Hey peoples! Thanks for coming to read my first fan fiction! I'm used to writing stories, so if my descriptions are too long just tell me in your review (should you choose to). Sorry if my action sequences are too long, too short, or boring (please tell me if that is the case)! I've never written action sequences before, so they'll probably suck. Also, if there were anything else you would like to tell me to help make my story better, say so (a.k.a. constructive criticism welcome). I don't appreciate getting flames, but then again, what author does, so if you don't like something please put it… tactfully. I'm sorry if it takes a long time to update. This will probably be a long story, so to reduce time I won't take a hiatus unless I really need it. I hope you enjoy reading my story! With no further ado, let the story begin.
The girl strode forward purposefully. Her hair was red, an unusual color where she came from. She was dressed casually, but the reds and insignia marked her as one of the Fire Nation, if not a fire bender also. Her eyes were a deep amber, more red than gold. She looked about fifteen, but it was hard to tell. She looked like she'd seen more than other teens her age had. She had a determined air, and the look of one who had been traveling a long time. The forest was still and quiet, almost unnaturally so. But the girl didn't seem to mind.
As she entered the clearing, she slowed to what people would think was a casual stroll, but she was watching her surroundings carefully. Someone had been following her, and she was determined to find out whom. She had been expecting this. She hadn't exactly tried to make herself look inconspicuous, but then again, she didn't really need to. She strode to the center of the clearing and waited. She decided to amuse herself. Setting the small pack slung around her back on the ground beside her, she tried to look as tired, as stupid, and as unwatchful as possible, like some city-bred girl who had only been on short walks before. True, she was born in the capital, but she had been wandering a long time. A pair of eyes gleamed in the forest to her right. She narrowed her eyes, cat-like, weighing the odds. If this person, or these people, were friendly, they would have shown themselves before. But she was part of the Fire Nation, so people had a right to be nervous. Crap. Commander Iroh had always said that she thought too much before a battle. Only think what you must in a battle. What you are doing, what your adversary is doing, and what they are going to do next. Then you can figure out what you shall do next. Think about the chain reactions that will be caused by your actions. Do this, and you will live a lot longer. Oh, screw it all. She'd find out in a second. With a war cry, she launched herself at the eyes. The person cried out in pain as she tackled them. She grabbed its arm and flipped them out into the clearing. She wasted no time, and dragging the person over to her pack, opened it and tied then person's arms up with a rope she always carried with her.
Now that they weren't fighting, she got a good look at them. It was a boy, and he was a lot younger than her. "Why were following me?" she stated simply. The boy glared at her but said nothing. "What's your name?" the girl asked. After a long pause in which the girl thought he wouldn't reply, he said, " The Duke… And when Jet and the rest of my group comes, they're going to kick your filthy Fire Nation butt!" The girl looked at him, wondering whether she should slap him. But he was just a little kid. Suddenly, she smiled dangerously. "We'll see whosebutt gets kicked. Stay here." She paused. "On second thought, I'll just tie you to a tree." She did, and then hid, making sure that "The Duke" couldn't see her. She didn't have to wait long. A group of teens and kids came out of the trees a few minutes later. A teenager, presumably the leader, stepped forward and exclaimed, "Duke! Who did this to you?"
