Continuous Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar, but I will say that 90 percent of these creatures, and characters are all mine. Aang, Katara, Zuko, Toph and Sokka are not mine. But Voridor, Gura and other characters that will be mentioned throughout the story are mine.
If you are reading chapter two, then i am guessing you must be interested on reading the upcoming chapters that i am on the verge of writing. For more information about Mistaken go to my profile and read if you want. I shows charectors that will be showing up ni the story and a bio on them as well.
Book 1: Mistaken
Chapter 2: The First Clash Massacre
5 years later…
The leaves bushed against the trees they grew on, and the dew dripped off as a stroke of lightning struck through it like knife through butter. The sound of battle between two elite warriors ripped across the messy trees throughout the woods.
As Voridor quickly raced by pass trees, lightning shot past him, missing him by only inches, but getting closer every time. He got scratches from hard branches that slapped him across the face and from rocks that punched him whenever he fell.
The haze inside the forest seemed thick. Barely breathing, Voridor was still able to run faster than ever, being chased by another rod of lightning. As one passed his head, he nearly tipped over, but was able to hang onto a vine that hung from a thick branch above him.
Voridor has been running for three days straight non-stop. First hide, then when found, ran, and then when tired, fought, and then when beaten, hid. The triangle of his three actions continued for three whole days… now his fourth.
Voridor didn't waste time resting at the moment, so he jumped his heart to the best of him, and ran away from the strokes of lightning shooting from behind him.
Along a narrow path between a dead forest, a dozen caravans slowly rolled up, all carrying passengers, food, and weapons. There were at least five to seven guards or soldiers near each of them; two Polard Rhinos were pulling each caravan as they slowly moved down the small narrow road, one caravan in front of the other in a line.
Polard Rhinos were known as "Hideous Creatures of the Land" but now are dying rapidly. They are a bit bigger than a normal sized Rhino would be, and have no horns on their head what so ever. They were defenseless in battle, so they cower away in sights of danger.
"Father." Inside the first leading caravan, a kid gave tea to his father as he sat down and took the rings that controlled the Polard Rhinos. As the father took a sip of his tea, and hummed a quiet note, he tapped his son on the head and laughed.
"Where are we going father?" The boy asked.
The father set his tea down to his side and took the ropes from his son. Hesitating, the father stared dead into the horizon as if he had been paralyzed.
"…Father?" The boy shakily asked.
"…Were going to the Fire Nation." Someone said from behind him. The boy turned around and saw his big brother. He stood tall, with white hair. He held a teakettle with one hand, and with the other hand, formed a fire to heat the kettle. He was a fire bender.
"Really Haku?" The little boy asked.
Haku set the tea down by his father's side and slowly came up to his ears. "…Right?" He said. His father twitched, and almost tipped over the tea by his side. A few sweat drops ran down his face, and his head got hot.
"Y-Yes… yes Zuko, we are." His father said, smiling at his two only sons.
Haku, Zuko, and their father, Moren, are the leaders of there traveling pack. They came from the Pyro Village, which was burned down by Avatar Gura's army. Only a handful of there people survived, and the handful are the ones riding inside caravans. Only an amount full of guards survived, and they are the ones surrounding the group of caravans, assigned to protect them.
Haku was fifteen, while his young brother Zuko, named after Fire Lord Zuko, leader of the Fire Nation in Hyun Nyar, was only eight. Zuko was supposed to be the next king for their village, but the Pyro Village was destroyed. Their father, Moren, used to live in Hyun Nyar with Fire King Zuko, but was banned for a crime he had committed. Now he is afraid of the consequences for coming back. That is why he hesitates whenever he is asked where they were going.
Haku and Zuko are great fire benders, though Haku mastered it, while Zuko is still in the process of mastering. Both have a great future ahead of them if they can stay away from the danger once created five years ago.
The caravan party has been traveling for almost a week, and through those past days, all Haku did was teach Zuko fire bending, first how to control, and how to create, and direct.
Moren yawned, and almost leaned back, but Zuko pushed him back up.
"Be careful father, you might steer us the wrong way." Zuko cried.
Alertly, Moren shook his head and stared dead on towards the horizon, which seemed to get red cause of the sunset.
"Let me take it." Haku said, offering to let his father sleep.
Moren smiled, and slowly crawled to the back of the caravan and rested his aching body and head on a soft pillowed made by Haku.
Moren roughly coughed, but slowly calmed down.
"Haku." Moren slowly gasped.
Giving the rings to Zuko, Haku crawled to his dad. "What is it?"
"Someday I'm not going to be here and-"
"Stop talking." Haku interrupted, not wanting to hear what his sick father wanted to say.
Haku stared into the red horizon, and closed his eyes and sung a tune.
After the tune, he opened his eyes and saw his father sleeping. "Fire god, help us."
Finally resting, Voridor took deep breaths and embraced a piece of wood on the ground trying to hold his pain. I can't keep running. Thought running was the only thing he could do at the moment.
Voridor quickly took a peek around the tree he rested on, he saw nothing, and he tried the other side, and still saw nothing. He took a deep breath.
"Thank goodness." He said to himself. When he turned back around into his resting position, his eyes shot open, and he froze.
