Sadly I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender. One day though…
Some of this fanfic is based on the Avatar game Autumn Twilight. Only because it's the best way for
This is the first Avatar fanfic I've written (my others are Teen Titans).
I HATE MUSHY ROMANTIC STORIES ESPECIALLY WHEN THE GIRL IS WEAK AND PATHETIC AND JUST CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT A GUY! Sorry, I just needed to mention that.
Daughter of Fire
Chapter1: Poisoned Tea
"Let's land there," Sokka suddenly said, pointing at a small oasis in the middle of the desert. "We're running low on supplies maybe we can by some from them." Below them a few tents were up.
"I don't know, I have a bad feeling about this," Katara responded.
"They look like a bunch of travelers, but if they want a fight, we can totally take them," Aang pointed out. Nothing about the men seemed ominous, even if Katara is usually right.
"Besides, flying around all day every day gets boring," Tof (A.N. Tof, Toff, Toph? How do ya spell this girl's name!) agreed. Tof was a twelve-year-old girl who, despite being blind, was a talented Earthbender who joined the team when her father "changed his mind" about letting her go.
"Her point is good too." Sokka said.
"Well, that settles that!" Aang said flying Appa toward the oasis.
When they landed they were greeted by one of the nomads who introduced himself as Shirami. "You look weary. Please come into the tent and rest."
"We just wanted to buy some-" Katara began, hoping to leave as soon as possible.
"We have food and drinks. I insist that you come," Shirami persisted. His voice was similar to a snakes.
"Well, if you insist…" Sokka replied. That guy's stomach is his weakness.
"Told you there was nothing to worry about!" Tof exclaimed running to catch up to Aang and Sokka who was heading towards the largest tent as Shirami led. Katara hesitantly followed.
The inside of the tent wasn't nearly as ragged as the outside or the nomads' clothes. Shirami showed them to an undoubtedly expensive table which was set with fine porcelain teapot and cups and poured them each a cup.
"You mentioned food?" Sokka hinted.
"It's being prepared." Shirami responded smoothly, handing each of them a cup.
"Why is it so quiet? There are lots of people around here," Tof pointed out.
"I thought you were blind," Shirami said.
"I can tell what's going on by the vibrations in the earth."
"You should see her fight," Aang said.
"She's talented? I suppose all four of you are great fighters?" Shirami asked.
"Well, since you mention it," Sokka began in his not-to-brag-or-anything voice, "In the Southern Water Tribe I was in charge of our defense forces. OW!" Katara stepped on foot. "Yeah, we fight a lot."
"Good, good, good," Shirami responded.
"Aren't you going to drink any tea?" Katara asked. Shirami hadn't drunk anything while the four of them had finished their tea.
"Me? No, I've had plenty." Shirami seemed to be waiting for something.
"Your tea tasted funny. Reminds me of the description of Doku poison I read," Sokka mentioned. Everyone looked at him suddenly, shocked (except Shirami- he merely smiled). "Wait a seco-" Sadly, poison waits for no one and all four were knocked unconscious.
"If this is the afterlife I'm suing," Tof said upon waking up. They were inside a thick, circular adobe wall with four barred metal gates.
"Doku poison only knocks people unconscious," Sokka corrected.
"Plus I haven't been reborn an Earthbender," Aang added.
"Who said there was nothing to worry about?" Katara asked.
"So, where again are we?" Aang questioned, changing the subject.
"An arena," a new voice said. They looked at to see who it was. A few feet away from them stood a pretty girl about 16 with dark lips and lashes, hip length hair with a fairly deep side part (the left side pulled back with a small decorative gold comb), a scar on her upper left cheek (a line, not a burn), loose pants with a short sleeved top a little shorter than Sokka's. Her eyes and the color of her clothes confirmed she was from Fire Nation.
"She's from Fire Nation!" Sokka exclaimed assuming (like the rest of them she was responsible for their current predicament).
"Hey! Watch it!" the girl (Ikari) yelled barely dodging a boulder Tof hurled at her. "Just cuze I'm from Fire Nation doesn't mean I did this!"
"Then who did?" Sokka asked ready to fight.
"Oh, I don't know… Maybe the guys who knocked you unconscious?" Ikari suggested.
"Makes sense," Katara said.
"I see you are all awake," Shirami said from where he was sitting on metal gate to their left.
"Just come down here so I can kick your butt!" Tof yelled.
"I'm not the one you'll be fighting," Shirami said.
"Who are-"
"I believe the question is 'What?'" Shirami responded as a growl came from a (large) crate that was being opened.
It gets better. Less talking more fighting next chapter.
The dictionary can be inaccurate. It claims the definition of collectible is something like n. a rare or valuable object- and while that is sometimes the case, in today's world the second part is n. an overpriced and mass produced object that is unlikely to even sell on E-bay. Remember Pokémon cards (I know, it's painful). Smart people who knew they sucked from the beginning: shut up.
Since there's no point in updating if no one cares, I will only update if I get five reviews (at least I'm telling you how many). If I somehow get five reviews please still review (I reply to most reviews). Flames accepted- illogical flames will be laughed at.
Poll: Which character is your fave?
Results next chap.
