Chapter 7 Takeoff (Steve POV)

Xavier put us in the bag he had on his back, and Sylvester made sure not to produce any fire.

"Do you think we can trust him?" I asked the blazeman.

"He seems like he doesn't want to cause harm to us," Sylvester replied. "Also, most of what he told us seems believable."

"I guess," I said, unsure of myself. "I'll have my sword at the ready if anything bad happens."

"And I'll have my fire," Sylvester added.

The rest of the trip was silent. I didn't feel like talking much. One reason was because everything was just coming down on me at how little I knew about myself and the existence of my world. My mind was busy processing everything. The other reason is that I didn't know how to talk with Sylvester, and I didn't even know if I wanted to. I never really felt a strong bond with him, having not been there when Papart was first acquainted with him. He did prove to be a great help, though. I was just wishing that Tom was here. Tom would know what to do.

We were soon taken out of the bag, and looked at by Xavier, "I'm going to keep you in my bag, and you'll go with me on the flight. But, you'll have to go through security, and they'll be able to see into my bag. You'll have to be very still, and then they'll think you're an action figure or a toy. You'll also have to be super quiet on the flight, because there will be other people there as well."

"Sounds like a plan," I said. "I'll follow those directions."

"Great," Xavier said. "We're off to the airport now."

Sylvester and I soon felt some heat blast over us, which I assumed was the security looking into the bag. We were then put back on Xavier's back. After a few minutes, I felt us being taken off of his back, and set on the ground by his feet. There were many loud noises going on, and then I was thrown to the back of the bag, on my back. Sylvester stayed in the air, but swayed in surprise.

"I guess we're flying now," Sylvester said.

"Yeah," I replied. "We've taken off."