Hi you guys! *ducks from random flying objects* I'M SORRY!!!! I've been a buisy girl for the past... uh... well, lets just put it this way: forever and a WEEK. But now I've got a bit of a break before christmas starts. Then the day after the wonderous day I'm loading a bus with my fellow, loyal, trusty, perverted, smelly band geeks and riding for 24 hours to San Diego. THEN I get to march at half-time in the holiday bowl and in the big bolloon parade and at disneyworld (woohoo!). THEN once I get back to school for next semester I have clarinet region try-outs, colorguard solo/ensamble competition, clarinet solo/ensamble.... YOU GET THE IDEA!!!
But I want to say thank you to those of you who reveiwed/subscribed (alerted, whatever)/favorited. I LOVE YOU!!! :D (not like that.... PERV!!!)

I slowly opened my sightless eyes, hoping that everything had just been a dream. But when I started moving I immediately knew that it had been real. The sheets were by far smoother then the ones back home. I was in a different place were they didn't know the names of places that I knew. I was lost. My family was gone. Where? I don't know.

Fighting back the tears that threatened to overflow from my eyes, I stepped onto the floor. Gasping at the chilliness of it I deducted that either we were on a mountain, this places equivalent of Antaris, or it was still early in the morning.

I spent a few minutes searching for my cane, but to no prevail so I grabbed the first stick-like thing I could find. It felt like wood and was long like a staff, but it would work. Then, I shuffled around the walls - avoiding the part that let off heat as I wasn't dumb enough to get my feet burned off by a frigging fire place until those really huge doors that munchkin had thrown open the day before. When I did find them (well, it. Apparently they like really heavy wooden doors) I was surprised that there was what seemed like very intricately carven patterns on the wood. Most of them were swirls that swooshed around the thing.

Once I decided that I was done investigating the door, I entered the hall. It was slightly chilly but I had only spent a maximum of half an hour or so looking for things. Holding the staff in a slightly awkward position, I began tapping on the floor in front of me. Eventually I started to feel the air start to feel slightly windy, it was then that I realized that I had some how made it to an out-doors place. I continued tapping, maybe I could find a door or something to lead me inside again. The taps of the staff on the ground echoed around the - er- where ever I was. I was beginning to get impatient with this whole ordeal. I was hungry and all I had to eat the day before was some soup. Chicken-bear. Whatever that was.

"Hey! Look out!" shouted a voice somewhere behind me.

I spun around - which, by the way, was a bad idea - and lost my footing and began to feel my self falling. It was then that I realized why it seemed like I could go nowhere but outside, yet I could feel no grass beneath my bare feet. Because I was hundreds of feet above the ground. And now, I would probably get to know said ground very well.

I let out and "oof!" as I felt something hard slam underneath me. That was fast.

"Are you okay?" A voice said from above me. It sounded adult-like, but still had the child-like charm. It wasn't until just then that I noticed the tingling I felt in my finger tips when magic was being used around me, more specifically the strong, hardy feeling when my mother or father used Iron-Crafting.

"Are you a chanter?" I asked. Not really answering his question.

"A what? I'm a bender, call me Aang."

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. It's short! but its something!
Please tell me what you think! Oh, you don't know how... well, there's this magical reveiw button......