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C H A P T E R O N E: I HAVE A DREAM
Aya sprinted through the tiny Earth kingdom town, throwing apologizes over her shoulder as she got closer and closer to the docks. Various boats from all corners of the map were loading and unloading cargo.
She looked around in desperation, hoping the ship she waited for all week hadn't left without her precious letters. She grinned happily, spotting the old captain who had promised to deliver each of her invitations.
"Caption Hoi!" she called, wildly waving her arms. He caught sight of her and sighed with exasperation, as she got closer, finally handing him the three envelopes.
"I told you I was leaving at three on the dot!"
"Why didn't you? It's 3:02," she countered cheerfully. He sighed, shaking his head. Captain Hoi constantly stopped by the island to exchange cargo with merchants and had grown fond of young Aya; she reminded him of his own daughter who died a few years back in an accident.
He ruffled her dark brown hair and boarded the little Water Tribe schooner, bellowing orders to the men. She waved eagerly from the docks, squinting until the ship vanished from sight. Eventually, the sun dipped behind the tall mountains of the island and Aya turned back to return home. Her mother, Katara and her fiancé Tyro waited for her.
She sprinted up the stone steps to the tall lighthouse where her mother ran a small inn.
"Aya!" Katara gasped, coming out from one of the guest room, totting a broom and bucket.
"Hi, Mom!" she said happily. Katara frowned quizzically.
"Where have you been?"
"No where. Just went to see off Captain Hoi," she replied. Katara's face softened. She too had grown fond of the old sailor who was their only regular guest in the run down inn. Tyro strode across the wide stone courtyard, beaming at his fiancé.
"Hello, darling!" he purred, swooping her in his thick arms and spun Aya around. She squealed in delight before kissing him quickly on the lips, embarrassed by her mother's eyes.
"Don't mind me," she joked. "I'm just old and cleaning rooms." Aya pouted at her mother's receding back, finally turning back to her love.
"Just four days, huh?" he gasped. She nodded, pressing her forehead against his. He smiled, just staring into her deep blue eyes. She nodded, her breath taken away by him love for her. They stood together, letting the sun disappear totally and be bathed in the light of a crescent moon.
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Aang circled aimlessly on Appa, looking down at the deep water beneath him. He headed to the Fire Nation, meeting with Firelord Zuko for more peace negotiations. It had been nearly twenty-three years since the end of the war and he had not stopped moving around since. He sighed, curling up on Appa's furry head and drifted quickly off to sleep as the wise flying-bison took him to his destination.
When Appa set down in the Fire Palace, Aang was awake, dressing in his formal monk garb, orange cloth with a wooden, circular talisman on his chest, depicting the sign of the Air Nomads. Zuko waited for the Avatar to get off the bison before enveloping him in a hug.
"Good to see you Aang," he said. Aang nodded in agreement. They walked together to the meeting rooms, where a short, rugged looking man awaited them, clutching two envelopes in his weather worn fist.
"Avatar. My Lord," he said, bowing deeply to each of them.
"What business do you have with us?"
"I have traveled non stop for two days to bring you these letters."
"Who from?" Aang asked. The man shook his head, simply extending the letters. The two grown men look down at the black, neat hand writing and flinched at the same time when they read the address.
A/N: Hope you liked it, sorry it's rather short. Will update soon I promise!