This is the 1st chapter, I m currently working on the 2nd chapter, I will upload it ASAP. Plz tell me how I do, review plz. Thanx.
"I have had enough! Katara, why don't we just stop by a little town like Kyoshi Island and get restocked? I am famished!"
"No, Sokka. We are hours from Kyoshi and the South Pole is just within a stone throw away. We cannot turn back."
Sokka's knees gave way and he fell kneeling on Appa's saddle, eyes weary and stomach rumbling. He gave up arguing.
"Sokka, Katara's right. Fire benders are attacking the South Pole and even though master Paka is there, I still don't feel easy. Appa, please fly faster." Aang ordered and the flying bison obeyed the master with another boast on the speed/
"But we haven't had food for two days; even Momo is starving, look at him." Sokka pointed at the big-eared creature which lied limbs wide open in the middle of the saddle and groaned roughly from time to time.
"Oh, forgive me, Momo," Katara lifted the monkey-like creature into her chest and pet the starving pet with sorrow, "I will throw you a feast after we make sure Gran-Gran is fine." Momo groans turned gradually into whimpers and then steady breathing rhythm. Momo was asleep.
Everyone fell quiet for the next five minutes until sweats dripped across Sokka's already burning forehead and another complaint broke out.
"Why is it so hot here? We are near the South Pole and it feels warmer than Omashu!"
"This is weird; we are in the right direction…" Katara said then cough fitfully as gulf of smoke curtained them like night-fall. Aang and Sokka alarmed. Tears started to protest on the brim of Aang's eyes as he stood up. Appa was clearly affected by the sudden smoke-screen as the flight started to get rough, Momo woke up with some serious choking and jumped out of Katara's hug, and hammering Appa's back as hard as he could to sooth the intense choking.
Aang lifted his left leg and tip-toed the right, took a second to balance and began to spin on the spot with speed and air current building up every second. An air force-field was being conjured by Aang's movement. It dilated and repelled the smoke at the same time and after a couple good seconds of choking, the coast was clear and choking ceased. The big curtain of smoke was now behind them, billowing ominously.
Upon recovering, Katara was sent into another sequent of adventures as an emerald green meadow on an island just a quarter mile from them greeted her teary eyes. A little town was seen perching on the meadow which radiated heat at a constant rate, forming a sharp contrast with a huge ice berg not too far away from the island. As distance dwindled, the "little town" came into focus as a Ruin-in-process, flame tongues licking here and there, clearly still experiencing the aftermath of a bloody battle.
Despite the destruction of the town, this spring land in the South Pole emitted an aura of tranquility and attraction which rendered people transfixed on the spot, as if falling into a trance. Without knowing, Appa had already landed on the blade green grass, six giant feet of it buckled and went into sleep. The landing snapped its passengers out of the Tran-fixation. Sokka observing the surrounding, Katara tidied up her robe, and Aang glided down of the flying bison like a weightless feather, landing in front of what seemed like the entrance to the town.
"What's wrong, Appa?" Aang asked while trying to lift up Appa's eye-lid but to no avail.
"I think he is asleep, Aang. The journey must have been tough for Appa. It seems like this place is calling us, it felt really weird."
"When will you learn, Katara? Not everything in this world had something to do with the magical or the mystical. This is just a regular island which I hope is laden with food!"
"Oh yeah, Sokka! Will you kindly explain to me why is there a green, spring-time-like island in the South Pole? Gran-Gran never told us anything about an island like this." Indignant building up in Katara's heart.
A sheet of thin mist started to creep onto their surrounding which, in time, multiply in thickness, almost beyond detection.
"Gran-Gran must have forgotten, there are so many tales to be told. Maybe she left this one out!" Sokka retaliated with less patience.
"Erm…guys." Aang interrupted timidly as Katara was ready to have another go on Sokka.
"WHAT!" Both Sokka and Katara asked loudly, hating the fact that Aang was interrupting in their heated "discussion" but froze as they caught up with the surrounding. Silhouettes of tall figures emerged from the really thick mist. Momo crawled fearfully into Aang's shirt what now look like a ball of fetus. The mist started to dissipate and the figures began to take shape of muscular warriors. Holding what seemed like long rods with the sun symbol on it. The warriors wear uniform in pale white, with golden decorating here and there. Dirt had obviously been friendly to them as smudges could be seen here and there on their other wise pure white robe. They seemed battered from countless battles.
"Who ARE YOU?" demanded one of these warriors in a deep, hoarse voice.
"We were on our way to the Southern water tribe and…"
"NONSENCE!" The strongest looking of all the warriors shouted madly and fired a beam of light from his staff towards Katara who quickly withdrew water from her water sac bag and formed an ice-wall almost immediately. Vigorous training had done her good. The beam of light collided with the ice-wall and shattered it to pieces and all the warriors gasped audibly.
"Look!" A stout yet tough looking warrior remarked "the prophecy is true! 'Beware of water that freezes with ease. Three warriors will bring light if pregnancies hiss.'" Pointing at Aang's inflated tummy, he gestured all the warriors to kneel down.
"You three must be the warriors Avatar Haraku had told us about. Please, come with us to see the Avatar."
"What! Aang is the Ava…"
"No, Sokka lets follow them." Aang gestured for Katara to follow as well. Momo exposed its head underneath Aang's clothes as their presence will invite no hostility anymore.
The journal to the warriors' so-called avatar was not a pleasant one. They entered the village or the city rather as Aang realized after a small walk that the "village" was actually the poor wing of a town which was connected to a huge city with large buildings, much like those in Omashu. The unpleasant part was that for as long as they walked, not a single soul was seen, the city was as dead as a corpse and frequent eerie noise could be heard from the darkest part of the street.
"Why is there no one in this…city?" Katara broke the ice after some painful silence.
"The undead flooded the city a year ago and thousands people were slain, soul absorbed and eventually turned into nothingness."
Sokka swore that he saw a trace of tears from the talking warrior.
"We are here."
Aang stopped at the warrior's heel, in front of them was what seemed like a big wall which extended from a regular looking building. The warriors started to chant in an inaudible tone, some kind of language foreign to Aang, much like a spell. The solid wall started to dissolve after a few seconds and revealed them an 8 feet diameter black sphere which sat above a circular tattoo on the floor. The black sphere was pulsing and sending sparks to the tattoo from time to time.
"Hurry, we do not want to be seen." They marched to the sphere almost silently.
As distance decreases, the pitch black sphere began to lighten and show the content, it was like a study room laden with book was trapped inside the sphere. A gentle push was felt and the sphere absorbed Aang like a strong magnet. The surrounding started to spin and Aang lost conscious. When light found Aang again, he was in the study room that was previewed from the sphere and a shadow was awaiting.
There we go, that's part one, plz tell me how you guys think and praises will encourage me to write faster, criticism will make me write harder. Thanx!