Avatar: The Legend of Aang-Prologue
AN: Readers be warned! This is going to be very AU. There is no Katara, Sokka, or Toph, because they haven't been born yet. Yep, I've messed with the timeline. Aang comes out of the iceberg a little earlier, and a whole lot of stuff changes. But don't worry! You'll be seeing quite a few familiar faces. *wink*
Anyways, I don't own Avatar. If I did, the movie would have been a lot better.
Aang buried his face into the soft fur of his sky bison, Appa, as he thought about Monk Gyatso and the Southern Air Temple. He wanted to cry so badly, but he was (apparently) the Avatar, and Aang wasn't sure if the Avatar was allowed to cry. Besides, he was surrounded by a convoy of monks from the Northern Air Temple, and he didn't want them to see.
"...Avatar? Are you feeling well? We can stop for the night soon if you are tired." An older monk to his right asked.
A plan began to form in Aang's mind. "Umm, yeah, I am getting tired, actually." He said, sitting up to look at the monk.
The older man nodded. "Then we will stop and rest."
Aang smiled grimly. Step One was complete, but Step Two would be far more difficult...
On the edge of the Foggy Swamp, the Air Nomads sat nervously around their campfire.
"Keep the fire burning low," A younger monk said. "I've heard that there are people living here, and they don't appreciate visitors. We don't want to attract their attention."
This was exactly the opportunity Aang was looking for.
"Maybe we should spread out a little." He suggested casually.
The old monk who he had spoken to earlier frowned. "What do you mean, Avatar?"
"Well, if we all stay in one place, we'll be more noticeable. But if we separate into smaller groups, say, two people? The swamp people will be less likely to notice us."
The nomads all slowly nodded their assent, and began to divide into groups. Aang was paired with the young monk who had spoken earlier.
"I mean no disrespect, Avatar, but I'm still a little nervous..." The young man said, looking around defensively.
Aang smiled. "Hey, it's okay. We can take turns keeping watch if you like. I'll start so you can get some sleep."
"Really? Thank you, Avatar!" The monk exclaimed happily.
He and his sky bison fell asleep quickly, and Aang was able to slip away into the night sky on Appa.
Aang quickly regretted leaving without a map. His initial plan was to fly to Kyoshi Island and hide there, but he had a sneaking suspicion that they were heading in the wrong direction. Then again, the map would have been ruined by the rain that was now pelting them. He was beginning to think that perhaps this was a sign from the spirits, and Aang was contemplating heading back when he realized that he and Appa were now caught in a storm.
Now Aang knew that this was definitely a sign. He had made a bad decision trying to leave and now he was being punished by the spirits. But he would set it right. He was desperately attempting to turn Appa around and head out of the storm when he saw the huge wave heading towards them.
Aang and Appa were pushed under the billowing waves, the cold rushing water tossing and turning them every which way. They sank further and further, and Aang couldn't hold his breath any longer. The last thing he saw before he passed out was a bright blue glow...
AN: And thus begins our tale... Reviews would be greatly appreciated. Flames will be used to help Aang with his Firebending.