Well this is my very first story, and as my summary says. It might be confusing as first because it's basically all from my imagination but I used Katara, Zuko, as my main characters. Im sure you'll be able to see who's who, very soon.
I've always wanted to do a disclaimer so here goes!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except those who come from my crounded twitsted imagination, which don't include Katara and Zuko plus a few others. If I did..the ending of the last airbender would have been MUCH much different.
Swirling pools of green lighting flashed across the sky. A baby's wail danced on the roaring winds. His cry's rung through the valley and the creatures knew the end had come for them.
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My sword flew out from its scabbard and lashed across metal. The sharp ring of metal and copper rung in our ears, reminding us of our love for battle. The rushing blood pulsing through our bodies couldn't be replaced with any other feeling for the lust of battle. With flickering eyes I met my opponent's daggers came straight at me. My radiant eyes dilated and from pure instinct I melted them in midair. With a flick of my wrist I caused a waterfall to erupt from the rocks behind him. Causing the boy to slip on the slippery ground in front of the erupting waterfall. Thus meaning he would slip and die in the darkness of the waters below. While my heart thud steadily a thought rushed through my brain making me realize that the water was not in fact water itself but blue melting rock. Which if you touched it with a single finger, it would melt you to your bone. My bandaged arm shot out and grabbed hold of his shirt, stopping him from melting to his death. His frightful golden eyes looked at me and sought to search my expression if I was going to let go of him and let him die or bring him in and kill him slowly. I knew the answer, I wouldn't do neither.
Gripping his ripped black silk shirt, I yanked him next to me. He fell to his knees next to and starts panting heavily.A sharp bell rang, making my head snap into its direction. It was the creepy boney headmaster.
He barked saying, "Enough you bafoonians! Who gave you right to right against the BlackMoon clan! It is against the rules to fight against any clan without the black raven leaders consent!" A tall, slim, well built, black haired blue eyed boy with a tattoo of a large beautiful dragon on his chest stepped forward. "Sir, headmaster. I seek your forgiveness and not to be rude but ...in the rules a clan warrior must follow it says nothing about having the black raven leaders consent if a clan wishes to have a friendly spar with its neighbor." I glared at him with all my might and scoffed, "I can stand up for myself ,Ethan." I spat and straightened my long chocolate brown braid over my shoulder, and with that I took a step forward to leave. But as I did so, a felt a sharp object pierce my back. It's sharp point dug itself between my shoulder blades and bleed poison into my blood. All that I saw was Ethan sprint forward and I felt his arms catch me before I hit the stony ground. Then there was silence and darkness.