Post by eduante on Apr 23, 2008 1:04:19 GMT 1
This is the first chapter of a series I'm going to call
The clouds were a dark grey forteling of a growing blizard over the snowy plains. They stretched as far as the artic lands themselves. Despite the soon-to-be horable weather a lone person stood atop a large doon of snow and looked about lands.
The boy wore his heavy winter cloak, and a large brown scarf. His hands wore gloves, and his right gripped tightly his broad short sword. The wepon was dull but it's owner wasn't. In his hands the weopon preformed better then the finest. Strapped to his back was a large cross bow, big enough to send an arrow threw the toughest of snow beast.
But he didn't plan to kill the wild life. His target was much, much bigger.
A large noise sounded all around the boy as his eyes shot to the sky to spot his true enemy. It looked like a large ship, made of the blackest iorn. It was attacked to a gigantic red balloon that kept it a float in the sky. Upon the balloon was the symbol of the fire nation, for this was a fire nation airship.
The behemoth did not notice the small hunter as it flew over him, and the hunter thanked the spirits for his fortune. It flew toward a large mountain in which a water nation temple had been built. But the hunter couldn't allow its trip to end.
He notched an arrow in his great crossbow. He took aim at the balloon and fired. His aim was true and the arrow sunck deep inside of it. Ofcoarse the hunter hadn't expected the balloon to break, but then his arrows were special.
They were explosive.
In minutes of the impact, a large ball of fire tor the balloon further. The boy notched arrow after arrow and made every shot count. By the time his quiver was empty, smoke surronded the large vessal as it made its desent to the ground.
As it hit large drifts of snow flew out and reached even the hunter miles away. The hunter didn't concern himself with this as he trew down his cross bow and began to run towards the fallen ship. His hand fell comfertably to his sword for it would soon come in handy.
The captain of The Volcano breath quickly stabilized himself. He searched threw the smoke until he found his weopon. His hand squeezed a golden blade. He had found the blade in the temple of lightning, one of the many fire nation temples. The blade was a mastery of craftsmenship, and the greedy captain wouldn't leave it behind.
His hand dropped to his pocket . In it he felt the shape of a dragon. He pulled out the magnifecant ruby stauette. Another treasure he had found while exploring fire nation temples. It held a signifacent sense of power, but he was not sure of it.
He slipped the dragon statuette back into his pocket, and began to find his way out of the reckage. Most of his men had died, and many were dying. He gave them no heed. He didn't need anyone to slow him down.
As he and the other survivers found there way of the burning ship they fond themselves in the freezing enviorment that was the south pole. Gentle snowflakes found their way down to earth, but the fire benders cared not for the scenery. All they cared for was to locate the one responsible for the crash.
It didn't take long for them to find him either. A boy in a heavey cloack and a sword in hand charged towards them. Two spear men rushed up to meet the boy, but with a flash of steal one was unarmed and being thrust into the other.
The boy continued to charge and another pike men charged forward. He lundged his pike forward, but the boy side stepped it and stabbed the pike men in the back. Fire balls were shot at the lad but he kept dodgeing. He cut down anyone who got to close until he looked blades with the capitain.
"Who are you!?" shouted the captain, "How did you take down our ship?"
"I'm Stathis," chuckled the boy, "And your ship was quite easy to bring down with enough explosive arrows!" The captain threw a dozen bows at Stathis, all of which, the boy parried to perfection.
"This gold blade of yours," continued Stathis his gaze cuaght by the rare metel's gleam, "Did you steal this as you plan to steal the artifact from the moon queen's temple?" He dodged yet another fatel blow and locked blades with theiveing captain's blade.
He swung the captain's blade away, and struck the theif in the heart. As he pulled his sword away, his enemy fell dead to the snowy artick floor. He took the golden blade and searched the theif for any other artifacts.
He found a ruby statuette. It was a dragon. He felt unbeleiveable power radiate from it. Stathis had always been fasinated by dragons and this item was truely magnificant to him. He slipped the valuble statuette into his pocket, and turned to go back to his small cave in which he lived.
Suddenly Stathis realized that he he had wasted to much time. The blizzard took up force. It was so feirce the snow felt sharp to the stranded hunter. But he continued on. However he knew not were he went.
In his dileriouse state he coninued to walk until he fell ice cold liquid beneathhis feet. He coninued until the water was up to his waste. He tumbled into the water, completely uncareing of his life. A hand grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him up as everything blacked out......
