YAYS! I got time to update! Thank you for everyone who reviewed! I am SO HAPPY! So I decided to update.
Disclaimer: I ran out of witty things to say. *snoreIDON'TOWNAVATARsnore*.
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It was midnight.
The moon was shining, the stars glittering in the dark sky, the trees swaying from the light breeze from the north. The grass danced on the ground, the flowers swished back and forth, and... two figures made their way to the pond nearby.
Reaching the pond, the shorter of the two took the initiative and stepped in, removing all outer clothing, only leaving the still-modest white undergarments.
The taller one stripped down similarly to the shorter, and rolled up the clothes and set them by a tree.
"Now, to get to business," the taller said quickly.
"Yes, of course. Business," the shorter agreed with a snicker. The taller of the two lifted his hand and pulled a strand of water out of the pond. Rolling it up into a waterball, he passed it to the shorter of the two.
The two waterbended silently for quite a while, the moon setting slightly. The trees rustled again as the breeze floated into the area.
The shorter's head turned for just an instant, just barely long enough to see the two darkly dressed people spring from the trees and capture them. Just barely long enough to utter a soft scream.
"Wha-what do you want?" The taller said as one of the people brought them down to their knees.
"You, out of the way," the man said. "You'll be staying here for a while. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but... this is nessecary." With that, a nimbler one bound their hands and feet. They set the two down under a tree.
The sun was now peeking out from over the mountain. Peeking on the two, abandoned and alone.
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"I feel so bad about doing that to them!" Aang said. "I can't believe I had to bind their hands and feet! Why did you get to tell them that they wouldn't be needed? I mean, your voice cracks!"
"Because I have a deeper, manlier voice! And my voice DOES NOT crack!" Sokka cried indignantly, his voice cracking twice.
"Of course it doesn't, Sokka," Aang said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Oh shut up. Let's just get these uniforms on."
"See! I can make plans that work, too!" Katara said happily as Sokka and Aang stepped out of the tent, fully dressed in the uniforms of the officers. She was dressed in a long, tight-fitting dress that sloped out over her feet. She had her hair up in a bun, which was wrapped in intricate jems and threads. She was wearing a beautiful choker which displayed a beautiful orb; it looked like a large opal, but it was blue.
"Wow... you look beautiful," Aang said, blushing hotly. Katara opened her mouth to respond, but Sokka cut her off.
"C'mon, guys. We really have to make it to Spain as fast as we can; if father finds out that we took out the guards, then we are probably not going to be greeted with smiling faces when we get home."
"I doubt I'm going to get a smile at all, Sokka; I ran away, remember?"
"Oh yeah. Right. I forgot."
They loaded up the cart with the tents, and Sokka went up front to drive the white stallions. Aang sat in the back with Katara, making light conversation. They were still trying to find out more about each other. Soon, they got bored because they had asked every question they could think of, so they settled for kissing. The only problem was that every once in a while they were interrupted by an annoyed and utterly disgusted Sokka.
"AHH! MY EYES! THEY BUUUURRRRRNNNNNN!"
"Jeez. Could you get any more mushy?"
"Ew. Why do you guys have to be so lovey-dovey?"
"Gross. *HACKHACK*."
"Could you two stop? I mean, I never have liked anybody! It's gross to the passerby, and- Oh my," he said, wide open eyes closing halfway as he caught sight of a group of young group of teenage girls. Taking that as their que, Aang and Katara sat up quickly and fixed their clothing and hair.
Sokka pulled the cart to a stop to check out the girls. Katara rolled her eyes as he ripped off his uniform and walked, in his knight uniform, up to them.
"Did Sokka really mean that he's never liked anyone?" Aang asked her.
"No. He was just saying that. He's liked sooooooo many girls, I don't think I would be able to count them. There was one at the Jerky Store, another at the well, then another when we took a tour of Nice`, then another when we went to visit the Yamaguchis... it's impossible. Some of them liked him back, while others thought he was creepy," Katara said with a giggle. Aang stared at the group of girls.
"He can be pretty creepy," Aang agreed, watching a suave Sokka approach them. Both of them laughed as Sokka started to talk to them.
"Bonjour, mesdames!" Sokka said, smoothing back his hair.
"Hello," the leader scoffed back. "Who are you?"
"Why, I am Sokka of the Water Nation," he replied. "Who, may I ask, are you?"
"Don't tell him your name!" one of the girls whispered to the leader.
