For Mr. Siegfried, my history teacher
The only thing I learned from you is that the Romans didn't wear pants.
Three stories at once not smart. Ahem, I, the evil author, am taking Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Zuko on a crazy voyage through the history of the world, our world. Dragon side: How are you going to do that? You're failing history. No I am not! Anyway, enjoy…
When the Hell Are We?
Chapter One: When In Rome
Katara sat on the lake shore threading a stream of water through her fingers. Aang sat next to her making sculptures out of pebbles. Sokka was dozing in the shade under a tree. A soft breeze blew and everything was peaceful.
Somewhere in the middle of the ocean on a boat, Zuko sat meditating. Each timehe breathed, the candles around him flared. A soft breeze blew through his window and everything was peaceful.
Or so they all thought.
To anyone standing in the room or on the lakeside, all that would have been left of the people there were small holes in the ground or floor. Zuko felt as though he were being ripped limb from limb. Katara screamed as she, Aang and Sokka were flung into a worm hole. The screaming wind and pain seemed endless.
Suddenly, it all stopped.
Zuko fell hard onto the ground. He realized something. He had different clothes on, what looked like a white dress fastened on one of his shoulders leaving part of his chest bare. "Where the hell am I?" he asked the open air. "I'd like to know too," said Sokka as he came up the hill. The Avatar walked next to him both dressed similar to himself. The girl walked a few paces behind them in a loose linen dress. Zuko immediately trusted out his fist expecting a plume of fire to come out of it but nothing happened. He stared at it dumbstruck and tried again, still nothing. "Why can't I bend?" He bellowed to the heavens.
"Because we've taken your bending abilities away," a tall blonde girl had appeared out of nowhere and was standing next to him.
"And who are you?" Aang asked looking into her bright green eyes.
"Why, I'm the author," she said very matter-of-factly. "And welcome," she said gesturing over her shoulder to a city of white stone none of them had noticed before, "To ancient Rome." And she smiled.
More maybe next week I think, I don't know…school play's this weekend I don't think I'll have time. Anywho, it'll get updated sometime soon…
The Crying Dragon