Chapter 1:

Prologue: I've heard the stories. I've listened to the myths as they were exchanged around the campfire. I'm aware of the legends. Stories about people that could make you do anything they wanted. Myths about people that could make you fall in love or be consumed by hate. Legends about people… who could kill without touching you. I just never thought they were true. I just never thought that they were real.

The sun was slowly creeping its way into sky, lighting a green valley below it. An enormous bison and four bags lay in its soft ray. A winged lemur swooped down from a near by tree. It landed softly on one of the bags, which suddenly stirred and sat up. A boy crawled out the green sack, but immediately collapsed, clutching his stomach.

"Oh god, I'm so hungry," the boy groaned. His untied brown hair flopped over his eyes, partially obscuring his vision. He swiped angrily at the animal in front of him. The lemur took flight again with a screech. The sudden commotion caused the three other bags around him shuddered with motion and rise also.

"You're always hungry, Sokka. Why don't you go get us some food," one of the bodies said, rubbing its eyes as it climbed out of its sleeping bag.

"Fine, but you're coming with me, Aang, I could use you for fishing."

"No, I'm not going to fish for you, but I'll come with you anyways," the boy called Aang said, "Toph, Katara can you build a fire?"

"Sure whatever," said the girl apparently named Toph. The two girls promptly began to work. The girl named Katara commenced the search for tinder while Toph sliced branches with a strip of hard rock. Aang and Sokka started towards the river which babbled through the lower end of the valley. The boys hiked in silence as they admired the simplistic beauty of the mountains around them. Birds twittered to one another on nearby trees. The morning sun was warm upon their backs. The slight smell of meat wafted down wind from where the girls were cooking what little they had. Aang closed his eyes and absorbed it all in. The serenity of it all reminded him of his old life, living with the monks back at the temple. Calm began to consume him. The birds above them sang a familiar tune… one two… three… four… one two… three… four… one tw-

"COOL!"

Startled, Aang whirled around and sent a blast of air at the source of the noise.

"Ohf- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" yelled Sokka as he got up, rubbing his backside.

"I thought you were being attacked," Aang said sheepishly, "so, why did you scream?"

"Look at all the fish!" Aang turned to see that the dancing river he was standing before was literally darkened with fish.

Aang didn't reply. Instead he ran directly into the river. He appeared a few moments later, and sent a glob of river muck towards Sokka who just barely duck in time. Laughing, the water peasant jumped into the river to accompany Aang. Sokka proceeded to catch fish well into the morning, joking and laughing with Aang, who refused to fish but swam instead.

The sun was getting high when Sokka broke the surface of the water to discover Aang, running at full speed towards camp. Sokka yelled at Aang but as soon he did so, he got his answer. Not from Aang, but from a scream coming from camp. He too started to sprint up the valley. He arrived at camp soon after Aang despite his speed. Sokka quickly halted, sending up dust. A look of disbelief spread across his face.

A/n: It kinda stinks but I like it. Review please

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Avatar characters, I just mess with them.