Hi guys! I'm sorry it took so long to finally update! I had a severe case of writers block, but it's all better now! :D

I was also kinda having trouble planning out in my head basically all of the major bits that are gonna happen in the story, but we fixed that problem, too! So now (if I don't get too lazy) updates should get a little quicker. Also, hopefully, things are gonna pick up soon once all of the characters are introduced. I've got one more OC added in this one. *grins*

I felt my face mold itself into a frown. I moved my fingers over the smooth surface of the rock that had saved my life. How could chantment not be the cause of this? Stone was never this smooth unless the powerful aide of magic was involved. I felt myself jump slightly as I felt a soft brush of air next to my legs.

"Are you alright?" that same voice said, but noticeably closer. Being blind, the rest of my senses were much sharper than the average person. I hadn't heard his clothes move together even slightly and I hadn't even noticed him get anywhere near me. Thus, an extremely ungraceful scream managed to peal from my lungs in shock. I felt a hand touch my elbow. It felt like he had been working with his hands all of his life, yet they were still soft. "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you there," He laughed slightly nervously. "The only other blind person I've ever really met… well – let's just say she found a loop-hole for her whole sight thing."

His hand nudged my arm up gently. I followed and slowly stood up, carefully sliding my legs underneath by body to make sure that I didn't step off the edge of the slab we were standing on. His hand left my arm and I felt the tingly sensation again as I heard and slightly felt the vibrations of him stamping his foot on the stone and then thrusting his arms up. It was just then that I noticed that the staff I had been using was no longer near me. However, I didn't really have time to contemplate because I felt a sudden jolt in the ledge I was on and we began to move upward from the way the slab was grating of stone-on-stone. Once I felt it stop, the hand nudged me forward. I obliged, slightly grateful for the help for once.

I knew I was back on the courtyard (or whatever I was walking in) when the smooth stone that had saved me, to the gritty rock that I had been walking on before I fell. I spun around, just guessing where the man, this 'Aang', had been standing judging by the sound that I would usually associate with breathing and from the direction that the hand on my arm had come from. "Now, really," I said. "Who and what are you?"

There was a brief silence as my question probably caught him off guard. "I already told you," his voice was a mixture of surprise and confusion. "I'm Aang, The Avatar."

"What?" I asked, whatever this 'Avatar' was, I had never heard of him.

"You know, I can bend all four elements."

"What do you mean, 'bend'?" I asked, did he mean some kind of silent chantment?

"You don't know what bending is?" his voice was now filled with surprise.

"No," I replied. "Is it like chantment?"

"What?"

"How do you not know what chantment is?" I asked, my voice now a slightly more girly sounding mirror of his.

"No, what is it?" He asked.

I then began to explain things to this strange man, listing off the powers on my fingers.

"Well, there are the nine powers: Tongue – basically speaking in general, The Power of Beasts – the control of animals, my family are the few left that know how to use that one, The Power of Seeming – Illusions for the most part, The Power of Winds – that's over the wind, waves, and weather, The Power of Iron – the power over everything that belongs to the earth, The Power of becoming – that's over growth, change, healing, that sort of stuff, The Power of Fire – pretty self-explanatory, The Power of Ice – everything dark and cold and death," I heard his clothes rustle slightly – I think he was starting from the quickness of it, "And then, the power of the Goddess herself." I finished, putting down the hands that I had been listing off the powers on. "Some people are born only being able to have control over a power, usually from being descended from a chanter, very few have more than one, but my mom is different, she's the singer of all songs," I felt myself almost swell a little bit in pride.

"So, you're a chanter?" Aang asked me.

"What?" I hadn't been expecting that question.

"You said that chantment is hereditary," He replied. "And your mom knows all of them, so then are you a chanter?"

My face fell. "Under a technicality, yes, but I never use it," because of my blindness, I have always been afraid of hurting someone while chanting.

I guess he caught on, and I heard footsteps and felt a pat on my shoulder. "So," He said briskly, but added in a curious voice. "How do you perform chantment?"

Grateful for the change in subject I began to explain to him the workings of magic.

General POV

Toph walked across the field with the same confident stride that she always had. Wiggling her bare toes on the ground, she used her earth bending to see the upside down temples and the people in them beneath her feet.

"Hey, mom?" said a voice from beside her. "Are we just gonna stand here, or are we gonna go in side?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," She waved lazily at her son with the same sarcastic tone he had inherited from her. "Let's get goin', kid."

"I'm sixteen, mom," He complained, following his mother.

"And so was I a long time ago," she declared as he rolled his eyes. "Your point?"

"Whatever, grandma."

"What's wrong with you, kid? I'm the blind one here," She laughed, pushing the boy over as if he were one of her friends from 'the good ol' days' as Sokka would call it. Before he could retaliate he heard an 'hmm' come from his mother.

"What?" He asked. Although he was very much like his mother, he had inherited three things from his father, height, eyesight, and a lack of bending.

"I'm just wondering if Twinkle Toes had some sort of illegitimate child or something," She replied, she had no recollection of 'seeing' that girl. "Nah, he's too goody-goody for that," she concluded, walking off in the direction of the entrance like nothing had ever happened.

"Come on, Teng," She called to her son as he just stared after with a dumbfounded expression. His mother was truly crazy.