Hello everyone! This is Kitaxhaku, bring you a good helping of Toko! YAY! So, this first chapter was really fun to make, and don't worry, it may seem a little angsty, but it will be really amusing and funny by next chapter. Ku ku ku...I love writing stories. Anyway, enjoy! And please review and tell me what you think!

-- Kitaxhaku

How had this happened?

A fifteen year old girl sat in a chair, her arms and legs chained up tightly with rope, her mouth covered with tape. And though escaping was impossible, she struggled to free herself, as she had been attempting for three hours now. There was a bump under her and the chair she was tied down to (due to her short height, her feet couldn't even touch the floor); the wooden case containing her was like a wagon, steadily moving with a horse pulling it. It irritated her more; they knew they had her. Her hair swayed at the middle of her back as she struggled more, the rope burning her ankles and wrists. She had to get out!

"Give it up already little girl," The driver said as his partner snickered, "There's no way you can get out. You're an Earth bender, not a rope bender." The two laughed at his joke while the girl only glared before attempting to free herself again. She didn't have time for these two jerks; she needed to feel the earth, she was going insane.

"Besides," The other guy said, turning back around so that his back was towards her, "You've been attempting to free yourself ever since we captured you…three months ago!" The two burst in to laughter again, and for a moment, the young Earth bender felt like giving up. Her shoulders sunk as her head swung motionlessly, tears forming a glass wall on her eyes.

It was true. She had been their captive for three months, ever since they attacked her home in the middle of the night. About ten men had come to take her captive, threatening her parents that if they didn't give them 'what they wanted,' they'd never see their daughter again. The parents were usually willing to do anything for their precious child, but now, suddenly, they struggled. What it was that the men wanted, this girl didn't know. But it was clear that the men still hadn't gotten it, for here she was, three months later, still moving from place to place with the vile men. She sighed. The man was right, even if she was able to free herself, where would she go? She had no idea where she was, or what was going on with the outside world. The only thing she knew right now was the wood caring her to another place. Her hands began to slip out of their determined fist positions, but then, she remembered the orbs she held tightly in her right hand, and thus shook away the feeling of weakness, gripping the small balls tightly.

I can't give up…

The girl lifted her head, glaring towards the two men, before returning to her struggle.

"Hey, cut it out, now!" The passenger said, irritated with the fifteen year old's strong will. "I said stop it!" But she continued, her wrists already bleeding. "Shit, she's bleeding!" He hopped in to the back of the wagon with the girl, and picked her up, lifting her body in to the air. "Stop it, you little—" The wagon swayed, and the girl flew from his grip as he staggered to catch his balance. The orbs she held so tightly flew out of her hands, and rolled back to her luckily.

The man stood up straight and yelled at the other man. "Hey, be careful!"

"It wasn't me! Some animal must have hit the wagon!"

"Just watch what you're doing!"

"Don't yell at me!"

"Shut up!" The two men argued, and the horse stopped as the other man rose to fight.

"Don't tell me to shut up!" As they began to fight, the young girl struggled to gather her orbs. They were her only hope, the only thing keeping her sane. There were four orbs: one blue for water, one clear for air, one green for earth, and one red for fire. They were her friends, they were she. She managed to quickly pick up the water, earth and air orbs, but the red had disappeared. She panicked, feeling around with her limited feeling until she heard its smooth shell rolling farther and farther away; towards the edge of the wagon. She wasn't fast enough, she needed her hands, her feet; to move, to catch it. She slammed her wrapped feet on the wood as hard as she could, and a sharp pillar of rock crashed through the wagon, and through the rope that had been holding her down for so long. The two men stopped fighting, and looked at the girl who stood up like a swaggering zombie, her eyes only focusing on the orb that rolled near the edge of the wagon. She stretched out her hand, reaching for it as she attempted to move quickly (regardless of her burning wrists and ankles). She bent down, grabbed it, and smiled before falling weakly. Surely one would expect her to fall out of the wagon, and run for her life, but this girl was too weak. She couldn't think straight, she couldn't tell what was right or wrong. All she had known were the orbs and the wooden wagon for the past three months. As she fell, though, strong arms gripped her tightly, and picked her up lightly, out of the wagon. Her hand that held the orbs was picked up lightly in the man's own hand, and then was gripped tightly.

The two men gasped at the man's face, recognizing the nineteen year old lord automatically, and they whimpered, which caught the man's attention. His glare through a scar caused them to fall, and hug each other for comfort. They stood up again, though, and jumped out of the wagon from the front, grabbing the horse's reigns and jumping on to escape.

"Capture them and send them to the boiling point!" The scarred man yelled to his small army that was already chasing the men. "They get no mercy!" There was a cough from the young girl in his arms and a little shudder, and his terrifying face turned gentle as he pulled his jacket off from his shoulders, and on to his old friend's body.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a hushed voice. "We've been looking for you, Toph."