"Some Fire Nation girl," Duke replied as one of the boys cut him free. "She went that way Jet!" The teenager, Jet, looked in the direction he was pointing. "Alright guys. Let's go kick some Fire Nation ass," Jet ordered. The girl looked at them, smiling, from directly behind them. Getting herself in position, she tensed her muscles. Just when the group of boys started walking in the opposite direction, she launched herself from the bush. The boys were completely taken by surprise. Her first punch caught one of the boys under the chin. He dropped like a stone, out cold. One down, fifty thousand to go, she thought to herself. She kicked out at one of the boys, but before the kick landed she was tackled roughly from someone to her side.Crap, she thought, as the person's foot kicked her in the stomach, forcing all the air out of her lungs. With a growl she flipped the person over and pinned them down. It was The Duke. Curse the person who lethim go. I hate doing things twice. Lifting him up, she threw (lighter than she normally would have, since he was young) into a person who was about to land a heavy punch on her. He stumbled backwards with an "Oof!" Unfortunately, while she had been busy with Duke, the rest of the band had regrouped and boxed her in. She was outnumbered and outgunned, but, as Commander Iroh had told her, they were outmatched. Time to drop the bombshell on these uppity boys. Conjuring a fireball around her right fist, she slammed it into the nearest boy's face. That'll teach him, she thought, rather smugly. Suddenly a MASSIVE teen loomed in front of her, blocking her path. "Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?" he asked her. Hell, boy, I'll never be your size. Crouching, she kicked out with both of her legs, hoping to unbalance him. It worked, and he toppled over several other boys. She made sure he stayed down with a swift punch to the head. The next few minutes were a whirl of fists, legs, and fireballs.
When it was all over, almostthe entire band of boys were facedown in the dirt, unconscious. The leader was still up, looking at her with a shocked expression that quickly turned to rage. Before the girl hadn't gotten a good look at him. Now she did. She narrowed her eyes in hate. She knew him. He was going to pay for all the pain he had done to her. After all these years, here she was, face-to-face with her enemy. "You," she hissed.
"You," he said mildly, looking at her with disgust.
She conjured a fireball. The boy, Jet, got into a fighting stance. She did the same. Charging at each other, the boy threw a punch at her, while she hurled a fireball. Both of them dodged their opponents attacks. After several minutes going on like this and getting nowhere, they tackled each other, each punching whatever part of their opponent they could find, heedless to their own hurts. Finally the girl flipped him onto his back and pinned him down. Conjuring a fireball, she held it close to his face. How she wanted to end his miserable existance right then and there. But something inside her held her back. In a way, he was like her. He had suffered the same as she. "I won't let you get off next time. Consider yourself lucky," she hissed in his ear, before punching him in the forehead, knocking him out.
The girl grimaced. What was she going to do with them? Suddenly, she had an idea.
Smiling at a job well done, she got more rope out of her pack and tied all the boys to the tree she had tied The Duke to. It was a big tree, and all the boys fit around it. But not, the girl thought with a grin, comfortably. She looked at them, and realized something was missing. With a smile, she got a piece of water- proof paper out of her pack. She had known it would come in handy.
Twenty minutes after the strange girl had first stopped in the clearing, she was on the road again.
Several hours later a group of Fire Nation soldiers trooped past the place the girl had stopped at. Their leader, a burly man, was in a terrible mood. The soldiers, wary of their leader's temper, were utterly quiet. It didn't matter what he was mad about, it only mattered that he didn't turn his anger on them. He did anyway. "Can't you girls move any FASTER? We have convicts to catch here!" To himself he thought, Why am I wasting my time on this ridiculous job when my talents would be better used elsewhere? He glanced down at his clipboard, where the orders for who he was to arrest were written, signed byAdmiral Zhao in accordance to Fire Lord Ozai's orders.
They entered the clearing, the commander muttering under his breath. He stopped abruptly when he saw what was there. "What the-," one of his soldiers started. He was broken off by a glare from his commander. In the little clearing a group of boys glared at the Fire Nation soldiers, tied to a tree. Across one of the teens' neck was a large sign that said, "ARREST US!" The officer smiled and looked down at the clipboard again, checking the description of who to arrest. In large letters his warrant stated, "Commander, I hereby give you an order to arrest the following person(s): one Jet and his band of children, wanted for thievery, murder, and ransacking several villages under Fire Nation control. Arrest immediately upon finding them. Descriptions given below." His job was now a hell of a lot easier.
Now that you've read my first chappie, please review!Oh, and the whole Jet thing will be explained in later chapters. Can anyone tell that I don't like Jet? For any Jet lovers, you might not like this fic. He's going to be REALLY horrible later on.Also, this is an adventure/ romance story, and I was thinking about doing Zuko xOC pairing, but any suggestions would be helpful. However, I would like your opinion on this matter. Sorry that my first chapter is short, the rest will probably be longer!