Disclaimer: I don't own ATLA...
"Your late, Volcan." An old man scolded at a teenage boy who ran up to him. The boy stood up.
"Sorry, Master Fisu. My mom kept fussing over my hair." He rubbed his brown hair, bringing it down over his eyes.
"No matter. I'll begin the lesson anyway." Fisu took a fighting stance. Volcan had done the same. "Let us review what you learned." He shot a blast of fire at Volcan, who in turn easily blocked it. He shot many blasts of fire, the old master dodging them like a pro. Fisu dropped down, sending a fire kick right at Volcan, knocking him to the ground. Volcan put out his hand to stop his fall, and performed a somersault, getting back to his feet. As Volcan stood up, he sent a flare into the ground. His teacher raised an eyebrow.
Giving up already? Not like Volcan.
Fisu felt the spot under his feet become warmer. Suddenly, Volcan brought his hand up. A small pillar of fire engulfed the old master.
"Well done Volcan. You are on your way to becoming a fire bending master."
Volcan bowed. "Thank you, master."
Inari was standing at the far end of a field. The wind blew gently, and it was perfect day.
"Inari…"
Inari looked around at the mention of his name. He then noticed a figure at the far end of the field. He ran towards it.
"Inari…"
Inari's heart pounded, the wind picked up. He almost touched him when…
Inari opened his eyes. If he didn't know better, he'd say he was on a moving piece of rock.
"Alright, he's awake!" the speaker was a brown haired teenager, only a little older than Inari.
"Search him. He could be potentially dangerous. You never know who is a fire nation spy." This time, it was a black haired teenager. He seemed to be moving the rock with the movements of his hands.
An earth bender! Thought Inari. He was shirtless with pale green and gold pants.
The other one wore a blue tunic with black pants underneath.
The earth bender spoke to Inari, without looking back. "The name's Boog. That's Tsunami. You never told us your name."
Inari sat up. "My name's Inari."
"Air bender?"
Inari was shocked. Everyone thought the air benders died out 100 years ago.
"How did you know!"
Tsunami turned to Inari. "When we found you, you had strange arrows on your hands and feet. We would have checked your forehead, but you giant mass of hair was in the way.
Inari patted down his spiky silver hair, feeling offended. Tsunami continued. "Not only that, but the Avatar came back, and he's an air bender. There are bound to be more that survived."
Inari looked out to the scenery. "The Avatar…"
Volcan wondered around, bored out of his mind. Never anything to do. Everyday was like this since Prince Zuko left. When the fire lord banished his best friend two years ago, life for Volcan had never been fun. And since his dad died, his mom has been treating him like a five year old, trying to keep him from anything to make his life painful.
Well, this is life. Volcan sighed. I wonder what's out there.
Inari sat up. "Where are we headed to now?"
Boog smiled. "The Northern Air temple. Stop number four on our tour of the world."
Sorry if it is short. The story, for those who don't know, starts around the end of season one, or pretty close.