In front of him stood a large lizard on two legs, its eyes, red like evil, and its stance ready to attack. His mouth the size of dragons, and body the size of one as well. The claws were sharp and enormous. It's tail whipped around knocking down several trees in its path.
Voridor backed up against the tree as far as he could, scared of the beast; he seemed to be staring death in the face. The beasts mouth opened wide apart, showing hundreds of rows of sharp blade like teeth, and the tongue whipped around like a whip-lash in the hands of a tamer.
"How do you like him?" A boy about the same height as Voridor (Maybe taller) walked by the beast, patting it on the side of the mouth as it drooled.
He had an evil look, he wore gloves made from leather, and he stood buff. His black hair moved back to a ponytail, or what is known as a Warriors Tail.
"Gura…" Voridor hissed at his brother. Gura laughed.
"Zeala, meet my brother Voridor." Gura introduced. "The suppose Avatar." Gura laughed once more.
"I'm assuming Zeala's this hideous creature that hatched from your egg." Voridor laughed back.
Gura's look changed, as it turned from laughter to anger. He spat at the ground and glared into the eyes of Voridor. A smirked crossed his face, and he turned around, back facing his brother.
"Zeala…" He spat. "Eat him up… and don't come back without a body part." Gura walked away into the distance, and soon disappeared within the mist.
Voridor's smile turned back to a scared face, as Zeala, the monster got closer with the drooled mouth, half dripping blood, and half dripping saliva.
Voridor tried thinking of plans on how to escape his position, he was cornered against a tree, and Zeala seemed to be the one to not let him go without his masters ordered confirmed.
Voridor shot up at a vine above Zeala, and to his side where the vine connected to another. A smirked crossed Voridor's face, but it soon ran away cause of the roar Zeala gave.
With a steady movement, Voridor took a side step towards a tree to his side. Zeala reacted with a jump towards the direction. With quick movement, Voridor towards a vine, and blue lightning shot out, and struck the vine. Soon, the vine caught fire, and the fire chained the vine next to it, having it catch fire, and catching the vine next to it. Soon, the area was covered in red flames.
Zeala stepped back, and roared. It looked around and seemed to panic as string of vine from above it fell down by its feet.
Quickly without hesitation, Voridor sped past Zeala and quickly past the burning part of the woods. He looked back to see the frightened beast, but only saw Zeala charging after him.
"Aw, come on!" He cursed at himself. He shot lightning from his fingertips, and burned the path he was running on, trying to redirect the beast another way, giving him time to rest, but Zeala kept at him, not even feeling a pinch of the fire.
Finally, exiting the deep misty woodened forest, Voridor smiled, finally getting out into the open air, but soon as he got further out into the open, his smiled seemed to have been slapped off his face as he came upon a cliff.
Quickly, and steadily he stopped, almost falling down. He stared into the depths and saw nothing but a long drop of death. Breathing hard, Voridor was about ready to give up, having nowhere to go.
As Voridor turned back, Zeala quickly dashed out from the woods, and stood its ground with an angry roar. Voridor stood frozen, trapped, and his lightning bending was no use of help.
Zeala took one beastly step, and another, one after another, slowly reaching the trapped Voridor. It's tail flung around, ready to strike, and its jaws hung open with its sharp teeth ready to bite.
Frantically, Voridor reached into his pocket, and drew out a whistle with a dragons tooth on it. He stuck it into his mouth, and blew. No sound came out. Voridor shoved the whistle back into his pocket and smiled.
He stared at Zeala cautiously, and stepping back with baby steps near the edge. The beast opened its mouth, and roared a battle cry. In his mouth, a ball of electricity seemed to be forming. Voridor eyes widened as he stepped closer to the edge.
"Come on…" Voridor whispered to himself.
Zeala took one big leap towards Voridor and the ball shot out from its mouth, quickly moving towards the feet of Voridor. Soon, rocks shattered in front of him as the blue glowing ball collided with the ground. The rocks felt sharp, and some smashed his face, leaving deep cuts, and wounded spots. Losing his balance, Voridor leaned backwards, falling off the edge and almost a mile into his death.
Voridor closed his eyes, mumbling for something, and praying as he fell closer to death. He opened his eyes, and saw a black figure maybe a bit larger than Zeala coming towards him. It had wings the size of a dragon, and moved towards him fast.
"About time!" Voridor yelled. The black figure turned to be a dragon, big, its scales were as black as the midnight sky, and it's horned were sharp like dragon tooth. As the dragon came under Voridor, resting his fall and saving him from death, he blew a flare of fire at Zeala, but quickly with reaction, the beast jumped out of the way and shot another ball of lightning at the dragon and Voridor.
Voridor stood on the back of the dragon, and quickly created a barrier with his Lightning Bending and protected the two of them.
"Lets get out of here Gyron!" Voridor yelled.
Gyron, the name of his dragon, dashed its wings and flew away into the clouds.
Voridor held his arm in pain as one of the shattered rocks must have cut him, as well as the cuts on his face. As he lay on the back of his dragon, Gyron and closed his eyes, finally getting away from the horrid beast.
"Thank you Gyron." He mumbled.
As Gyron flew through the clouds, Voridor slept, and did nothing but sleep through the flight.
It's time.