Dimensionwalker (an Avatar: the last Airbender fan fiction)

by Kevmo Mack

Chapter 1

A young man fell and rolled down a hill and hit a tree, losing consciousness on impact.

His eyes flickered open and saw clouds passing slowly and closely over his face. Leaning up he noticed that he is in a light brown basket in the sky. Directly a crossed from him sat a fourteen year old girl in a light blue robe and black pants, with black hair down to her waist, braided into a pony tail with two strands of hair pinned from the back of her head to the top of her forehead. Struggling to keep his jaw from dropping at her intense beauty, he sat against the side of the basket. As he did that a boy about fifteen in similar, but shorter robes and pants began hovering over him with suspicious eyes probing him. The girl turns around and says, "Good your awake, you had us worried there for a while. What caused you to fall down that hill in the middle of Fire Nation territory?"

"He's Fire Nation Katara, why did we bring him?" said the boy.

"Sokka he's not Fire Nation, he isn't even dressed in Fire Nation clothes," scolded the girl.

A boy suddenly perks his head over the side of the basket saying, "She's right you know Sokka."

"Humph, I still don't trust him," replied the other boy, as he sulked back to his side of the basket.

"You never trust anyone Sokka. Excuse my brothers rudeness; he's actually very nice after you get to know him. My name is Katara, that's my brother Sokka and up there is Aang and Momo,"at the mention of his name, the boy on the other side of the basket waved at him, "and the great creature you are riding on is called Appa. What's your name?" asked Katara

"My name is Doran, nice to meet you all. Might I ask where my sword is?" asked Doran feeling his waste for the hilt instinctively.

Sokka got up holding the sword in the middle of the sheath in his right hand. "You'll get it back when I'm sure you can be trusted."

"I have to have that sword. It is mine, I would like it back," said Doran rising and extending his hand.

"Not until I know you can be trusted," Sokka said again more sternly.

"Fine, how can I prove that I'm not whatever it is you think I am?"

"Simple, explain to me why you were in the Fire Nation's borders."

"If I told you, you would not believe me."

"Your right, I wouldn't," Sokka shouted.

"You want to know!" Doran shouted back, " I'm a person who can walk between worlds! I am a person who acquires a new power unique to each world he visits! I am what have become known by my world as a dimension walker! This world is in an entirely different parallel universe to my own! This was the sentence for a crime I did not commit, and my goal is to eventually make it back to my home! That is why I must have my sword! If you do not give it back, I will take it from you, and you will not like how I do it!" he finished, huffing and puffing.

Doran (pronounced Door-Ron)

As he finished, everyone's jaw had dropped in disbelief. There was a long awkward silence that fallowed. Sokka was the first to break this silence. "Well, I can see why you said I would not believe what you had to say, it's complete science fiction. Walking to another world is impossible, it defies all science I know."

"What little you know of science is nothing compared to what I know of the subject. Now will you give me my sword or not."

"I believe him, Sokka, despite how absurd it sounds, I believe him," said Katara.

" I do to, my ability to travel to the spirit world is similar, and that means he can do it, although I don't know how he would," said Aang.

"If I give you your sword, perhaps you will demonstrate this phenomenon?" asked Sokka holding out the sword.

" Very well, Aang would you mind landing this thing?" said Doran taking the sword.

"His name is Appa, call him that ok," said Aang indignantly.

"Sorry, could you land Appa please?" asked Doran.

"Sure, Appa YippYipp!" yelled Aang.

Suddenly the basket tilted down to a steep angle and sped towards the ground, leveled out and touched the ground.

"Wow that was fast, now for that demonstration," said Doran jumping out of the basket onto the ground. The others stayed inside of the basket on top of the large fluffy white six-legged monster with a broad rudder like tail and an arrow running down it's back. Doran walked forward a couple of yards away then gripped the hilt of his sword and drew it quickly from the sheath in an up word slant. A jagged rip appeared in front of him, showing a place of green fields and humongous predatory looking reptilian animals. Several started to run towards the rift. Quickly Doran brought the sword back across the opening sealing it up.

"Dang that was close," he said sheathing the sword and turning around to see everyone's jaw dropped again. "Well, satisfied?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"How did you do that?" asked Sokka in amazement.

"This sword has the technology to do it, but you don't have the knowledge to recreate it."

"That was amazing," said Katara.

"Thank you, thank you, I intend to be here for a short time and help you in what ever way possible. But first, I need to acquire my unique power, what is the thing that is unique among the people your world?" asked Doran.

"Bending," said Aang using his airbending to jump from Appa's head.

"Now that's something cool, but since you didn't give me a specific, there's more than one right?" asked Doran.

"Yes, there's Earth, Water, Fire, and Air," explained Katara.

"Nice, I'll take water, it is what created all life on the planet," he said, drawing his sword and walking to a near by stream. He lifted the sword and put the blade in his hand then clenched it and pulled the blade out, wincing as blood slipped through his fingers. Katara gasped as she saw the blood and held her hands to her face. Once the tip had left his palm, he opened his hand, looked to make sure there was a nice deep long cut in the middle, and thrust it into the stream. The water around his hand turned red and fallowed the flow down stream. Then his hand started to glow and the blood began to travel back up the river and into his hand. When he removed his hand, there was no scar, and no cut. He did a quick back flip and pulled some water out of the stream and molded it into a ball between his hands.

"Wow, this is cool," said Doran, holding the ball as it is and swiveling his hands around it.

Again everyone's jaws hung open in amazement.