By the time both men got to the room the slates were gone. In the yard of Shadow Academy an off white girl with bright orange hair and black colored eyes woke up on the grass. A leaf from the nearby tree floated down landing on her. She picked up the red colored leaf and sat up. The cool autumn breeze blew making her shiver. The leaf was dropped and the girl walked towards the direction of the school.
In ancient times the Black, Orange and White Kings got together and created the Slates. A powerful element to control the King's power when born. In creating the Slates the Kings placed one item of each color in the center. A drop of blood for the red, a blade of grass for green, a pair of scepters for gold and silver, a breeze for colorless and gem for blue. Their swords spun together in a circle getting faster and faster until they fell. After the explosion the Slates were formed in the shape of a giant rock. The three Kings hid this power deep in the caves of a mountain.
"Where's your uniform miss?" a teacher asked. "It got stolen?" the teacher gave the naked girl a uniform. The girl changed and then was led to the classroom where Zina, Mikoto and Misaki were. "Class this a new student. Go on tell us your name." My name, is, Atels." (A-tel-is) Atels sat down beside Zina and class started. She paid attention to every word the teacher said, memorized all the notes on the board. After that class Zina and Mikoto join Kuroh in a class just for them. There they learned all about the Kings history, their powers and their role in the upcoming future. "Can you believe any of this?" Zina asked Kuroh. "No." "So the future depends on us." Mikoto told them."Um, Miko?" "Yea." He said looking over. "Your hair, it's bright." "What?" Mikoto nearly ran to the men's room and looked in the mirror. Zina was right. Not only is his hair bright red but his skin was now a light shade of orange. His amber eyes now have dragon iris and are bright yellow.
Back at HOMRA, "Zuko care for a drink?" "Slows reaction time down." "Jeez aren't you fun to be around." Izumo said irradiated. Looking towards the door Izumo noticed a school boy peeking in. outside the bar Mikoto ducked away. He needed to get his old clothes but didn't want HOMRA to see him. Just then he remembered the back door. Sneaking around to the back he tried the door. The broken hinge still hadn't been replaced. Holding his breath he opened the door and slipped inside. "Don't you do anything?" Izumo asked. Staying in the shadows Mikoto slowly made his way to the stairs. "My only job is to protect the king." Zuko told him. "You are the most boring person I have ever met." he told him as Mikoto silently dashed up the stairs. First place he checked was his old room. Trying the door it was locked. Getting annoyed he checked all the spots for the key. Finally he checked underneath the door. It was just on the other side. Going down on the floor he slid his hand underneath the door. He could feel the edge of it. He winced as he slid his hand further underneath. One finger managed to grab it. Sliding it towards him he got half way then his hand got stuck. "Shit." he mumbled. Hearing the stairs creak he got nervous. He pulled his hand out quick while some skin got scrapped off. Ignoring the blood he quickly unlocked the door and slipped inside.
"They're not there." a voice said a minute later. Mikoto spun around to see Izumo leaning against the door. "Your clothes were moved to the basement." he said walking out. Mikoto scrambled to catch up. "I've sent Zuko out so I'm alone." he told him. The two went down into the basement and the light was turned on. "Over there." he told him. Mikoto went over to a corner with three boxes. He opened the first and paused. "Call me a pack rat but I just couldn't get rid of your clothes." "Thank you." as he was grabbing them, "Hows Yata?" "Ok." "The memory block." Mikoto stopped. "It seems to be holding up." "Keep checking. After you died he started having nightmares." "I'll keep and eye on him."