Running through the brush and the undergrowth, the boys chest heaved with exhaustion; but he didn't care about that. He knew he needed to get back to the elders and tell them what he saw. He finally spotted his village just a hundred feet away. He picked up the pace even more and raced into his tiny village under the trees.
"Father! Father!" He yelled with the little air he had left. An older man only wearing a loincloth made of leaves walked out of the largest tent.
"Yes Sean?" He asked. His son collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. His father and rest of his village ran over to him. His father knelt down next to him.
"Breathe son. Water! Get him water!" A girl ran back a few seconds later with a jug of water. Sean choked over the water that his father forced down his throat. After a couple minutes, he was finally able to speak.
"I saw the most horrific thing Father. Just past the swamp, there are people, who can do... who can do horrible things."
"What is it son?" His father put his hand on his sons shoulder. Sean shuddered under his fathers touch.
"Son?" He heard his father's voice fade away as he slipped into the darkness.

*FLASHBACK*
Sean wandered the swamp with his sword hanging around his waist. He whistled while he walked, not really wanting to hunt anything today. He knelt down by an almost blossomed lily and touched the stem. His blue eyes sparkled as he helped the lily fully blossom. Sean, like his whole village, was a different kind of Waterbender. They had lived in a large swamp for centuries and his ancestors had discovered a way to move plants by bending the water inside them. He stood up and stretched. Suddenly, he heard a scream ahead of him. He was close to the edge of the swamp, so he figured it must be from the village right outside. He began running towards the sound of the scream. All of his people were agile and quick, so they had no problem running over the many weeds and roots that scattered the swamp floor. He reached the edge of the swamp and his jaw dropped; the village was on fire. He resumed running towards the village. Just as he got to the entrance, a little boy ran outside. One side of his face was a startling red and he walked with a limp. Tears ran down his face and he limped to Sean.
"My mommy is still in there! They won't let us out!" He cried out.
"Who? Who won't let you out?" Sean asked.
"The bad men!" The boy flung his arms around Sean's leg and sobbed. Sean squinted to see through the black smoke.
"Stay here, ok?" He told the little boy.
"Don't leave me!" Sean sighed and quickly glanced all around.
"Go and hide behind that bush, ok? I'll be back very soon. I promise." The boy whimpered, but nodded. He slowly walked over as Sean walked into the village. The black smoke clouded his vision, so he was unable to see anything. He put his arms out in front of him, and continued walking. The farther he walked, the clearer the air became. Soon, he could see the burning houses. It was strangely silent, and there wasn't a person in sight. He followed the path and it led him to the center of the village. He had to stop the urge to vomit; bodies were piled up on each other throughout the square. Blood was splattered everywhere, and some limbs were even strewn around. He glanced around for any living and saw none.
WHOOSH! Flames missed his face by inches. He stumbled back and saw a small group of people hiding between two houses. He sent a jet stream towards them, but they backed up before it hit them. He waited for another strike, but nothing came. Then, two people walked out slowly. One was a very tall man with spiked sapphire blue hair and the other was a only slightly shorter female with vibrant orange hair.
"Who are you?" the male asked in a deep, monotone voice.
"Maybe I should ask who the hell you are, and why you killed so many innocent people?" Sean growled back. The girl smiled, making Sean very uneasy.
"You'll find out soon enough." She said sweetly. They both put their hands up in front of themselves and they turned red with fire. Sean conjured up a wall of water around himself, for protection. Strangely enough they did not fire; they only held their pose. Suddenly, Sean felt a strong pain in his gut. He doubled over and the wall of water around him dropped. The girl took that moment of weakness and struck his left leg. He cried out in pain and turned to run, but a jet of water wrapped around his leg and pulled it out from under him. He fell to the ground, but was able to whip around to see the man create a ring of water around them. Sean jumped up, ignoring the throbbing pain in his injured leg. He grabbed the hilt on his waist. To any passersby, it would seem like a normal sword when not unsheathed; but when Sean pulled the hilt away from the scabbard, the blade was actually clear, cold ice. He swung the sword around so it was pointing straight at the male and shot a frozen stream of ice at him from the tip of his sword. The man realized too late he was being attacked, so the ice scrapped off a chunk of skin from his shoulder. He hissed in pain and yelled, "Kill him!" Five other people stepped out from between the two houses, and immediately began shooting fire and water streams at Sean. Despite his injured leg, Sean was able to dodge the attacks. He knew he couldn't handle all of them by himself, especially injured, so he slowly began backing up while firing at the others, until he could feel the water wall behind him. He quickly threw up a strong wall of water to protect himself. He heaved in a large breath of air and steadied himself for what he was about to do. His hands tingled from excitement. He waited for the right moment, when no fire or water was being thrown at him. Then, he projected seven large ice balls he created from the wall around him and threw them. The attackers attempted to destroy them, but were unable to. All seven of the ice balls crashed into their intended opponent. By the time they had thrown the balls off them, Sean had mysteriously disappeared, and was running back towards his village.

*END FLASHBACK*