Okay I'm only going to say this once:
I don't own any of Avatar last airbender in any way in any of the chapters to this story.
Fragment: Well that's a load off my chest, on with the story.
A shadow of a story.
Prologue.
Why had I gotten so angry? I should know better by now. The thought whirled around and around in my head in my semi-conscious state. It was very cold and wet. The only thing that stopped me sinking to the depths of the unknown below was an old, broken barrel. I couldn't open my eyes, my strength had deserted me. All I could do was lay on the barrel waiting. Waiting for the time I could do something…
A giant metal ship sliced slowly through the water. A wise decision in these icy waters. A solder in crimson armour shouted to his crew mates and everyone was suddenly at the side railings of the ship. They were all looking at a motionless figure in the water on a timeworn barrel. When the ship was close enough, a solder climbed down on rope ladders. When he came back on board he wasn't alone. It was a woman. She had silky long hair to her mid back; it was as black as the unreachable depths of the ocean. On her slender figure she was wearing black rags. Her skin as pale as the moon itself.
A kindly old man observed her.
"She is still breathing. We need to get her in the warmth before she dies from the cold."
My vision flickered. There were people around me.
"I don't remember being so close to the tribe…" I thought. My world went black and I knew no more.