Thanks to rextron, this story will go on.
Chapter 5: In the right way
"Aw, man. Why, again, did we have to bring her with us?" asked the brown hair teen.
"Because, for the hundredth time, she is the only one with magic powers," replied the blond haired teen. Normally he's a patient guy, but everyone has a limit and his friend was reaching it. "If their willing to make contact it's probably going to be with someone of the magical community."
"Why not you…"
"For the hundredth time, I don't use magic!"
"You should be use to it by now Roxas, he's a self centered dweeb," said the red haired girl.
"No, I'm not!" said the brown haired boy, "If I'm self center, I wouldn't save the world so many times!"
"Why don't you both stop it while you still in the beginning," said Roxas, "Gwen, Ben is not a dweeb and he's here to help. Ben, we need Gwen to attract them. We still have half the flight to go, stop it now or so help me god I'll freeze the two of you if you don't quit it!"
"Fine…" answered Ben, "You still haven't told me what we're doing in England."
"We're looking for a man that goes by the name of Albus Dumbledore. The winds tell me he had contact with the outer realms. Maybe he knows how to get to Eden."
"Will this be a guided search or are we on our own?" asked Gwen.
Roxas smiled, "Guided."
A star stricken night, not a single piece missing from the constellations, the Silver Star was full and covers a quarter of the darkened sky and the gentle blue radiance of the Blue Star lined the southern eastern border.
"A penny for your thoughts," said Naminé as she approached Riku, "How are you dealing?" The palace in Vellweb was shrouded in the night's shadows. Only two souls were under the Silver Star's light.
"We do well when we need to," he answered.
"And the rest of the time?"
"Okay… we guess." A silent wind passed between the two.
"Your brothers must really care about you," Naminé suddenly said, "To allow you to do this and covering for you."
"Sometimes I wonder. Like them we're different but also the same. Deep down where it matters we're the same. That's why when we need to, we do well together." A few minutes passed, and a night strong wind made them return to their beds.
"Sora…"
Roxas jumped from his sleep. He looked around and saw nothing new, just a normal train cabin with a sleeping Ben and reading Gwen.
"Something wrong?" asked Gwen.
"No, no, it just…" said Roxas and then was interrupted by the horn of the train, "Never mind."
"It was nice of the Ministry to help us instead of sending us to Azkaban. Ben shouldn't have force his way in."
"You ever notice that, in the end, each of his messed ups turn outs to lead the right way."
"No, not really, are you serious?"
"Don't know," sighted Roxas, "It's just a feeling. Today he went after that thief, he change into Four Arms. He got the guy to the police, but in our way to disappear inconspicuously he 'accidentally' breaks a wall that got us into Diagon Alley. I had to fend of some spells with my powers and then we are taken to a magical court in which I had to explain that we want to see Albus Dumbledore. Now we're on a train to a school of magic in summer and all because Ben gave a too hard of a tap in a wall."
"Maybe your right…" said Gwen, "after meeting you things like fate and destiny took another meaning for me." They both stood silent waiting for the other to say something. "We better get some more sleep; the whole jetlag thing has me nodding off a little."
"Ok…"
"Your majesty, there is a young man soliciting an audience. He claims to be the Avatar." Silence fell in the hall. The morning light filled the dinning hall, the princes and princesses ate while the King was ambushed with plans from the council members. He wanted a completely fool proof plan since his baby girl had to participate.
"Who's the Avatar?" asked Sora. He felt himself grow smaller with the many stares.
"No one remembers how long an Avatar existed. He's master of the four elements and is the sole representative of the elemental kingdoms. He is the neutral judge of the tribunal," one of the council men said.
"I still don't know who he is," said Sora.
"If there's some one you can trust that's him, he reincarnated in the wind kingdom the last time I checked," said Jessica.
"Why is that?" asked Sora.
"Oh, right, the whole memory thing," mumbled Jessica, "You see, Sora, you're a long lost prince of the wind kingdom. If someone can remember you it's the Avatar, he's connected to his past lives."
"I'm a… prince?"
"You are, your majesty," said a beautiful woman dressed in green clothing entering the dinning hall.
"Hello, young prince," said the nice lady in green.
"Is an honor to meet you Avatar Kyoshi, welcome to our fair city in the sky. We hope you enjoy your stay," the 8 year old boy said.
"My, such good manners in one so young, did your parents put you up to this?" asked Kyoshi kneeling in front of the boy.
"They told me that if I was nice to you, they take away my grounding," replied the boy.
"Why would such a nice boy like you be grounded?"
"Cause I went to the temple."
"That doesn't sound like a bad thing."
"That's what I said," replied the little boy, "but they said that it was when it was after midnight, without protection, and in the middle of a storm. And I told them that Zephy called me cause he was sad and lonely."
"I see," said the Avatar, "and since when do you speak to Zephyr?"
"I don't know," answered the boy, "since forever, I guess."
Where once was a lady, now stood a bald boy with arrows tattooed on his skin, he looked like a happy go lucky kid.
"Where is Avatar Kyoshi?" asked Sora.
"In here," said the boy pointing to his chest, "she sends her regards to you prince Sora." Sora took a couple of steps back and started yelling holding his head, only to fall unconscious a few seconds later.
"A fair price,"was the last thing the prince heard.
