Hello. I was bored, and started writing this. I had no inspiration or anything, so if it's random, blame boredom please. The usual stuff at the beginning of a chapter/ story. No flames, yadda yadda yadda. Who likes flames. Flamers: Jump in a pool, and write some nice comments on stories for once. If you have had a REALLY bad day, flame. I'm a big boy. I can take it. Please forgive my name. When I made it I was a complete Zutara freak. Zutara is not going to happen. Katar is probably going to marry some Water Tribe person anyways, and Aang is going to marry the first air nomad he see's, so... Zuko will be a virgin or marry Mai. Haven't decided if Toph and sokka, Sokka and Suki, or Sokka and Tai Lee. Oh well. Not my decision. I think I'm stalling with the sotry to bump it, or to think of a story line.
Again, usual. DISCLAIMER: A:TLA is not mine, and if it was, I would sell it, because some raving fanatics would buy it for a handsome sum. Get it? Some; sum. Ha Ha Ha. I pun alot, though maybe not as much as Peirs Anthony; Xanth, but even so, get used to it. Want to start the sotry yet, and stope my droning, if that's how it feels to you. Maybe for the people who fell that my words are brighter than they are, I should Keep going for another hundred words or so. Nah. This first bit is getting boring. Okay, story. Finally. Maybe I come mix up something while I'm winging this story. Ok, stopping with this and writing a Fanfic story now, of the top of my head. This is not about Aang or any of the Gaang. They may be in it, but not a main person. Jump into my story now please. I'd better open it before you jump. 'Look before you leap', after all. Here we go!
Run, the thief thought as he dashed out of the jewelry shop. Katara's Jems. He remembered the name from when he was sneaking in. He ran until he thought his heart would stop. The tall, adolescent thief searched the pavement below for the trapdoor to his hideout. Then it started to rain, which made the teen on the ground swear. The rain might make his hands slippery and he might not be able to find the trap door before the authorities caught up to him. He looked up, and saw that the travellers dirt path ahead of him was clean. He had heard of the owner of the shop he had stolen from, by reputation at least, and knew that she was a water bender. Maybe she had found him and was trying to psyche him so the local police could catch up. but, he figured, her reputaion said she had a fiesty temper, and if stolen from, would likely fill his chest with icicles an hour before she even thought of waiting so she could get answers to who, what, where, when, why, and how. He, of course, knew the cause for his, and likely 90 of the Southern Water Tribe's thieves, was money. Before, when all the capable men were pulled off the war, money was in abundance. Now, all the men were home, so reproduction rates went skyrocketing, so money was only for the rich, now. And the thieves, of course. The teen was deep in thought of what was causing the rain to fall in one spot, when a foot in the back broke that chain of thought. As foot and back collided the rain stopped, and another being was on the floor. As the thief was flying through the air, he could hear the steps of the pair. A male; the one who kicked him, and a female. As he collided into a building's wall, he was sure that one if these two was a bender, maybe both. As a thin bolt of water struck him, he knew it was the girl; a scientific study reported that a girl's waterbeam was thinner than one of a male bender. One of them spoke in a deep voice; the male of the two
"What's your name? Speak, or it might get mighty unpleasant. For you at least." Being a true thief, who could usually withstand any form of torture to get out of any predicament that a thief would get into, the adolescent didn't speak.
Then the two people behind the young man hurled the most possible torture for the black clad kid on the floor. He hated heat, and hated rain. He then got both. But as they say, there's always a silver lining on the blackest of clouds, but the silver lining on this thundercloud was gray for the thief. The black part: He couldn't withstand the hot rain for long, and would soon talk, the worst possible fate for a caught thief. And the silver lining, which was not very helpful; just information, the male was a fire bender. After a minute or so, the boy couldn't hold it in any longer.
"I'm Mathies Lopa. I stole from the jewelery shop because I'm poor, and I could soon hold a black market with them and all the other stolen items that I have in my secret base. I have no partners; I don't trust anybody but myself, which I'm starting to doubt now that I'm caught. My parents died in the war, so I inhereted the house, and couldn't pay the taxes, so that's why I'm stealing. So I can have a proper house to live." Mathies had turned over by now, and he could see a glint of pity on the womans eye.
"Mohaa?" she said in a soft voice to the firebender. The firebender shook his head and said,
"No Linaa. I thief is a thief, no matter what the cause for starting to steal. I'll tie him up." Mohaa kneeled down and tied up the young thief. He stood up and nodded. He shot up fire into the air and she shot up water into the air. When Mathies looked up, he saw the letters P, E and half of an A blazing in the air, red, orange, and yellow fire. It reminded the boy of his parent's fireplace on a cold winters night. Beside the flamewas a gentle, stream-like water in the shape of the other half of the A -- steam was coming from where the two A's connected -- a C and an E. It was a beautiful word. PEACE.