Zeeva: Ok, this is my new Story, Avatar: The Theif.
new oc: No, really, Z?
Zeeva: Very funny. Anyways, This story is full to the rim with new oc's and they are all based on friends of mine. So, since this is a new story, let me know what you think, KK?
new oc:Uh huh, ok then... Ahh, Z?
Zeeva: Yeah?
new oc: You forgot the disclaimer.
Zeeva: Oh! Right! clears throat I do not own Avatar: the Last Air Bender, or any of it's characters, but as for all of the new oc's, I do own them. KK! Enjoy!
Avatar: The Thief
Prologue:
When war hits, the world becomes an oblique and depressing place. They only ones that can survive this time, are either fighting for their believes, standing strong as to support their families, or trying to ignore it. Along with pain, war is also what gives others power. It shows the people, who are dying, whether internally or on the battlefield, that they are superior. Those who think this, however, do not think of the not so innocent people, the thieves, crooks, and criminals. They also survive, but some are just barley. They may seem strong, but some of them are dying the most. Yes, war can do horrible things, more than separate the world, but kill innocent people, or not so innocent, if that be the case.
Chapter 1: Unwanted Traveler
"Get Lost!"
"You don't belong here!"
"Go home!"
These voices echoed in the head of a young man. He was traveling alone, besides the companion of an ostrich horse. He pulled his cone shaped hat more in front of his scared face. It was pouring; it had been now for three days. The weather, like everyone he had met since he began to travel alone, loathed him. No, they didn't loath, they hated, despised, couldn't stand him. He was an outcast everywhere. The only one that would even cooperate with him, was the ostrich horse, and even it disapproved of him.
The rain began to fall harder, and the boy started to think of his last companion, his uncle. He remembered his uncle's wisdom, and his proverbs. The thoughts of his uncle made him feel a little better, but the hatred of all the people that knew who he was, quickly concealed the happiness. He looked up from his sorrows, as he began to approach a town. The streets were deserted, but that didn't surprise him. With all the rainfall, the people must have just given up on being outdoors. He came up to a tavern, and came down from the ostrich horse, leaving everything with it, besides a small pouch.
The small pouch contained the very little amount of money he had, but he hoped it would get him a place to sleep, and some food. He walked inside, and removed his hat, revealing his short black hair. Making his way through the crowd, he went up to the counter, and asked a man how much it would cost for a room and food. The man looked down at him, and told him it was fifty gold pieces, just for the room. Food raged between ten to seventy gold pieces. The boy looked into his pouch, and sighed. He had nowhere near enough. He left the tavern, and looked at his hungry animal friend. He walked into a nearby store, and came out with some feed.
The ostrich horse was pleased, and nudged the boy's cheek as a thank you. Thou a little pleased of himself, for seeing the animal show some likeness towards him, his expression remained grim as he petted its head. He looked out towards the street, and waited for the animal to finish its meal. Before it could finish, however, he saw a little girl standing in the rain.
Her eyes were large and brown, different from his small golden eyes. They also cried for help from the boy. He motioned her to come to him, and she did. With a closer look, he estimated the girl's age was around five or so. He took off his wet coat, which was over a matching green tank top, and put it on the girl's head, telling her to dry off under the slight roofing of the store. She smiled at him, and began to use his coat to dry off her dark brown hair. He smiled a slight smile back, and stood up to give her a helping hand. What he didn't realize, was that the girl wasn't alone.
From behind, he caught a glimpse of another person. They ran by, grabbing the girl, his coat, and his pouch. He saw the person leave, not being able to tell if it was male or female, and started to run after them. He untied the ostrich horse, and climbed on. He chased them in to the woods, determined to retrieve his belongings, and the girl. In the woods, he stopped. He had lost them, and was now lost as well. The woods were far from inviting. They were dark, wet, and there was no trail to lead him towards the thief, or back to the town.
He got off the ostrich horse, sat down on a moss-covered rock, and rubbed the top of his head. This was bad. He wanted his things, and to help the girl, but he would be lucky if he could find a way out. He began to think, again, of his uncle, and how he would react in this type of situation. He grunted, and shook his head. His uncle wouldn't have even noticed. He would have kept walking, thinking to himself, most likely about tea, and would not have noticed until he was out of the woods.
"You seem lost," a voice behind him said. He turned around, and looked at the person addressing him. Looking back was another girl, not much younger than he was. "Did you here me?" The girl asked, "I said, 'you look lost,' so, are you?" In the dark, the boy couldn't see many features of the girl, but as much as he hated to admit it, he needed help. He nodded, and the girl gave her hand to him. "My name is Kojima. What's yours?" She asked. The boy stared at her before reaching out and shaking her hand. "My name is… Zuko," he said.
OMG! I can't believe I went that whole chapter with out saying his name. That is cool. For those who are thinking, "Who was the theif anyways" Or, "Why was Kojima in the woods in the first place?" Reveiw! Maybe you'll find out in the next chapter! (you never know!)
