Chapter 1

Elijah walked aimlessly around pure valley as the 'Maren that had signed up for the biology program recorded the plant and animal species of the main island of Nightopia.

Since the dark ocean had been cleared and renamed the Aysu, there had been small journeys to the horizon. They had found several smaller islands out in all directions, many inhabited, which seemed to have broken off the main island long ago.

Elijah passed Nights and Reala, who were releasing weather balloons. He waved to them. Nights waved back, Reala scowled. Elijah shighed.

After what had happened in Castile Eden, he had hoped they could all be a family, but Reala still hated him.

"Elijah," B.'s voice sang though Elijah's frequency.

"Hey, Bumble B." Elijah smiled, "you going to take a break any time so?"

"That's what I was calling to tall you about," B. answered, "I'm free for a whole three hours."

"Oh," Elijah laughed, "what were you thinking about doing?"

"I thought it was your turn to decide,"

"No," Elijah corrected her, "I decided to go swimming the other day, remember?"

"Oh yes," B. answered, "darn now I need to think."

"Your head hurt?" Elijah asked, sincerely concerned.

"Just a little," B. said brightly, "I can see you."

Elijah turned around. B. waved at him from the Crystal Castle's stairs. Elijah waved back.

They met each other half way, and hugged.

Sadly, though they were amazingly close, and B. had decided that they were, in fact, dating, she wouldn't let Elijah kiss her.

"So what should we do?" Elijah said as they walked back into pure valley.

"First you should take off your persona," B. smiled.

"Oh," Elijah laughed, and took off his persona, "it's comfy."

"How about we improvise today," B. grabbed Elijah's hand, and ran through pure valley.

"I wish you would be nicer to Elijah, Re," Nights let another weather balloon into the sky.

"Hey," Reala said defensively, "you told me to tolerate him, so I tolerate him."

Nights shook his head, "I just wish we could all be a family. Why do you hate him so much?"

"I don't hate him," Reala answered, "I just don't trust him."

"But why?"

Reala said nothing.

"Please tell me."

"I just don't."

"That's not a good reason," Nights pouted.

"Well I don't have a better one, okay?" Reala snapped.

"You don't have to get so angry Re,"

Reala looked at the grown, "I'm sorry, I'm just stressed."

"That's your excuse for everything," Nights moped.

"I know, I just don't know what else it could be," he looked up at the two 'Maren talking excitedly about something they had just discovered, "was that all the balloons?"

"I think so," Nights looked around him, "yes. What should we do now?"

Reala rubbed his eyes, "I don't know, read?"

Nights shook his head, "I'm hungry."

"That's good to hear," Nights and Reala made their way back to the Castile to get something to eat.