Hey everyone! My first real Avatar story is up, finally! I am so excited, because even though this story may have been done once before on this site, I know it's original. Every story, though they may seem the same, are always original. This story was inspired by my other story, Avatar: The Legend of Song. The main character is Song, of course, but there is also Tenzin and Ryo. Ryo, I made up, but Tenzin is Katara's and Aang's son. Ryo is Zuko's oldest son, and Shen is his youngest.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor will I ever. All characters (besides Ryo, Shen, Song, and Hakeem) belong solely to the creators of ATLA.

Chapter One: The Southern Water Tribe

"Practice the move without the water, you'll get it."

Song sighed and tried again, this time just focusing on how to move her hands. The small amount of water inside the pond sloshed out, splashing the ground. Song shouted in frustration.

"Why is it that when I'm trying not to use water, it works?" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

Her mother shrugged and pushed her daughters hair out of her eyes. She smiled and helped Song, this time doing the movements along side her.

"You have to be calm, let your emotions flow," she said quietly. Song watched as her mother made the water follow her hands, and fall back into the pond as rain. Song took a deep breath and raised her arms up to her neck, and watched the water follow. She slowly moved her hands to the right, and it followed. The water began to tremble, and then splashed on the ground.

"I did it!" Song exclaimed. Her mother smiled and took her hand, pulling her into their little tent.

"I was going to tell you sooner," her mother said quietly, watching her daughter sit with a sad expression. "but I couldn't bring myself to do it. But, you're fifteen now. Song, you've heard of Avatar Aang, right?"

Song nodded leaning back on her hands. "Yeah. The last Airbender, used Energybending to take Ozai's bending away, restored peace to the world..."

Song's mother grimaced at her daughters nonchalant tone. "Aang died a week before you were born, Song, and I realised this as you grew. When you were only five, your temper would melt the ice whenever you touched it. I've known for a while now that you're the next Avatar."

Song stared at her mother, her blue eyes slightly dazed, but then a grin broke across her face. Her mother laughed, but the care-free sound was shortly lived. Song's grandfather looked into the tent with a grave expression. "There is a Fire Nation ship here. Kara, they want the Avatar."

Kara stood and pulled Song up from the ground. The two ran after the man. "Dad! Dad answer me, why do they want Song?" Kara snapped, grabbing her fathers shoulder roughly.

"I don't know, but the war is over, they don't want to hurt her," he winced when he heard a shout. It sounded like it had come from the Fire Navy captain.

"Is this the Avatar?" the Captain asked, looking at Song from her feet to the top of her head. Her grandfather nodded. The Captain grabbed Song's arm and began to steer her towards the ship. She looked back at her mother, her eyes wide and terrified, though she knew the war was over. Song looked up at the man holding her arm in a vise-like grip and glared at him.

"Why do you need me?" she snapped, trying to pull away.

"Head a course for the Fire Nation," said the Captain to another man, ignoring her. Song was pushed into a dimly lit room.

"The Fire Lord would like a word with you," he said with a sneer. It was obvious he did not like Song, nor did he care much for the Fire Lord.

"Well, I'm not a prisoner! I'm the Avatar! I could easily get out if I wanted to, you're no match for me," Song shouted. It was a bluff, they both knew it, but he smiled anyway. It was a taunting smile.

"Oh, and yet you still have yet to master your own native element. Please, little girl, I can see the lie in your eyes," he smirked and closed the door. Song grimaced at the sound of a lock, a very strong one at that. She walked around the room, looking around hopefully for a source of water.

When she couldn't find anything, she sighed heavily and slid to floor. Song wrapped her arms around her legs, and layed her head on her knees.

There had to be a way out of here...