Ah, just another ordinary day for the naive, little youngster named Deokman – more of those wearisome history lessons from her ever-beloved mentor, Master Wolcheon. Though the old master's teaching are well-loved by his senior students, it isn't to a child like Deokman. She would rather consume her precious time playing with the chubby flying Hipposaurs in their smelly corrals than hear any more of the 'Precepts of the Four Elemental Relics' and such. Besides, being the only student in a class makes Deokman lonesome, raising her level of downright boredom to the maximum.

"Sheesh, when will these discussions end?" Deokman muttered quietly, blowing off the single strand of hair framing her face.

"Is something the matter, my child?" asked Master Wolcheon as he made a quick turn, temporarily putting a halt writing in the dust-covered chalkboard. "Is something bothering you?"

"Oh, uh, nothing, master!" chuckled the young child rubbing the back of her head. "I... just... said that... um... your lessons are VERY interesting."

"I see. Well then, to see if you're really listening, let me ask you several questions regarding our past lessons."

"Ah... okay," gulped a nervous Deokman, with a seemingly uneasy expression on her eyes. "Let's begin."

"First question – what is the capital of the Earth Kingdom?"

"Hmm, let's see," whispered Deokman, rubbing her chin and thinking deeply. "Po-Wan Sen? No, that's not it. How about Pi-Wen Soon? No, no, it's not the right name."

The child kept on wild guessing for about a minute. Surely, she knows the name of the capital, as Wolcheon had already discussed this matter for a hundred times. The only problem is that Deokman doesn't know that correct pronunciation, being a dainty child with a feeble tongue incapable to articulate such 'historical' words. Finally, Wolcheon offered to help his baffled pupil.

"Having trouble, my child?"

"Well, I can't say it out right, master," complained Deokman. "Is it Pi-Wun-Son?"

"You're so close to getting it right, my child. Alright I'll tell it to you. It's Pi-Wan-Xan. Get it?"

"Yes, master, I do. Now, can we move on to the next one?"

"Very well, then. Second question – what is the name of the Divine mother goddess?"

"Wait a second! Is she even real?" the young child queried in a delirious manner. "I mean, no ONE believes in her! She's just a dumb old myth told..."

"Uh, Deokman, just answer the ques..."

"...told by old people, like... like YOU."

"Deokman! My word! We should never, ever show disrespect and disdain to the goddess and the spirits!" Master Wolcheon hollered out exasperatedly. "And... I... I'm NOT that old!"

"But... you're sixty-se..."

"Silence! I've had enough!" interrupted the furious teacher as he slammed the book he was carrying hard into his sturdy oak desk, dispersing itchy dust around the area.

For a few minutes – 3, to be precise – there came a moment of silence in the room, only to be disrupted by a strong air current that abruptly blasted its way into the classroom. As the infuriated teacher looked closely at the eyes of his lone, affrighted student, he saw a solitary tear rolling down the child's crimson cheeks. As fast as he could, Wolcheon hurriedly went down the wooden platform he was standing on to console the sobbing child.

"I'm so sorry for losing my temper, Deokman. Promise, it won't happen again."

Wolcheon hugged the weeping child and rubbed the tear from Deokman's face with his wrinkled thumb.

Deokman giggled, let out a sigh of manifest relief, giggled, and said, "I'm okay master, I forgive you. Oh, and, sorry for being so rude a while back. I didn't mean to."

"It's alright, my dear, it's alright," was Wolcheon's prompt, earnest response, hugging the child tight into his bosom straightaway.

Just as the two broke off from their cordial hug, they went to sit near the window for calming fresh air. When they sat down, Deokman noticed the golden medallion that hung on the aged bookshelf suddenly started to move, swaying slowly in a left-right motion.

"Uh, master, why is the medallion dangling from the bookshelf swinging?" asked Deokman wonderingly, pointing straight off to the moving object with her index finger. "I mean, no one's moving it."

Right at the moment when Wolcheon turned around to look at the thing Deokman was pointing to, he felt a miniscule piece of dirt fall from above, landing on his nose.

Wolcheon picked up the dirt on his nozzle, and asked himself, "Hmm, is something awry going on with the ceiling? Why, this never happened before!

And then...

"VACATE THE PLACE AT ONCE! EARTHBENDER AMBUSH IN THE MOUNTAIN HEADQUARTERS!" one of the guards cried out loud.

All of a sudden, a violent tremor shook the entire place, and shocked everyone, especially Deokman, as this was her very first time to experience an earthquake take place – a risky one.

"AH! Master, what's going on?" yelled Deokman, clinging fast to the old man's cloak. "Is what they have been calling a... um... an e-e-earthshake?"

"An Earthquake, my dear," replied a trembling Wolcheon docking down to avoid the falling debris and holding the child tightly. "No time for trivia now, Deokman, we've got to lea..."

However, before the duo could even get out of the headquarters to escape the murderous, fierce earthbenders outside, Deokman pulled herself out of Wolcheon's tight grasp, and began running off to her desk in an attempt to 'rescue' her school items and other valuable belongings. Wolcheon tried to stop the unruly kid from grave peril and ran after her, but it was already too late. A huge crack brought about by the treacherous tremors in the stone ceiling finally gave way, separating the two from one another. The old man tried his airbending power to take out even a small portion of the stone blockage. Despite all his backbreaking efforts, they were all just in vain. The stone was too tough to be taken care of. But he has to keep trying. He knew that there is something enormously special lying within that child, even if she is a playful rascal who tends to slack off instead of performing productive things. As a matter of fact, Wolcheon highly regards Deokman as one of his own. Now, there is only a single thing to accomplish – save Deokman.

"Mastttteeeerrrr! Help me!" cried a shuddering Deokman as he broke down into tears. "I'm scared. The... the dark, and... and the rumbling... and the falling rocks."

"Hang on, Deokman! I'm trying all my best to get rid of this defiant obstruction, fear not!"

The child hastily sought for something to hold on, as to prevent being powerfully rocked to and fro by the wild, unending quakes.

"Oh, the hardy cabinet," said Deokman, crawling closer to grab a hold of it.

The child crept closer and closer, pressed her hand against a weak, fissured spot on the floor. Alas, it eventually crumbled altogether, and poor Deokman was sent falling off from the lofty mountain into the heart of Dong-gul, a foggy, eerie forest known for its savage fauna and alleged hauntings that take place in the region.

What will happen to the hapless young child? What kind of experiences will she go through in the forest? Will she be able to get back?