Chapter 1

Evil rises

(900 years later, two months before the battle at the North Pole)

In the middle of the Low Sang Ocean, there the island called Tsuta the island home to so many battles, beneath the ground of nearly the entire island were buried the remains of hundreds of warriors and benders. On this night the ground seemed to scream of the voices of those who were slain in battle. The sky around the island began to become murky and the clouds turned a dark shade of gray and black. None of the stars could be seen and the night grew darker. The moon could barley shine, the air cooled while the wind gave a soft chilling breeze, the people in each village all around the island began to notice the changes in the weather and quickly hurried inside, everyone out side the villages quickly hurried home. No one could explain it but something was coming, and only a fool would venture out and soon their worst fears and nightmares would be become a reality.

But that night something walked down a dirt road in the middle a forest. It had an appearance of a young 19 year old boy, long dark red hair flew to the right with the wind. Body was a little on the small side but built for someone of that age appearance along with light tan skin. It wore a dirty torn blue sleeveless shirt, with gray dirt covered pants. Everything seemed human except both its bottom and top eye teeth were pointed as if filed to a dull point. Its eyes pupils glissaded of blood red and seemed to shine in the moon light.

The creature came to a stop as the sound of people could be heard in the distance. A small wagon was coming his way; a small family of three was in it, hurrying home. "Can we please go a little faster its creepier than normal tonight why did it get darker I can barley see the moon?" asked the wife, "Were going as fast as we can Soto- (horses name) is tired. Been pulling this wagon all day haven't ya girl?" said the father, as he finished speaking the horse came to a stop. The father tired to get the horse to move but Soto only seemed to move backwards. "Come on Soto just a little farther we're almost ho…" the father's voice trailed off as he sees the young teen slowly stepping forwards. His hair covered his face and seemed to stare at the family. "What's wrong daddy why we stop?" asked his son, "There's someone in the road and isn't moving" said the father, "Hey kid move, get out of the road, you want to get trampled?" asked the man, after saying that the teen slowly walked towards them. The wife was getting scared and held their son closes to her side. The father readied himself incase this guy tried something. When the teen reached the horse it backed away quickly, and then walked to the side all the while the fear in the father kept building, the mere presents of this teen scared Soto and now was truly freighting him and he was readied to race out of there.

Just when the teen passed the father he turned and jumped next to him and graded his throat, squeezing cutting any and all air flow off. The father tried to over power him by grabbing his wrists to remove them but was as helpless as a child. He almost froze in fear when he gazed into his killers eyes, never had he seen eyes like that, dark blood filled eyes. It then sprouted a smile of pure joy enjoyment at the sight of terror in the father's eyes. The mother screamed and tried to get the teens grip to loosen, but he then grabbed her by her slender wrists and threw her from the wagon long with the child running to aid his mother. Then as they both gazed upon the wagon the mother quickly covered her sons eyes and tried not to watch but couldn't tear her eyes away until finally the her husband went limp, he was dead. The mother and child screamed and tried to run but the stranger suddenly lept with great speed in front of them and grabbed the mother, the child then ran as fast as he could hearing his mothers screams until they suddenly stopped, the night fell silent. The kid ran through the woods to his village.

Ready to chase the child the teen suddenly heard a voice in his mind. A deep yet hissing echoing voice that made him freeze in his tracks, the voice of his master. "Enough Kane, forget the child finish the task I gave you. I need my slaves, for when I return I may finish what was begun 900 years ago." said his masters voice, "Yes master forgive me I must have gotten carried away, and feeling the life slip out of these mortals is so intoxicating." said Kane, His voice was calm yet cold. He then walked to the now dead parents, pulled out a small knife and cut his arm and fed them a little of his blood to them. "It is done, now we merely wait for the ghouls to rise and turn others, your army will soon rise." said Kane, "Good, these human do have some uses, now we wait for the one we need to break the curse, he'll be here soon." said the voice, "How can you be sure he will come here?" asked Kane, "Because its destiny, now go." said his masters voice, "Yes of course, as you wish master." answered Kane, As he left Kane seemed to disappear into the night, ready to do his masters biding and ready to welcome the key that had disappeared a century ago.

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Ok maybe a little freaky but I thought it was good and no Kane's not a vampire you'll find out more later, ok now we get to Aang and others, so please keep reading, this story has a couple laughs