This is my first fanfic, would appreciate reviews, if there is any dodgy grammar, my bad.
Still not sure where this story is going, will be an interesting journey though.
And in the style of my good friend AriaCloudrunner:
I do not own 'Avatar: the last air bender', if I did, there would be about sixteen seasons by now. You get the point.
Also, don't be stingy in giving reviews, good or bad: I want to know if anybody cares....
Enjoy!
The water shimmered for a second, formed into a small wave, then slumped.
The powerfully built boy briefly considered somehow punishing the water, he decided against it mainly because he had no clue how you go about punishing water, also, he knew it was his fault that he was failing and was too frustrated to blame others. Instead he sat down, getting as close to the water as he could. The boy that stared back at him looked tired, no doubt from countless nights of trying to lift the water out of the jug beside his bed, with his mind. Thinking about it, it even sounded tiring.
The boy in the water looked into his eyes and said through the language of one's mind the words that he knew he needed to hear: "get a grip Sato, you are better than this thing".
"Shut up, water" he responded, annoyed that he was right. He was having conversations with himself now, for crying out loud...
Apart from the fact that he had just been put in his place by an inanimate object, he felt frustrated at the futility of it all. He had the power, he could feel it, his father had been one of the first pupils of the master who had discovered how to move the water like the moon did.
He focused with all his might, a tiny whirlpool sprang up. Inch by inch, he moved this creation to his left, a leaf was sucked into the whirlpool and it threw him off, he recovered, composed himself, and held it steady.
Just as he started to feel in control he heard a sound of rustling beside him. He nearly jumped out of his skin at seeing his best friend, Joreka sit down next to him, when she saw what he was doing, she sighed.
"You do realize that everyone in the village thinks you have gone insane...." she sighed again and put her hand on his shoulder.
They had been friends for longer than either could remember; Joreka was seventeen, his elder in years but an equal partner in their friendship. He was sixteen, although from his strong muscular looks he could pass for his best friends older brother easily, a fact that annoyed her to no end.
Lately, he had been obsessed by trying to water bend. Boys in other camps were becoming quite competent at the art discovered only recently by the water tribe. This made Sato very jealous; he was used to being good at things, never great, always good. He simply could not work this out, he could do it when he did not think about it, the second he tried however... utter and complete failure.
"I just can't work out this water bending thing. My father is so good, how can I be so terrible..." the shame he felt could only just be contained. That was the crux of the matter; he felt he was letting his father down. That was worse than any other thing could ever be. His father, for his part, was greatly supporting, but Sato could always see the slight disappointment in his mentor's eyes.
Joreka sat silently, she had also tried water bending and she had the gift. She however, did not particularly care about it: she came from a long line of medicine women, that was her true calling.
"Come on Sat" the childish nickname cheered him slightly, Joreka knew him too well. The warm up was instantly followed by the bait: "Besides" she teased "If you don't come now, however can you expect for any of my mother's rice to stay warm and steamy" Sato instantly brightened, if there was one thing he loved, it was boiled rice, the simplicity of it always made him feel more humble and in his place when the universe was conspiring against him.
With the prospect of food in his belly and the promise to return the following day, he set of, hand in hand with the only person who could have ever cheered him up from the deep depression he had been in.
Maybe things would be O.K..
Hope you liked it, if not, feel free to insult me and everyone I care about in a review!
Will publish chapter two when I work out how, and when I have writen it.
P.S. For Az: You have a fish, and a box, you put the fish IN the box. where is the fish?
In joke people, might explain some other time.