue. Whenever I didn't feel like writing, I would keep going, because I didn't want to disappoint anyone.

This is the first multi-chaptered fanfiction I've ever finished, and I've written many (most of them deleted from my account now.) I've had the idea of The Passionflower in my head for so long, and I'm just so glad that it's finally all out for the world to see. Now, I can finally put it underneath the completed stories and hope that, in some way, it really did touch you.

I didn't want this story to be pointless – I wanted morals, lessons, everything incorporated into it. I wanted important things like the concept of bravery, friendship, and real love (not some of the stuff we've seen coming out in novels nowadays) to be present in stories once again. You know, the traits that make us human and make us feel like kids again. The Passionflower is basically a child's story, which I used to emphasize some virtues that I believe some of us have ignored for a long time.

With that being said, the story isn't over.

There will be a sequel.

(No, I did not lie to you guys! It was pretty obvious anyway, lol.)

Instead of following Alfie, however, this story will focus on a special, young man named Luka. I won't tell you much about him or what will happen, but I'm sure that if you read the epilogue, you'll be able to infer what's going to happen next. And, because I want to keep you all interested, here's a passage from the prologue.

"I'm walking home today," said Luka into the phone, his skin white against the black casing. "You can take Cassia home, but make sure that she knows that's the last favor I'm ever doing for her. If you see my mother, tell her that she should be expecting me around seven." And then, beneath his breath, he added, "Not like anyone will see her for the rest of the night."

He shut the phone and began to descend the front steps to the school, his hands in his pockets and his eyes set on somewhere far off in the distance. He could see his house, built with red bricks and white columns, from those stairs. The large home stood out between the leaves in the treetops, and because it was sitting on an enormous hill that seemed to stretch out towards the sky, it looked like a castle from where he was standing.

Luka sighed heavily, and then he began to fiddle with a coin in his pocket as he went down the sidewalk. I'll probably be eating dinner alone tonight, he thought. Maybe I should invite some acquaintances to dinner sometime. They're all probably eating slum food, ugh.

A classmate, a girl from his third hour, approached him with an armful of flyers. "Hey, Luka, do you think you'd be interested in the Mathletes Club, since you're so good at math and you used to tutor calculus—"

He pushed her aside – not physically, but with the strength of his irritated stare. "Don't even bother," he said curtly, looking away so that nobody would see them making eye contact. "I'm busy anyway. My…my mother wants me to organize some papers for her."

"Oh, I understand, with her business and all," said the girl, her face falling. He couldn't remember her name, but he did know that she was the only one who seemed naïve to his curt attitude. Obliviously, she continued, "Well, if you ever find the time, we'll be waiting for you. We could win nationally with your smarts."

I remember the day that my mother left my father. She didn't think that he had enough potential. She had the money and the business charisma, and he was only a writer. He wasn't good enough for her. When he walked away from the girl, purposely ignoring her disappointment, he bit his lip. And now I'm not good enough for her either. If I joined the Mathletes, she'd only wonder if I'm trying to ruin my reputation.

As he walked, Luka felt that mind was distanced from him. He could hardly focus on where he was walking, let alone who was standing in his way or what obstacles he might have faced. Between the warm pavement and the afternoon sun, the heat of Saffron City was both overwhelming and blinding. He was almost staggering along, searching for somewhere to be.

What does reputation matter?

Someone who is very troubled, someone who has let past events in his life dictate who he is and what he does…sounds like the typical choice for a transformation, yes? The point is that you already know what's in store for him. We've all seen what happened to Alfie, but now it's Luka's turn. I've thought about him enough, and he's been in my head for quite some time now. Now it's his time to emerge.

The Prologue will be uploaded by next week.

As usual, chapters will be uploaded once (maybe twice) a week until its finish. It won't be as long as The Passionflower, but it will definitely have the same amount of action and crazy stuff happening! This sequel is being written for everyone who sounded like they didn't want the story of the overlord and his "protégés" to end just yet.

Well, be prepared, because you have 20 more chapters in store for you, along with some new (and maybe even old) characters. You take a guess at who will return and who won't be seen again.

Again, thank you all so much for your participation in The Passionflower.

I hope to see you at my next story.

Love,

Poofable