A sequel has been requested, so a sequel you shall get! For people who have read this without reading World Traveler, I suggest reading that first, but I can't force you to. I'll try and make this newcomer friendly.

Other random stuff: I'm still in Nottingham, getting a Robin Hood overload, visiting Sherwood Forest, etc.

This'll be in first person, but I'll be switching POVs frequently later. Nia is still top priority.

Oh yeah, I don't own Tales of Symphonia. I own Nia, Stephen, (technically, I don't even 'own' Stephen, since he's based on a friend.) and generally anything you don't recognise…well, at least for a few chapters…

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I flicked through the thin book in my hands. The only title on the cover was 'Diary'. Inside there was slightly more information. 'The diary of Nia Owen Jones.'

Part of me still felt this was a bad idea, keeping a diary. If anyone read it…but no one would read it, not with the couple of locks on, to which only I had the keys. And I hid it well every day, under a random pile of rubbish that had naturally accumulated in my room.

The reason it was so dangerous if my diary was found was because in it I told the truth about my life. I possessed the power of the wind and fire. And I could travel between worlds.

'What worlds?' I hear you ask. Anything you think is fictional. Any book, game or film. Every person has their own world as soon as they're born. They fill this world up as they live and they change it to suit themselves. And certain people create worlds for other people to look at. We call those people scriptwriters, authors and directors.

In all honesty, I had no idea why I personally had this power. But I found out that there is a power hiding within every person. Most of the time, this power sleeps on throughout their life, never being awakened or acknowledged. But some people do have their power awakened. Unfortunately, our society refuses to accept that these people are gifted, and lock them away in what are called 'loony bins'.

I stopped at the most recent entry in my diary.

'Dear Diary,

I miss everyone I left behind in Symphonia. I try not to think of Cyclone, but when I live here, in Wales, where our own flag has a dragon on it, I find it increasingly difficult.'

Cyclone had been the wind in Symphonia, but he took the physical form of a dragon to help me when I went to Symphonia. He had been with me so long; it felt like a part of myself had gone when I came back to Reality. I had eventually figured that Cyclone couldn't exist in this world, as he was the wind in Symphonia. That didn't make it any easier though.

'I saw a metal statue of a dragon in the shop window on the way home from school. Maybe Stephen and I should go back to Symphonia…'

Stephen was my counterpart, a person who shared my power to travel through worlds. He commanded water and earth.

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I picked up my mobile and speed dialed Stephen's number.

"Stephen, do you feel like a little trip?" I asked.

"Where to?" The reply was muffled by static.

"Symphonia."

"I'll see you there." We both hung up.

I let my eyes stare into space, to drag me into nothingness. Then I needed to think about the place I was going – flood my mind with every detail – otherwise I might get lost.

I found myself surrounded by bookshelves. The silence was oppressive, like a library. I recognised my surroundings. I was in Derris-Kharlan.

I tried to call out Kratos' name, but my voice died in my throat, being surrounded by so much eerie silence.

I started searching for Kratos.

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Short, I know. Any questions, just ask. If they are stupid I'll answer them and we can just laugh at it. More often than not, they'll be things I need to change.

Any mistakes in spelling/grammar, tell me. I'm not perfect, I don't pretend to be and my computer grammar checker is pathetic.

I hope my old reviewers are still here, and I hope some new people are following this too.