This is the first story I have written. Criticism of any form is accepted to help better myself as a writer. Now this might not be the story you're hoping for, it doesn't have the actual characters from 'Avatar the Last Airbender' but makes references to them. I do not own 'Avatar the Last Airbender' all rights belong to Mike and Bryan.
Since this is my first entry I will give you the first 2 chapters. Go me!
This story takes place 200 years after the war. The Fire Nation did fall and the Earth Kingdom is free. It Takes place in a small Earth Kingdom Village.
No Rain
The sky was over ruled by dark grey clouds blocking out any form of light. The earth seemed still; quiet as if it were waiting for the first drop of rain to fall before turning again. Anxiety filled me as I walked down a path. I was calm yet disappointed it hadn't rained yet. It was the calm before the storm. I wanted the storm to come on my walk to sooth my skin and my soul.
"Oh Yue, let it rain." I prayed to the moon spirit of sacrifice. I didn't know why, it was the only Northern Water Tribe spirit I knew.
Nothing, not a drop of water, a flash of lightning or a roar of thunder. Nothing but a weak gust of wind as if to say don't worry, it's coming.
"Oh shit, what time is it?" I started to panic. Maybe I was out too long. For a moment I had totally forgotten about the clouds. Instinctively I looked upwards to try to find the position of the sun. It wasn't there, I guessed my father's method of telling time didn't work when there was no sun.
"Oh crap dad!" the thought reminded me he was waiting for me at our house lying in his bed filled with an illness. I started to run back home.
The last time I felt so anxious, so calm, so depressed was when my mother died. The clouds covered or house as we all watched her. I wanted it to rain so badly to set the mood. To tell me that even the earth was sad. The clouds started to weep after my mother took her last breath and went into an eternal slumber.
"Shit! Shit! Forget what I just said. Yue, don't let it rain, don't let it rain!"
I sprinted home taking paths and allies my father warned me not to go near, but it was the shortest way home.
I found myself in front of my house. I was panting out of exhaustion and fear. The door was firmly shut. I patted my pockets to find a key to the door. I was not successful.
"Damn it," I mumbled to myself in disappointment.
"Come on door open." I twisted the handle and pushed, but the door didn't budge. I turned the handle again and thrusted my whole body against the door. I winced with pain but the door stood firmly closed.
"Fantastic!" I looked under the welcome mat to see if the extra key was under there. There was no key under it.
I tapped the door three times and waited for someone to come and open it. A few moments later I heard foot steps coming towards the door.
"Who is it?" The voice came from inside the house. There was a hint of fear vibrating in his voice.
"Open the door!"
"Who is it!?"
"Iggy open the door!" I hated when he kept asking who it was even though he could recognize my voice.
"A lot of people know my name!"
"God damn it Iggy, open the freaking door!" my voiced creaked. I was on the verge of crying, I could barley hold back the tears and I didn't know why.
I heard someone mutter in the background. Iggy quickly unlocked the door. He slowly opened it. We were standing face to face. He was a short boy with short black hair and yellow eyes, a face that belonged to the Fire Nation. He nervously looked around for a second, looked at me and I glared back, he grabbed my wrist and dragged my in the house.