I'm having some BAD writer's block with the other 'The Guardian's Tale'. So in the mean time I wanted to update this little section of my original idea for The Guardian's Tale. You see, as I looked over my notes on this I realized that it was better than the one I'm I'm writing currently (In my oppinion). The Guardian's Tale - Original had a much different veiw on the whole Guardian concept, it's more complex than my other idea. You don't see that much complexity here since this is only a prologue, but I hope you guys enjoy this anyway. (I think this one is a lot better written than the other, but I'll leave that for the readers to decide.)

Oh, and I just wanted to say a special thank you to everyone who review my other story. You have no idea how much I appreciate it when you guys stop and review my story once in awhile it make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside . . . :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender, BUT . . . eh I'm out of ideas XD

Prologue: Imprisonment

The large fire nation guard dragged me through the ship's hallways towards my prison cell with one of his friends close behind. I was clad in my standard grey and black tunic, with black pants that had a paw insignia; signifying that I was part of the Wolfpaw tribe. But now my clothes were torn and stained in blood from the severe beatings I've experienced.

One guard was cursing at me, calling me foul names as they dragged me to the cell. The other guard called Nero had enough sense to keep his mouth shut from what he's seen me do to the last guard that dared to cross me. It wasn't very pretty, and I'll say now that I didn't even want to hurt the man; not too much anyway.

"Why do we even keep such a disgusting creature like this, Nero? Can't we just finish it off and be done with it?" complained the lanky guard.

"You know we can't do that!" scolded Nero, "She'd just be reincarnated and we'd have to deal with finding the other monster. Now shut up before she'll make you regret what you said."

The guard snickered and replied, "But the village of Amak has already been destroyed. There's nowhere for the guardian to be reborn. Plus what could this thing," he said, giving me a kick to my side, "possibly do with the wounds it has."

I turned my head weakly and glared at the guard, warning him incase he'd try doing that again.

Nero shook his head at the guard's foolishness, "The spirits always find a way, Lerin. And you need to stop that, unless you want to lose that leg. You remember what happened to Kenji . . ."

It was like this every day; I was beat for being a Guardian, and then thrown back to my cell so that I could 'think' about what I've 'done.' Although I never really did anything they continued to beat me claiming I'd done something wrong by just existing.

We entered the dark room and Lerin unlocked the cell, flinging the door open with a clang. My adoptive brother was in the cell next to mine glaring at the guards as they threw me in. My wounded back collided with the cold steel wall making me cry out in pain, as I fell to my knees.

Nero searched his pockets for his keys, "Shit," he cursed, as he checked empty pockets, "I forgot the keys. Watch her Lerin, and don't do anything stupid." He warned as he left the room.

Lerin turned to me, grinning behind his helmet, "So how does it feel to have everything taken from you?"

I stayed silent staring at the ground.

"You look at me when I speak to you!" he angrily reached over with his greasy hands and forced me to look at him.

"Leave her alone!" yelled Ken from his cell, clutching the bars.

Lerin flung a small arch of fire at his face, close enough to singe the ends of his hair as Ken jumped back, "Shut up, filth!"

I could have easily knocked him unconscious, but my wounds and hunger weakened me; I couldn't so much as bend a small gust of air.

Lerin looked into my eyes, searching a weakness, an emotion, "I'll break you. You haven't shed a single tear since we've captured you, but I WILL find your breaking point. And I'll enjoy every moment of your agonizing pain."

My eyebrows knitted together and I responded by spitting at him square in the eye.

He retracted his hand and wiped his eye cursing.

Furious he slapped me with the back of his hand, making me lose balance and fall over with a grunt.

Ken lunged at the bars, "I swear to the Spirits, if you so much as touch her again I'll make sure you'll be the first guard to die by my hands!"

"I thought I told you to shut your mouth!" warned Lerin.

I slowly pushed myself into a sitting position, holding my red, stinging cheek with one hand. Anger and surprise burned in my eyes from the sudden hit.

Lerin slammed the door shut, spitting at me through the bars, "I'll make sure you have twenty extra whippings administrated tomorrow," he snorted, turning away, "filthy animal."

I wiped some blood from my lip, "Takes one to know one," I said.

Lerin immediately spun around to fire bend at me, "You little!"

Nero noticed what was happening as he entered the room with the keys in hand. He quickly ran over and grabbed Lerin's arm before he could do anything, "Stop!" he warned, "You anger too easily. Leave it be, let's go."

Lerin trudged angrily out of the room, "Fine."

Nero locked my cell door, all the while avoiding my eyes. Then he left the room glancing back at me with a scared look on his face before closing the door. He probably noticed my eyes change color from my anger.

I sat up against the wall with a grunt. Some of my wounds were weakening me significantly, but the smaller and less severe wounds heal within seconds. Fortunately, the guards had underestimated my will to withstand pain. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down before anything drastic happened. As my anger receded I could feel my eyes shift to normal.

Looking over at my brother I noticed they had beaten him too, while I was gone. But he wasn't beaten as bad as I was, they wanted to keep him alive so that they could use him as an incentive for me. His short black hair was matted and dirty, along with his grey tunic and pants which were covered in filth more than anything else.

I looked at Ken, "Have my eyes gone back to normal?" He nodded in reply.

Ken coughed and looked over to me, "I thought I told you not to say anything. It'll only make things worse."

"How worse can this get? We're already being beaten to near death, so one word or two isn't going to make much of a difference," I said, irritated.

"The difference is that they might actually kill us next time. We should just listen to what they say and we'll stay alive." Ken said.

Irritated I replied, "I'm not just going to sit and cower at their every move like a cornered animal, Ken! I won't show them any kind of fear, not even if I stare up at the face of death himself will I ever back down. That's not how father raised us . . ."

Ken stayed quiet, thinking, "I'm sorry, let's just get some rest before the sun rises."

Taking Ken's advice I laid down on the cold steel floor and stared up at the ceiling. The frigidness of the ground helped to cool the rage that burned inside me. Would we ever get out of here? Or are we just doomed to a life of imprisonment and torture. I'm a Guardian; I can't just sit in a cell and do nothing! I need to be out there helping in fighting the war against the fire nation. I felt pathetic and weak just sitting and doing nothing. Had I already failed as the Guardian? Would . . . would I ever see my father again?

Pulling my mind away from such thoughts I closed my eyes and hoped sleep would welcome me with open arms this time.

Thanks for reading! I've been considering maybe continuing the Guardian story with this Original version. I don't know I'll let the readers decide. So if you think this is a better way to start the story then vote on my poll wich will be up in a few minutes. I'll take it down in a few days and decide by the vote. Again thanks for reading!

Oh and if I do write starting from this version then I just wanted to let the readers know that the story would go from first season all the way through third. And I would write some dialogue from the show but not everything will be the same, I mean who wants to read the same thing they watched- Boring!

K so please vote on the poll X)