“And that's how the story ends,”

“No it's not! You just want us to get to bed on time!”

“Of course I do,” an old lady chuckled. Her hair was gray and her face was weathered with lines, but she was still beautiful in many ways. Her blue eyes still stood out, clear and bright. “Young minds like yours need rest to grow up.”

Her grandchildren and their friends huffed, restless and pumped.

Maybe it wasn't the perfect story to tell at bedtime. The woman laughed slightly, watching as her husband looked back, smiling. His previously jet black hair was gray now as well, but his deep blue eyes shone through, still reflecting his youth.

Her friends and children sat around her, chatting amongst themselves while she kept the younger ones occupied.

“Come on, granny!” her grand-daughter urged. “What happens next?”

The woman laughed again. “My darling, that's for you to decide. You can shape your own future and make up the ending. How did the world continue?”

Her friend laughed. He was an old man now as well, his white-blond hair, now fully white. Violet eyes stared at her teasingly. “You were always so dramatic. I see you haven't changed a bit!”

His wife slapped his arm gently. “There's nothing wrong with that!” she scolded.

Her dark skin was lined and aged, but she still as pretty as she had been when she was young. Golden eyes met everyone's gaze, bold and confident after so many years in the shadows. Her gray hair used to be a rich brown, but the colour had faded away as she had grown.

They laughed, ignorant of the wonders of the world, not knowing what would really come next.

The woman with the blue eyes was a little bit more subdued. She didn't know the secrets of the real world either, but she knew, deep down, that somewhere far away, the spirit of an Air User was stretching their wings to fly, an Earth User was helping the flowers grow, a Water User was dancing in the waves and a Fire User was playing with her flames.

A silly part of her knew the heroes from her story were alive and real somehow, their wisdom and strengths passed down to each generation after through the story.

Mina knew her name wasn't just in the story, her spirit was as well. Oliver, Noah and Amber were still here with her, alive and happy, but they were a part of the tale as well.

Their namesakes had fought for what they wanted; their freedom, friends and family. Mina believed everyone should do that, and even if the wasn't possible, she foolishly believed her Element's spirit still lived on.

The End