A/N: ok, so I'm back…again… with a brand new and exciting Avatar story! cheers cheers This one, however, is not solely based on our favorite characters. It is based on two of my newest OC's: Chyler and Finn (who are actually based off of me and my boyfriend). Anyways, on with the story! Oh, and just so you all don't get too confused… in this story, Avatar isn't a TV show. The Avatar world is like, an ancient realm/dimension/form of the world. Ok, now on with the story!
Disclaimer- I don't own Avatar :'( but I do, however, own Chyler and Finn : D
Summary: In the year 2007, two best friends come across an ancient tomb in the depths of a thick forest that lies on an abandoned territory in their Nebraskan area. The two are entranced by their finding and think about different possibilities of how the tomb got to where it is, or how the people in it died. When they make a strong connecting with this sacred place, the unbelievable happens: the two are transported to an entirely different dimension where they find unspeakable things. Follow Chyler and Finn as they make their way through this impeccable journey to find the two people who lie in the tomb, how they died, and maybe even how to find themselves in each other.
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It was around noon on an unusually warm early March weekend. Two thirteen-year-olds were sitting in the hay loft of one of their father's barns. These two teenagers were the best of friends, though they had only known each other for less than a year. There was a girl and a boy.
The girl's name was Chyler, the younger of the two. She had nape of the neck length chocolate brown curly hair, sparkling brown eyes, and natural olive skin. Chyler was about five foot four with long, limber legs, a great sense of humor, the gift of empathy, and she was afraid of nothing. Her prized possession was the silver ring on her left ring finger. The pattern on it was of intricate swirls that made her think of the flowing oceans on the other sides of the country. She was always found bearing this ring.
The boy was Finn, the older one. He too had nape of the neck length hair, but it was partially wavy and intensely dark brown, almost black, long bangs just brushing the tips of his eyelashes and his ears nearly invisible to the world. His eyes were dark brown, but they shined with emotion and held a gentle glimmer. His skin was also naturally tan. Finn was maybe five foot five, had an all around happy-go-lucky personality, the gift to make people laugh at any given moment, and an amazing hand at art. His prized possession was a small sketching notebook filled with impeccable drawings that one would never believe. He took it with him everywhere.
The two had met at one of Chyler's friend's parties last July. The way they met… well, it was actually quite humorous… but let's save that story for another time. (A/N: it's true! The way my boyfriend and I met was so funny… I had to sit on his knee… STOP LAUGHING! It was all the stupid MC's fault anyways… scowl but I met my boyfriend in the end, didn't I? lol)
Though the oceans surround the U.S. were far beyond Chyler's reach, she always felt at one with the water. It was if she felt ten times lighter when she went for a simple swim. She loved to watch the Moon at night from her bedroom window or even from the hay loft in her father's barn. It was if she was more alive at night… as if the Moon gave her power…
Finn had a swift mind and was drawn to hot summer days and humid climates. Fire, per say, was also a favorite of his to draw. Within his the depths of himself was a flame that inspired him… moved him to persist. He would wake early with the sun and have most drawing inspiration when the fire star rose above the horizon. He felt alive at dawn.
Back to Chyler and Finn… the two were completely and utterly bored. None of their friends were available to go to the soda shop in town or to the movie complex and they couldn't think of squat to do.
A mischievous grin crept onto Chyler's face.
"Hey Finn…" she drawled.
"What Chyler?" he asked, his right eye popping open to give her a sideways glance.
"How about we go up to Cyan territory," she suggested.
"Cyan territory? Are you crazy?" he asked, bolting upright, "Nobody's been there in years and no one dares to set foot in it."
"No one except us," Chyler smiled.
Finn groaned. He knew that this would be a crazy adventure that would get them into trouble, but then again, which of Chyler's plans didn't get them into trouble?
"Chyler, that place has been deserted from even before our parents were born! Do you really think it's safe to go there?" Finn asked, trying to find a loophole that would pull Chyler away from this "exciting adventure."
"Oh c'mon Finn, you sound like my great aunt Petunia," Chyler said, rolling her eyes.
He inwardly sighed. There was simply no way of pulling Chyler from this.
"Fine… let's go," he muttered reluctantly.
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After two miles of walking, the two came upon the broken stone fence that symbolized the northern boundary of the Cyan territory.
