Swampland
Chapter 1: Tahno's vision
I do not own Avatar…obviously…
(Tahno's Dream)
The summer air of the swamp was hot and humid against Tahno's pale skin, making it sticky to the touch. The soft thrumming of the giant bugs, and the quiet lapping of the murky water against the mangroves, was soothing to his ears. This humble land made rich from the spirit tree, was the place of his childhood.
He was home.
"Tahno~" a liquid voice broke the tranquility "Tahno~".
"Whose there?" the former Wolfbat replied. Immediately, the green shrubbery and the water began to shake and come alive with a haunting green glow. Tahno gasped as the elements swirled into the vague shape of a young girl. Her long hair was constructed from vines, her tiny body held together by water, wind, and leaves. Two shining green orbs served as her eyes.
The realization hit the ex-bender like a brick to the face "Are..Are you?"
"I am~" the image replied.
"Why have you come to me spirit?" he asked nervously.
"Please Tahno" the spirit child pleaded "I need your help~".
Tahno's expression fell into a saddened frown " You came to the wrong guy...I can't help you. I can't help anybody now".
"No Tahno, it has to be you! He's after me!" the spirit cried, her voice becoming distorted.
"I'm tellin' ya I can't help you!" Tahno's accent broke through as his anger surged "go bother the Avatar, she can help you better than I certainly can!" his words reverberated, and the eddy wind started to disperse "Please come home...you must bring the Avatar to the swamp...Come...please" and then the figure dispersed completely. Sending a blinding spray of foliage, water, and wind to sweep Tahno off his feet.
(End Tahno's Dream)
Tahno's crystal gray eyes shot open as he launched himself into a upright position. His pale toned body was slightly sweaty from the shock of his vivid dream, and the early morning heat of his apartment. Or should he call it a desperate message from the Spirit World.
Raking his bony hand through his wavy black hair before plomping back on his pillow, to stare up at the white plaster ceiling. After about ten minutes, the ex-bender reached over to his nightstand and brought forth a framed picture.
The black and white image displayed a twelve year old Tahno standing with his mother Tsuma, grandparents, and his three older brothers, and one little sister. The longer Tahno gazed at the photo, a sense of longing overtook him "The Green Spirit..." could his old home be in some sort of danger? Or was it all a product of his subconscious?
He had to see Korra.
End Chapter
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