The Spirit World - Prologue
In the Spirit Swamp, nothing stirred.
A monkey meditated on a plinth, humming deeply and pondering the meanings of life, and time, and wisdom, but he didn't move. Every blade of brown-green grass was perfectly still; the murky water was so calm that it could have been glass.
Even the leaves in the canopy up above were stationary; the dappled shadows they cast over the swamp floor didn't once flutter. The whole place gave off a feeling of serenity, as though nobody had touched it for years; it seemed contented. The only sound was the quiet, hurried brushing together of cicada's wings.
But then, something broke the stillness and the quiet. A middle-aged man stumbled out from nowhere; he was disheveled, with unkempt hair and the rags of Fire Nation robes hanging off him, and he had a glint of something very close to madness in his eyes.
"My son," he called hoarsely. "Has anybody seen my son?"
A/N: So, this is an actual story, with actual chapters! Woot! Only seven, though... I can't do epics, my attention span is too sho
I don't own Avatar: TLA or any characters or settings. Thanks for coping with an abysmally short chapter.