1Exclaimer: sadly I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender or the Kingdom Hearts series.

Prologue

Thinking of you wherever you are

We pray for our sorrows to end

And hope that our hearts will blend

Now I step forward to realize this wish,

And who knows

Starting a new journey may not be so hard

Or maybe it has already begun,

There are many worlds

But they share the same sky-

one sky, one destiny.

A girl stood by the window overlooking the once magnificent gardenThe room she was in was small and all the walls were painted white. Towards the center of the room was a solitary table, also all white. At the table stood a short king with big round ears and a long mousy tail. He wore a long black cloak that covered his face, as did the girl. She was about fourteen.

The king looked up from the table for a moment, apparently he was working on something. Without looking at the girl he said, "Could you please stop reciting that stupid poem, so I can concentrate."

"Sorry if that stupid poem is the only thing that makes me feel better about our situation," she put great emphasis on the last word.

The King picked up a wrench and started working again. "If you don't let me concentrate, we will never get out of this situation!" he said irritably.

"How is that thing suppose to help us anyway?" the girl said finally turning away from the window. She spoke with great respect and dignity in her voice, but she also spoke with rebellion and sarcasm. "To get out of this mess we need to find Aang and Sora! And flying out of this world, won't help us do that!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. She continued, "And flying out of this place is exactly what that thing will do!"

"We can't make contact with Sora, yet," he replied. "Just trust me on this one."

She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Yes, Your Majesty," she said dryly. She turned back to the window and leaned against the wall. She had been standing there for almost an hour, while the King fidgeted with his device, and she was getting bored. Her eyes drifted across the Postern, over the foggy gorge, and fixed onto the town, that was at that moment being rebuilt by the Restoration Comity. She watched the crane go up and down a number of times, before her eyes started to droop.

Just when she was about to close her eyes and drift off, two figures emerged from the path leading to the Restoration Site. Her eyes shot open. She stood up straight and lifted her head so she could see better.

The first figure was short, wore a strange blue hat with matching jacket, had flat feet, and waddled as he made his way across the Postern The one walking next to him was much taller. He had a green shirt and black vest, along with white gloves and long clown-like feet. The short one carried a staff and the tall one held a shield. They probably expected a group of Heartless to come out of nowhere and attack them.

She smiled quietly to herself, remembering.

Her face was filled with sorrow as a third person emerged from the Restoration Site. He was about her age. He wore big black shoes, black shorts, black gloves and a black shirt. He had spiky hair, and cheerful blue eyes. He walked casually over to the other two frantic lunatics. She watched them talk and argue for a few moments before they walked away toward the corridors.

She felt tears forming in her eyes, but she forced them back. She lowered her head, remembering what the King had told her.

'You have to be strong,' he had said. 'Not just for yourself, but for them, too.'

She clenched her fist and bit her lip, but it was no use. Tears ran down her face.

It was quiet...

"It's okay," the King broke the silence. "I miss them, too."

She jerked her head up in surprise. 'What, does he have eyes on the back of his head or something,' she thought. She smiled faintly.

The king dropped his wrench and turned to the girl with a huge smile on his face. He held a small gummi block between his forefinger and thumb. "Done," he said simply.

She wiped her eyes with her sleeves and turned around. She was happy again. She snatched the gummi from the King. "This thing is suppose to help us?" she asked doubtfully, as she raised an eyebrow.

"It should," he shrugged, as he walked out the door.

"Should!" she laughed. "You spent an hour on something that might help us!" She followed the King out the door as he gave her a slight chuckle.

Please R&R. Next chapter will be posted soon.