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PRIMA MATERIA
Prologue
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Running. Running down the steep hill. His bare feet were stabbed at by rocks and sticks as he dashed by. They were gaining on him. Soon he would be captured and put to death. He needed to get away. He needed to protect the scroll. He needed to tell someone.
He could hear them in the background now. There was no mistaking the thunder of a hundred stampeding komodo rhinos. A branch snagged his shirt, but he didn't even notice it tear. Why wasn't there anyone else around! He needed to tell someone about the scroll. Its contents could determine the outcome of the war.
He tripped.
Soon he was spiraling down the hill. Everything was a blur. He didn't care as he landed on sharp rocks that punctured his skin. His only focus was the scroll he carried.
He landed with a soft thump next to the river. Yes! A river! The Fire Nation's rhinos couldn't swim, and the soldiers couldn't produce flames when wet. He dove for the river, but a flaming arrow pinned his arm to the ground. He howled as more arrows pierced him, warm blood trickling off his skin.
The scroll! It mattered not if he died, but the scroll needed to be protected from the fire lord. With a swift movement, he hurled the scroll across the remaining distance between him and the river with his good arm. It made a gentle splash as it hit the water, and was quickly swept away by the current. The protective case would make sure the scroll would not be destroyed be the rapids.
Soldiers closed in on him, but he sighed of relief for the scroll would not fall into the Fire Nation's hands again. He giggled as flames burst towards him, and broke out in a maniacal laughter as the intense fire licked his flesh. His body was quickly reduced to charcoal, but the hysterical grin was still etched into his face. The fire benders let him burn for a few more minutes, then stabbed at the body's remains breaking it into chunks. They swept the ashes into the river.
He was now no more than a mere memory, but he had done great things. Evil had not won the battle yet. Good still had a chance.
While this was taking place, the scroll was lazily being guided down the river, waiting for someone to pick it up and read its deadly secrets.
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Luumi Comments: Wow, it's not even chapter one and I've already killed off one of my characters. ; He died for a good cause. The plot, actually. I feel like he deserves a name. He was just always 'He' or "Him.' I shall name him…Jeremy! Rest in Peace, Jeremy.