Disclaimer: If I was Bryke, this would be canon. And much better written. As it is not, I am obviously not Bryke. Okay? Okay.
It's kinda funny, when I think about all of this. It feels like it was all so long ago but it's only been what, 8 years since all of this mess happened? I feel so much older than 23. War does that. I grew up fast, we all did. Too fast.
The boy from the Water Tribe glanced at him, distrusting his motives but accepting his hand as he helped him up. They nodded to each other and began to spar again.
I'm not sure how all of this started. I'm fairly certain that this was never supposed to be my destiny. Granted, I never took much stock in destiny and fate. There's not much point in it, I mean, because let's face it. Having a predetermined path is boring. But I'm not even sure I was supposed to be born, let alone do all the things I've done up to this point.
He awkwardly put his hand on Katara's shoulder. He wasn't good with crying girls, but she needed some kind of comfort after her "boyfriend" turned all genocidal.
I was never a particularly motivated person, especially as a child. I just kinda went where the wind took me, and it just happened to blow me into a crazy adventure. Love and loss, joy and sorry, birth and death all became a reality to me in a way I could have never expected.
He locked his staff with Aang's own, a gentle smile on the Avatar's face. Even though he wasn't an airbender, having someone to teach the philosphies and techniques of his people gave the boy a measure of hapiness, and they both felt like this was a good way to keep their skills sharp.
I mean, come on! Who gets to do all the things I've done, to see the things I've seen? I've made friends with the lowliest of peasants and the most powerful of monarchs. I've seen spirits and eclipses and the sheer unholy wrath that is the Avatar State.
The blind girl blushed then punched him in the arm. She wasn't used to the attention of boys, despite (or perhaps because of) her gruff and tough exterior. Gratitude disguised as her tough love insults spilled from her mouth, and he smiled as she and Katara left to infiltrate the ball.
I've had so many questions about life and the meaning of it and so many other things. Friendship, love, happiness... I wanted to find what it all meant. I'm not sure if I've found the answers to any of it, but I don't think there's any one single answer to it all. I think, maybe, there's about 42 different kinds of answers for every question a person could ask themselves, and everyone's answers are totally different from everyone else. I don't know if that makes any sense or not.
Zuko was brutal, but he never gave up. Ever. The banished prince was comically serious as he sat by the fire, trying to brew tea for his uncle. He couldn't help but to laugh.
This is my story. There's a lot of good and a lot of bad and even more of the in between stuff that you can't really put a label on. Maybe you can. There's a lot of people smarter than me that could probably catalouge all of this but this is my way of doing it.
Golden eyes usually so sharp and full of confidence, stared into his, the light in them reflecting her doubt and hesitation. Maybe even some of his own. But her lips were soft and her pale skin was soft and he was crazier than she was for feeling this way.
I am Kaizu Morishita of Yu Dao, and this is the story of how I helped save the world. Sit down kids, this is going to be a doozy.
Um. Well. Hi there. I've... uh... yeah. I'm back. This is the teaser/prologue to my newest undertaking and something I've been working on in my head for nearly 4 years. I'll try to not leave anyone hanging like my last dips into writing fanfiction.