Hey guys! A new fanfiction, focusing on Tenzin's brother, Bumi! Loving Legend of Korra so far, so I'll try and keep this up-to-date. Enjoy!

The Legend of Korra : Bumi's Story.

Chapter 1 : Escape from the North Pole

I laughed at their feeble attempts at guarding my cell. It wasn't my fault that Momo Jr. decided he wanted the flower on top of the Princess' hat, is it? Yet I was the one locked up in a mound of snow, and he was floating about outside, making his little lemur noises at me.

"Go away," I told him. "If they hear noise, they'll come and check it out.

I rolled the pebble between my palms. Concentrate, you fool, you weren't known as an air-bending prodigy for nothing. Right, deep breath.

I blew the pebble far down the hall, which turned from ice to metal about halfway through. It clattered around a corner, drawing away the attention of the guards. I sucked in, and the keys from the latter's belt zoomed into my hand which was stretched through the bars.

"Brilliant!" I whispered, and swiftly unlocked the cell.

I could hear the guard talking around the corner, searching for the source of the noise. Creeping down the corridor, I hid in an empty cell as they returned to their post. Soon they'd find out that the sleeping me in the bed was just a mass of pillows and a melon for a head.

I ran a hand over my smooth cranium, tattooed with the traditional air-nomad arrow. Following the scent of stewed sea-prunes, I found myself at the guardroom. Three old guys, snoozing in chairs, and leaning against the cupboard-

"My staff!" I whispered, excited.

A gust of air blew it into my hand, knocking over a teapot as it did so.

I dived forward, and landed just under the china pot, blowing gently from my mouth, holding it in the air. I gripped the handle, and gently replaced it on the table, breathing out with relief as I did so. I backed out of the room slowly, hands in front of me so I could see where they were.

CRASH! I'd knocked something with my foot, and it had caused swords and spears to fall from the walls in a domino-effect. I ran for it before the guards could wake, but someone caught a glimpse of my bright-yellow tunic.

"Run-run-run-run-run!" I egged myself on, using the air around me to push myself forward.

The Exit! At last, my feet barely touched the floor I was so excited for freedom. I was almost at the door, so close to escaping when two guard stepped in front of it.

No choice. I flattened my limbs against my body, so I was in a straight line, and jumped through an open window. The guards gave exclamations of shock and amazement; nobody would ever dare to jump out of a prison window, one that sat on a cliff this high over the sea! But I'm not your usual prison escapee; I'm Bumi, son of the last Avatar, Aang.

I grinned as my glider spread its fan-like wings, and I could push myself high into the sky, soon joined by Momo Jr. I grinned at the winged-lemur, who is already chattering to me in his monkey-tongue. To show I don't understand him, I bat at him with a free hand, and he spirals away, screeching at me. I laughed, and began to glide upside-down, watching the clouds chase each other across the sky.

"Annnnnnd… Stop!" I grin, folding the glider and landing on the docks.

Ah, I'd forgotten to pick up my money whilst I was in the guard-room. I suppose I was too busy with the teapot. It's not good for a guy in his twenties to forget his wallet; how else is he meant to buy girls drinks at the nearest bar?

I laughed at myself; my older brother would be complaining and lecturing me on my womanising. An Air-Nomad should dedicate himself to one woman, and love her wholly as he did with his wife Pema, and our Father did with our Mother. Not my fault. Right woman hasn't come along, I didn't particularly want her to. Especially with this busty water-tribe girl strolling right past me…

"Hey, Miss?" I call after her, and she turns, confused.

"Me?" she asked, still looking around for another option.

"Yes, sorry!" I laugh. "Just wondering, can you lend me some money? I really, really need to get out of here."

She looks insulted, and I wasn't surprised when she walked off, turning her head so that her long plait smacked me in the face. I sigh, annoyed because water-tribe girls are so frosty. Not like Earth-Nation chicks. They're all stern at first but then they melt in your arms…

Focus, Bumi, focus! I flicked my forehead irritably, because I know that if I kept thinking about women, I'd be screwed. How to get back to Republic City… Where the girls are even more willing- No! I cry out, frustrated at my short attention span, something I'd inherited from my Father.

"Damn," I curse, running a hand over my smooth head. "How am I-?"

"REPUBLIC CITY!" A guy with a boat is shouting. "LAST CHANCE TO GET TO REPUBLIC CITY!"

I blink, because this has been too easy. I wander up to him casually.

"Hey there…" I adopt an easy-going, lazy manner. "Fancy giving me a ride… you know… for free?"

He looks at me like I'm stupid. And then tells me to get lost.

"No, come on!" I grip his shoulders. "Please! I need to get on this boat!"

I'm shaking him, and don't realise that I'm at least a head taller than him until he squeaks his assent. I jump up into the air, ecstatic, and float down gently, bowing my head more times than necessary.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" I grin.

"Not so fast," he grabs my tunic as I make to board the ship. "You'll be working to keep yourself on board."

I blink. Work? I haven't worked a day in my life. I'm the son of the last Avatar. Sure, he didn't know me very long, but I-

"Here," when I wake up from my daydream, I'm on the boat, and the guy's pushed an apron, a mop, and a bucket at me. "Get moving."

I watched him go, before letting everything drop to the ground. Screw that, I'm not going to mop the floor!

"Hey," a big guy, white overalls and an apron. Puffy hat. "You got that water on my foot."

"Ah, sorry," I apologise, noticing his group of friends with cooking knives standing behind him. "Here, let me…"

A powerful blast of air dries off his shoe, but it also knocks his hat from his head and it lands in a pot of stew.

"Ah, my bad," I laugh nervously, as the guy lets out a growl. "Sorry about that… Anyway… gotta get mopping!"

I grab my dropped belongings and rush outside of the kitchen. My jaw drops open at the sight of below deck.

IT. IS. FILTHY.

The sooner I get back to Republic City, the better.

** Okay, just saying if some of you realise this and litter me with picky reviews, I only just looked at the Avatar Wiki, and it says Bumi is a non-bender. Screw this! I'm not stopping writing now, so there.

*** And I also know that Bumi's meant to be older than Tenzin, but I think the story works better with him as younger, so try to get over that. ;)