PARADOX

Chapter One: The South Pole and De-aging

I was freezing when I woke up. Why was I freezing? Last thing I remembered was slipping under a thin sheet in my underwear because it was so hot.

I peeled my heavy eyelids up as I peered around my surroundings. I was in a smallish cabin like room. I scanned the room for anything that looked even vaguely familiar.

There! There was a red flag on the wall. It had a stylized flame in the middle. I recognized it, but it shouldn't be possible. Fire Nation Flag. But it was a cartoon. It couldn't be real. Sure I've read fanfictions about this kind of thing happening but it couldn't happen to someone normal like me.

I wouldn't let it happen. Who wants to be a perfect little Mary-Sue? Not me that's for sure. I'd rather wear stripper clothes, and I was extremely modest. I wasn't going to be a Mary-Sue no way in Hell.

I scrambled out of the ratty bed and promptly fell on my face when my feet didn't reach the floor when expected. I was shorter than I had been when I went to sleep.

"Goddamned cliches!" I swore out loud as I picked myself up from where I had fallen. A distorted reflection caught my attention, I found my gaze on a grime incrusted mirror. Now that I noticed it the whole room was grimy and dusty. Even the bed I had just gotten out of.

I used a corner of the dirty sheet from the bed to clean off the mirror and took a look at myself. And repeated my earlier phrase. "Goddamned cliches!" I was younger again. I was around six or seven. I was thinner than I had been in years.

"Damn it! I was almost old enough to drink. I only had three years left now I have to wait almost fourteen years." I swore. "I could really use a drink." I thought out loud staring at my reflection.

I opened my mouth and smiled at the mirror. Yep, seven. When I was seven I used a horrendously complicated method to remove two of my front teeth. It had involved a really long piece of string, a tree, a bumper that was still attached to a car, and a door. Looking back it was extremely stupid but my brother had got a dollar for loosing one tooth; to my younger logic, twice the teeth lost, twice the reward gained. Hindsight really is twenty-twenty.

So I was seven years old, in an obnoxiously cold place on an abandoned Fire Nation ship. Great. (If it wasn't obvious enough for you the last part was sarcasm).

Well, no use moaning over what I didn't have. I might as well see what I did have. I was dressed in a thick blue parka with cream colored pants and brown boots that reached just below my knees. Around my wrists gloves were attached via a thin but strong cord, obviously so they didn't fall. My hair was a bit shorter then I normally had it, it barely brushed the base of my neck. It was still a deep brown color but it looked a little darker than normal, more black than brown. My eyes had changed though. They were ocean blue with little flecks of storm cloud gray swimming in the blue. My skin was the same shade as normal, light peach color, I had a slight sunburn considering it was summer in my world.

Because I was in the Avatar the Last Airbender world I figured I better choose a different name before I started on anything else. Kori, no that doesn't sound like me at all. Mizuki, no that reminds me of that asshole from Naruto. Saki, no sounds like rice wine too much. Kiara, that was a pretty name. And I had always liked it since I watched Lion King 2.

So now my name was Kiara.

I slipped out of the room and began my search. I picked my way around any trip wires and moved the useful stuff to my room and the room next to it. The armory was a gold mine. There were dozens of spears, which I could use to attempt to catch fish. There were half a dozen spark rocks, what firebenders needed them for was lost on me. Several old maps that were ready to crumble into dust and blow away. Books on customs, culture, and etiquette of the Fire Nation. Scrolls on spear fighting, duo dao swords, firebending (beginner through master), the spirits, other weapons, preserving food stuffs, and much much more found squirreled away where ever there was room.

There was a large pile of coal; giant pots probably used to feed dozens of soldiers at a time, knifes, whetstones, ladles, there was even some food stuffs that had been preserved. There was a lot of rope, several nets, nearly two hundred brand new candles, there was a whole bunch of currency I had no clue about. There was even a flute like instrument which looked like it had seen better days. Not to mention journals of the soldiers, their clothes, rut sacks, armor, hammocks the soldiers slept in, and other personal effects. There were the large drums that stored fresh water, which had been frozen after not being heated for some time. A tea pot and box of various tea leaves, a first aid kit as big as my torso. And other little things I couldn't really name quite yet.

It just hit me. I was in the South Pole. That shows our scientists whose boss. Apparently life can survive at the poles because the water tribe that lives near here obviously had survived.

And I would survive too.

A/N: So what do you guys think? Should I continue? Or not? I have the next four or five chapters written out they just need typed up with some minor editing as I go along. So send me some feed back. I will update about every other day. I'm in school now so I don't have time to update everyday like I did for Akakittens. Sorry.