Yay, we're on to the double digits! *Applause.* Thank you, thank you! I really, really hope that this chapter is as unexecpcted as the last one, and that I turn out writing things I didn't even plan. This is super exciting that I have so much time to write today until... *groan* school. Why? Why? I hate when weekends end, and you have to dread the next day of school, when you have homework and assignments and a whole bunch of other boring things to do. And my math teacher just started handing out homework of Fridays, which totally sucks. Ugh. I'm going to try to get all my work at school ASAP, so that I can post as many other chapters as I want, and so I can write a lot. Thank you all so much for your continued support of this story. I just looked at how many views I have so far, and right now, it's at 693! And it's barely even been a month since I started writing this! I still can't belive it! 693 views! IT'S SO AMAZING! Okay, i'm done now.
10
Jason's Perspective
Jason's eyes flew open as the sounds of combat woke him from his sleep. Jason raced out of his bunker, climbing up the rope ladder to the deck, and drew his sword. Nothing was there. "Am I to late?" Jason asked. The others nodded, and Jason slumped. He noticed Aang by the railing, and joined him. "Is everything okay?" Jason asked. Aang nodded, but didn't speak. He didn't further elaborate, so Jason left him and joined Piper across the deck. It took Jason a moment to realize that she also was staring off into space, and another moment for him to see what she was staring at. Wisps of black and indigo smoke, growing larger and larger. Heading towards them. "Leo!" Jason called, but Leo was already on it. Leo readied a catapult and fired, slicing through the first row of incoming smog tendrils. With an angry hiss, the smoke broke apart into thick streams of mist, curling around the Chariaship and it's occupants, plunging them into a world of purple and blue. Sokka stumbled onto the deck, his hair standing on edge, not even bothering to hide his micky-mouse pajamas as he slashed his way through the ever-thickening fog. Ghostly shadows flew around Jason, clawing at his hair and his clothes, and causing him to stumble back in suprise. Jason rose off his feet into the air, and with an angry cry, the smoke followed him up, up, until the Chariaship was obscured by clouds. Jason turned to face the dark shadows, his sword drawn, and charged, electricity crackling around him. Jason sliced his sword through the shadows, and they disapated. Jason dropped to the deck, just in time for a boulder to come sailing over his head.
Toph stood behind him, her expression wary, as she blindly threw boulders through the air, missing the shades more often than not. A group of dark spirits howled and dissolved into nothing as a blast of fire melted them to the deck. Zuko charged at another spirit, fire spinning in a massive ball above his hands. A wave of water from Percy doused another shade, and Frank, in the form of a wolf lept at another group, dissolving them into shadows. Jason slashed through the mist, slicing his way towards Piper, who was wielding her cornucopia like a dagger, shooting random fruits and hams at the dark spirits, causing them to disapate on the spot. One very large and fat spirit squealed in delight, reaching for a slice of cheesecake, only to have the creamy treat sail through its head, leaving it to crumble into dust.
Above, Aang flew around the Chariaship, firing bolts of lightning and fire, and causing strong gusts of wind to blow so strongly through the Chariaship, that many of the spirits stumbled, falling off the Chariaship. The mist thinned, and Jason knew they were winning. With one final bolt of lightning, the mist dissolved, leaving a sour stench behind. Jason looked around, trying to find anybody with an injury, but besides from a few cuts, bruises and scratches, everyone looked fine.
Jason exhaled a sigh of relief as Piper hauled herself to her feat, looking a bit dazed from a bruise on her forhead, but otherwise unharmed. Her face worried, Annabeth called the team together in the small version of Camp Half-Blood's mess hall down below decks. Jason scanned the assortment of demigods and benders, (Suki and Sokka included) but everyone seemed perfectly in shape. Out of all of them, the worst-looking was Leo, who had a nasty gash on the side of his leg from one of the dark spirits. Jason counted, and was releaved to see all twelve of them accounted for.
Wait. Jason counted again, his brow furrowed. All twelve? One more time he counted, looking carefully at everyone in the room, to make sure he hadn't missed anyone. Himself. Piper. Percy. Annabeth. Hazel. Frank. Leo. Aang. Katara. Zuko. Toph. Suki. Who were they missing? The realization dawned on Jason. Slowly, carefully, he looked towards Annabeth, his eyes wide. Sokka. They hadn't seen him since the shadows attacked, and everyone had been to preocupied with protecting themselves, Sokka had been lost in the frey. Jason mentally cursed himself for not expecting what had just happened. It seemed obvious now, that it would be simple to get Sokka away from them, by deviding them and leaving them to fend for themselves. Jason looked back at Katara, who was scanning the crowd anxiously. They're eyes locked, and Katara trembled. Her hand covered her mouth, and tears filled her eyes. Jason's heart sank, as Katara began to sob, the realization dawning on her that her brother was gone. After a minute, Katara turned and ran, racing down to her bunker. Nobody followed her, nor did they say a word. They just stared solemnly out the windows, lost in thought.
Horrible! I didn't really have much to write about, so i just decided to have Sokka be kidnapped. Please remember, suggest perspectives!
-Forest Bird