Golden Girl: The Story of Linnea

Plot line: #1

Author's Notes: Hope everybody liked chapter one. I know it doesn't get into Linnea right away. If you want to skip this stuff, you'll have to wait until chapter 4. I know the chapters are really short. Sorry about that; they'll get longer. Please review this. And to everybody that reviewed, You ROCK! They are Atlantia45 and BrandonLeeFan. You rock! Thank-you!

P.S. Sorry it took so long to put up chapter two. Christmas break ended and all of a sudden, I find myself swimming in homework! You know the drill. Anyway, I'll try to get the other chapters up as quickly as I can. Thank-you.

P.S. (Again) You'll see a new thing called "Plot line" at the top. This means that all the stories with Plot line # 1 have to do with each other. If you have any questions, just message me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar (but I so wish I did) I did make Tizo, Tiaz, and some other OC.

Chapter 2: Tizo

Meanwhile:

Tizo was stretched to the limit as he hung from chains in the prison cell. He was covered in blood and felt faint. His thoughts were spinning around him in a blur. He was in prison. Why was he in prison? His thoughts slowly came back to him as he remembered. It was long ago when it all started, 5 years to be exact.

He had always hated the war. When he was young, his father was killed as a soldier serving. When he was young, he had siblings and friends that were killed. Because of the war, his life had been torn apart. Tizo's family had always opposed the war, but had never done anything about it. He hadn't planned to, really, but suddenly, things changed.

It was when he was 14. He was going to the market with his mother. Most of the guys his age didn't really think about their parents, mothers nonetheless. But Tizo loved his mother; she was all he had left.

5 years ago:

It was a quiet day in the small village; it was almost, almost too quiet. The day felt odd. There was no one around. But nevertheless, his mother and he proceeded with the days shopping; after all, they were out of food.

"Mother," Tizo exclaimed. "Why is it that no shops are open?" He curiously looked around. The doors were shut; not a soul was out. The hot, noon sun shone down.

"Perhaps," his mother, Tiaz, replied hesitantly. "Perhaps it is too hot to work." His mother noticed the stillness too. There was a certain stiffness in the air, an eerie feeling about. And there was silence, complete silence. She recognized it; she had felt it before. When she felt it, it was just before a war.

Then she heard it, a man talking with his wife; Tiaz could see them in their window.

"So, are the rumors true then," the woman asked.

The man replied in a hushed tone. "Yes… Yes, they are."

"What shall we do with the children? Surely the men will search homes."

"The children will be fine," the husband replied quietly. "The men will much too preoccupied with fighting to search for the enemy."

"Who exactly is attacking?"

"Earth Kingdom soldiers. Those basta-" He suddenly stopped, realizing the company behind him.

"Excuse me," Tiaz interjected. "Could you tell me what is going on?"

"Sorry miss," the man shot at her, not sounding sorry at all. "We're busy." He instantly slammed his door and shut his widows.

Tiaz stood their very confused as Tizo was still checking the shops, oblivious to everything that she was realizing. For a minute, she stood dumbstruck, but she immediately comprehended exactly what was said in the conversation. Attacking; attacking in this village; attacking here, now.

"Tizo," Tiaz exclaimed. "We have to go, now!"

"But mother, we haven't gotten any food yet. What are we going to do about dinner?"

"Honey, that's not important right now. We have to leave, this instant."

Tizo heard the desperation in his mother's distressed voice. He searched his memory for the broken conversation he had just strained to hear. "Who exactly is attacking?" "Earth Kingdom soldiers." Tizo understood, but not only that; he was scared.

Suddenly, the mother and son vaguely heard marching and yelling. Out of nowhere, earth came hurling in their direction. Fire nation soldiers came pouring into the area as the earth nation warriors started their attacks.

Tiaz grabbed her son's hand, screaming over the loud sounds of the beginning battle. "We have to get out of here, now. Come Tizo."

They dodged through the increasing amount of men, trying to avoid danger. The small village was silent no more. Fighting and yelling rang throughout the town. Abruptly, fire was hurled at Tizo and his mother. A sharp scream pierced the air. Tizo stopped.

Smoke filled the sky where Tizo stood. He choked and coughed, in a daze from the hard blow. As the dust cleared, he saw a frail form lying on the ground. His heart began to beat wildly as he bent down to touch the figure.

"Mom," he moaned. "Oh mom, please. Please, don't be dead. Please wake up. Mom. Mom! Moooooooooom! No! Noooooooooo!"

Tizo sobbed on his mother's lifeless body. He dragged her over to the sidelines; meanwhile, the battle slowed. Soon, it was over. Men of both nations lied injured, or dead. Blood covered the ground. It was silent once more. The Earth Kingdom had retreated, leaving the Fire Nation to gather its remaining men. The soldiers began to assemble when Tizo stood up.

"Y-y-ou! You bastards. You killed her. You killed my mom. You KILLED my MOM!

How could you do that? We're from the fire nation. You killed her!" Tizo continued his monologue as the warriors watched, dumbstruck.

One man marched up to him and kicked him down. Tizo responded by throwing what little power of fire he could bend at the man. The soldiers simply laughed; Tizo stood up.

"Laugh all you want," he bellowed in a suddenly brave voice. "I'll make you all pay! You people fight just like low-life dogs; that's what you are! You'll pay!" Tizo grabbed his mother's body and ran off into the distance.

Present:

Tizo chest was heaving from sobbing; it had been ages since the horrible memory had played so distinctly in his mind. "I'll make you all pay!" The words were still ringing in his ears. That he did. That was why he was here. He had made them all pay.

Tizo had been protesting for the last 5 years. He had proclaimed speeches and rallied men. He had fought with the soldiers of his own nation. He had been uniting people of villages, banning together a force strong and brave. However, he could only do so much; therefore, finally, after a tiresome 5 years, he was caught.

He unexpectedly heard the noise of a key in the cell door. Four men walked in and took Tizo out of the chains. They set him on him down, kneeling before them. Eventually, one spoke.

"Tizo of the Fire Nation, you are a traitor. You have been spared from death; consider yourself lucky. You are banished from this nation, never to return. You have until sunset to leave, UNDERSTOOD?" The men finished, looking mercilessly down at him.

"Yes sir. Understood."

Tizo stood and walked down the long hall. He stepped outside of the prison; a ship waited to escort him away to a deserted island. Tizo stepped on the ramp of the boat, looking back one last time. Tears filled his eyes as he reminisced once more.

Quietly, he murmured to himself while gazing up at the sky. "Goodbye." He into the ship, and it pushed off into the distance.

Author's Notes: Hope you liked the chapter. I know that none of this relates so far, but that will happen in the next chapter. I'll work on it as soon as I can. Also, I updated chapter 1 and gave more background. Hope you like. Bye.