CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The Trap is Sprung
While the group was heading towards the Fire Nation they were being followed. They had no idea
just how much danger they were in. The stalkers had been waiting for the perfect time to strike; and
now was that time. The Avatar and his friends were almost into Fire Nation territory. The stalkers
wanted to wait until they were close, because then it would be less work and less risk for them to
deliver the the Avatar and his friends to the Fire Lord. The Fire Lord would be pleased, his
dishonored son had allied himself with The Avatar; and not only that but he was romantically
involved with a water bending whore. The only fugitive left to catch was the Fire Lord's traitorous
brother Iroh.
The predators waited for the group to fall asleep before they attacked. When they finally did, it was
with devastating efficiency that only came from years of training. Before the Avatar and the rest
knew what hit them, they were shot with darts that were full of enough poison to sink them into a
state of living death for at least three days. That was more than enough time to deliver this bunch to
Fire Lord Ozai. They were an elite team, and this would surely cement their status as such.
The Fire Lord would honor them above all others, he would grant them anything they wanted. He
would trust them more then he trusted his own daughter. "We have them now!" The leader of the
group hissed triumphantly. "After a century of searching, The Avatar is now the prize of The Fire
Lord; and the trophy of our nation." After a brief pause to savor the moment, the leader shouted
to his men "let's get going! We don't want to waste any time delivering our gifts to the Fire
Lord."