"Prince Sokka of the Water Nation, I might add," Sokka said disinterestedly, regarding one set of his nails and shining them on his jacket. The girls' snobby smirks turned to pleading fangirl simpers.
"Prince Sokka?"
"You're the Prince Sokka?"
"Wow!"
"C'mon, girls. I mean, he's just a prince. Why do you have to go all goo-goo when someone of royalty passes by," the leader said. "I mean, it's not like he can beat us."
"Whaddaya mean?" Sokka asked indignantly. "Of course I can beat just a bunch of girls in pretty frilly dresses!"
The leader's eyes narrowed. She motioned for the group to step back. They retreated as the girl in front spoke two menacing words:
"You're on."
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Aang and Katara sat on a rock by the dirt road while Sokka took his stance against the girl that he had randomly met. She flicked her wrists at her sides and drew two short sticks, about the size of one's forearm. She whipped the two glittering lengths of wood and they unfolded into two golden metal fans.
"Before I beat you, may I ask your name?" Sokka requested.
"Anne-Suki. But I never go by that horrid name; I only go by Suki. But, I guess that won't matter; I will defeat you anyway, and there will be no need for you to call me anything," she spat.
Sokka rolled his eyes while one of Suki's group members called, "Go!"
Suki stood still and Sokka swung at her. She gracefully brought the fans together and caught his hand. Sokka's eyes widened in surprise as she lifted her leg to kick him in the stomach. In one fluid motion, she twisted her leg to the side, crouched down, and took his feet out from under him in a sweep-kick.
Everyone clapped as Suki pumped her fist into the air.
Sokka pretended to cry.
"But I never lose a fight!" Sokka wailed as Aang and Katara dragged him back to the cart. "I wanna rematch! I WANNA REMATCH!" He landed in the cart with a THUNK.
As Aang was getting ready to climb into the front, Suki skipped up to the side of the wagon.
"I never got to ask your names!" Suki exclaimed. "Who are you two?"
"Oh!" Katara said, surprised by her sudden politeness. "I'm Princess Katara."
"I sure hope you're not as idiotic as your brother," Suki said, laughing.
"Absolutely not," Katara said, giggling along. "You're a pretty good fighter!"
"Yeah," Suki said. "My friends and I ran away from our home in northern Spain and came up here to central France. Ever since then, we've been practicing our fighting skills. We have our own little town not too far away from here; we named it after our hometown in Spain."
"That's cool!" Aang said, hopping down from the wagon. "What's it called?"
"Kyoshi, after our founding Avatar. Avatar Kyoshi founded our small island not too far off the Spanish coast, and we ran away to make a new Kyoshian colony in the Water Nation. The problem is, we are in a pretty rural area surrounded by water, so no one really comes there. For now, we are searching for a beautiful white horse we saw not too long ago."
"A white horse? Katara exclaimed, leaping out of the cart as well. "Was it a big white horse? With a long mane?"
"Yes," Suki said, nodding. "And it didn't whinny at all!"
"OH MY GOSH! That's my horse! Suki! We have to follow that horse!"
"What's a gosh?" came a muffled voice from inside the cart.
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After a couple of days searching for Ash, the band of teenagers deemed it hopeless. Katara isolated herself in a grove of pines; the thick leaves shielded her from the bright rays of the sun, an unnecessary object in her life right now. For now, she was concentrating on being depressed because now the faint, quivering hope that her life-long friend was gone.
Aang wasn't having any of that. He made his way up to the beauty wallowing in her despair.
"Katara," he said, sitting down next to her. "Talk to me. Why are you so sad?"
In a flash, Katara buried her face in his chest.
"My horse, Ash," Katara croaked, "was the first and only horse I've ever had. I sat with him for a while when my mother died, pondering on and on about how fragile life is. He was one of the only other living beings I was allowed to have contact with, because I was never allowed to leave the palace. I ran away from home with him. And then I lost him. I will never forgive myself."
"Katara, you have to realize that Ash isn't gone; he's somewhere around southern France. You lost him in the north, Suki saw him here in central France, so he's probably somewhere in Nice` right now. Don't worry," he said, stroking her hair with his fingers. "We will find him. I can almost ensure it."
Slowly, Katara lifted her head and stared into his eyes.
"Thank you, Aang."
Both of them smiled, and then went back to join Sokka and Suki.
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YAYS! I'm sorry it took so long for me to update! I finally got this chapter out, and I hope to be writing more often!
~Avatar Momo