Hello one and all! Welcome to my Second fanfic. Basically, this Idea struck me one day when I just so happened to be re-reading the Tenth Power and watching Avatar at the sametime. Because, basically, if you think about it, Chanters and Benders are the same thing, except for the fact that Chanters use their voice, not their bodies and aren't limited to just the four elements. This is based in the generation AFTER the end of both stories so if you havent finished one of them, you may be a little confused. And if you're wondering, I named the main character Mica because *ahem*spoiler*ahem* remember in the last book when the thing, with the spear and the Mica and the dead, and Calwyn promised that the first daughter that she and Darrow would have would be named Mica... THATS WHY!!! :D

Now, on with the show (...story, whatever...)!

"Mica! It's time for dinner!" I heard my mother call. I stood up and walked in the direction of her voice, careful to keep my walking stick in front of me so that I wouldn't run into anything.

Hello, little niece. I heard in my head.

"Uncle Halasaa," I cried in delight, turning around to give him a hug. How are you? It was harder to speak like one of the tree people than out loud to talk, but Halasaa always seemed to be happy when I tried.

"I am fine," said his husky voice. He was still working on speaking aloud, but he was getting better. I will help you back to the house.

"Thank you." I said, out of common courtesy, but I was a little irked. I hated how, just because I was born without sight, everyone felt like I was venerable and needed help for the tiniest little things. Then, I also hated that I had to be treated 'special' and 'delicately' just because I was the daughter of the Singer of All Songs and the Lord of the Black Palace.

It is not their fault that society has made this a good gesture.

Crap, I was thinking to loud again. I heard a faint laugh from the general direction of my Uncle.

"But society isn't law," I grumbled. I was about to add something else, but I heard the sound of my mother screaming and my father was yelling something incoherent. "Mama! Papa!" I called, breaking the hold that Halasaa had on my arm and running in the direction of the screaming.

Before long, I could feel heat coming from somewhere, and the tingle I get in my finger tips when magic is being used. "Mica! Run, lass, run!" I heard the unexpected voice of Tonno from somewhere to my right, the slight tinge of fear in his voice sounding completely wrong.

"This way," said the very feminine voice as hands grabbed my arms and pulled me in the opposite direction.

"Keela, what's going on?" I asked.

"Questions later, the first thing on the agenda is safety," She said in an exhausted, frightened tone.

"But Mother and Father -," I began.

"Can fend for themselves," She snapped in a harsh whisper.

Suddenly we stopped and I could almost feel the fear and confusion rolling off of the woman. "Keela?"

"What in the-," I barely heard come out of her mouth before a sudden pulling sensation pulled me off of my feet and consciousness abandoned me.

OoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooO

I groaned. Every inch of my body felt like a sorcerer had slammed a huge boulder on my body repeatedly. I attempted to stretch anyway, but hissed slightly in pain. Rapping the soft covers I had surrounding me around my body I turned over and – wait. When did I get into my bed? Why do the blankets feel so different? And why haven't I noticed the feel of someone staring at me before?

"Who is there?" I demanded, bolting upright – and instantly regretting it, but I didn't show it.

"Don't strain yourself," Soft hands grabbed onto me gently and tried to pull me down to my pillow, but I didn't move, I just glared at – well, whatever was in front of me.

"Who are you?"

The voice of the soft hands sighed. "My name is Katara, and you are?"

"Mica," I replied stiffly. "Where am I?"

"You're in the Western Air Temple."

"Where? How is that possible? I was just on one of the Islands of Firthana with my mo -," I gasped. What had happened to Mama and Papa? Why had they been screaming? And – "Where's Keela?"

The woman – Katara – took a breath to say something when the door (and a big sounding one at that) burst open and the voice of a small boy said, "Mommy, is she – Oh, she's awake! Look her eyes are all cloudy like Tophs!"

I scowled, "Are you trying to imply something?"

"Huh?" I guess this kid doesn't understand big words yet.

"Laino, why don't you go find your father or your sister?" She said softly.

"But Daddy's really down 'bout something and Sissy won't play air-ball with me and uncle Sokka can't play air-ball with me…" the boy whined.

"What about Momo? Why don't you play with him? Or Appa?" She asked.

"Yeah!" He exclaimed as if the idea just struck him and noisily ran out the door.

She sighed in exasperation and began again, "You were the only one we found."

"Found?"

"MmmHmm, out of nowhere we found you in one of the rooms of the temple."

We sat in silence for a little while before I realized something. "So, I- I'm," my voice began to shake when the thought of not seeing my mother or father or my few friends and family ever again came to my mind. "I'm all alone." The first tear slid down my face, then the next and the next, and the same soft hands wrapped around me in a hug as I sobbed into the shoulder of the woman who suddenly reminded me very strongly of my mother.

Well, that was a depressing chapter... but oh well.
But what did you think? Please tell me, some constructive critisism would be great! And you do that by... REVIEWING!!! ;D

Wierdo