"Well, here it is," Finn said.
"C'mon!" Chyler urged. She was already climbing over the fence. Finn sighed and followed her.
As the two landed on the other side of the fence, their feet landed in knee high grass.
"This place is a pigsty," Finn groaned.
Though he was always too lazy to pick up every once in a while, Finn hated messes.
Ignoring her friend's complaint, Chyler started running off towards what looked like the edge of a dense forest.
With a heavy sigh, Finn followed.
After about ten minutes of running, the two slowed down a halt and looked at their surroundings. Huge oaks, maples, and even a few hemlocks were grown close together, their canopies of green merging together overhead to create a thick roof.
From the corner of her eye, Chyler saw something flash off to her right.
"Hey, what was that?" she asked, turning to her right.
"What was what?" Finn asked, completely stooped.
"I thought I saw something over there," Chyler said, pointing into what looked like the dense of the woods.
"Like what?" Finn asked.
"Kind of like the sunlight on glass," she shrugged.
Without giving her friend a chance to respond, she was off again, shouting to him over her shoulder, "C'mon!"
Heaving yet another sigh, he followed.
Only staring at the back of Chyler's shirt, Finn didn't notice that his friend had stopped until he bumped into her, knocking her to the ground.
"Oh, sorry," he apologized sheepishly, holding out his hand. Chyler took it gratefully and stood, both pulling away from each other when a shock ran from their hands through their arms.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Finn asked, breaking both their trains of thought on what had just occurred.
"Shush… listen," Chyler said.
They were both silent.
Everything was silent…
"I don't hear anything," Finn shrugged.
"You can't hear it?" Chyler asked.
"Hear what?"
"A stream… I can hear it… like it's really close…" Chyler drawled.
Suddenly, Finn heard a loud crack, followed by what sounded like flickering… like how a fire sounded.
"Whoa, did you hear that?" he asked, turning around in shock.
"Hear what?" Chyler asked.
"It sounded like a fire being started… logs crashing against each other and the flicker of the flames," Finn said.
"All I hear is the stream," Chyler shrugged.
"Which way?"
"To what?"
"To the stream you're hearing."
Chyler pointed off to the northwest.
"That's where I heard the fire come from…" Finn drawled.
"Let's go check it out!" Chyler urged, running off again.
Now really interested in these noises, Finn ran at Chyler's side, maybe even faster.
The two suddenly burst into a circular clearing, the surrounding tree tops only providing shelter at the edge of this cleared land.
But it wasn't the fact that there was a clearing in the heart of this dense forest that surprised the two; it was the fact that there was what looked like a tomb right in front of them.
It looked like a large, circular, risen earthen platform with two long, rectangular earthen tombs in the center, side by side. Both had intricate patterns on the tops and sides and what looked like Japanese kanji's.
There wasn't a stream or a fire anywhere in sight.
"W-what is this place?" Finn asked after a long moment of silence.
Chyler stepped closer and placed her hand on the top of the risen platform. It came to her waist.
"I bet it's an ancient tomb," she said as she hoisted herself up on the platform. She then stood and walked in the foot-wide aisle between the two caskets.
She turned to her left and traced her fingers over the pattern closest to her. The lines were swift, flowing, and loose.
'Like a stream…' she thought.
Finn climbed up next to her and looked at the other casket. The patterns were sharp, edgy, and rash.
'Like a fire…' he thought.
As Chyler's arm straightened out and her fingers spread towards the middle of the casket, the pattern in the core looked familiar to her.
Finn's fingers reached for the center of the other casket and he stared intently at the pattern in the center of the casket. There was a small pang of recognition in the back of his mind as he looked at the engraving.
Chyler looked from the center pattern to the ring on her right hand.
Finn looked away from the core pattern and down at the pattern on the cover of his sketch book.
"It's the same pattern…" they murmured in unison, backing away from the caskets until the two were back to back.
Suddenly, the spaces between the pattern on Chyler's casket started glowing blue, and the same happened to the other casket, except the glow was red.
The glow seeped out from the center, and as the light touched the farthest patterned corners, the two teens felt as if they were being turned inside out. As the feeling increased, both of their worlds went black, and they disintegrated from the very spot they stood.
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