....Stathis smiled as his head lulled about lazely on the pillow of the bed he had spent the night and better part of the day in. Stathis peeled a lazy eye open to see what was amiss.
He shot up right and looked about the room. He was in a sleeping quarters of a ship, and he sighed in releif as he saw the water tribe symbol on the door. His head fell back on the pillow and he went back to sleep. He was safe, and that was all he needed to know.
He hadn't even noticed the girl in the corner.
She was beautiful, by any of the good person's standards. She had dark blue eyes that could comfort even the most distressed of people. Her hair was a shiny black, and her skin was tan and smooth. She wore the general clothes of any water tribe girl, a combination of furs and heavy cloth.
"What an odd child," she stated. She looked to the side of the bed. Two swords, one of them gold, and a dragon statuette sat here. Who was he?
"Hoshie!" yelled a voice from the deck.
"Coming!" she shouted back then coninued up, with one finale glance at the sleeping boy.
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The clouds were a dark grey forteling of a growing blizard over the snowy plains. They stretched as far as the artic lands themselves. Despite the soon-to-be horable weather a lone person stood atop a large doon of snow and looked about lands.
The boy wore his heavy winter cloak, and a large brown scarf. His hands wore gloves, and his right gripped tightly his broad short sword. The wepon was dull but it's owner wasn't. In his hands the weopon preformed better then the finest. Strapped to his back was a large cross bow, big enough to send an arrow threw the toughest of snow beast.
But he didn't plan to kill the wild life. His target was much, much bigger.
A large noise sounded all around the boy as his eyes shot to the sky to spot his true enemy. It looked like a large ship, made of the blackest iorn. It was attacked to a gigantic red balloon that kept it a float in the sky. Upon the balloon was the symbol of the fire nation, for this was a fire nation airship.
The behemoth did not notice the small hunter as it flew over him, and the hunter thanked the spirits for his fortune. It flew toward a large mountain in which a water nation temple had been built. But the hunter couldn't allow its trip to end.
He notched an arrow in his great crossbow. He took aim at the balloon and fired. His aim was true and the arrow sunck deep inside of it. Ofcoarse the hunter hadn't expected the balloon to break, but then his arrows were special.
They were explosive.
In minutes of the impact, a large ball of fire tor the balloon further. The boy notched arrow after arrow and made every shot count. By the time his quiver was empty, smoke surronded the large vessal as it made its desent to the ground.
As it hit large drifts of snow flew out and reached even the hunter miles away. The hunter didn't concern himself with this as he trew down his cross bow and began to run towards the fallen ship. His hand fell comfertably to his sword for it would soon come in handy.
The captain of The Volcano breath quickly stabilized himself. He searched threw the smoke until he found his weopon. His hand squeezed a golden blade. He had found the blade in the temple of lightning, one of the many fire nation temples. The blade was a mastery of craftsmenship, and the greedy captain wouldn't leave it behind.
His hand dropped to his pocket . In it he felt the shape of a dragon. He pulled out the magnifecant ruby stauette. Another treasure he had found while exploring fire nation temples. It held a signifacent sense of power, but he was not sure of it.
He slipped the dragon statuette back into his pocket, and began to find his way out of the reckage. Most of his men had died, and many were dying. He gave them no heed. He didn't need anyone to slow him down.
As he and the other survivers found there way of the burning ship they fond themselves in the freezing enviorment that was the south pole. Gentle snowflakes found their way down to earth, but the fire benders cared not for the scenery. All they cared for was to locate the one responsible for the crash.
It didn't take long for them to find him either. A boy in a heavey cloack and a sword in hand charged towards them. Two spear men rushed up to meet the boy, but with a flash of steal one was unarmed and being thrust into the other.
The boy continued to charge and another pike men charged forward. He lundged his pike forward, but the boy side stepped it and stabbed the pike men in the back. Fire balls were shot at the lad but he kept dodgeing. He cut down anyone who got to close until he looked blades with the capitain.
"Who are you!?" shouted the captain, "How did you take down our ship?"
"I'm Stathis," chuckled the boy, "And your ship was quite easy to bring down with enough explosive arrows!" The captain threw a dozen bows at Stathis, all of which, the boy parried to perfection.
"This gold blade of yours," continued Stathis his gaze cuaght by the rare metel's gleam, "Did you steal this as you plan to steal the artifact from the moon queen's temple?" He dodged yet another fatel blow and locked blades with theiveing captain's blade.
He swung the captain's blade away, and struck the theif in the heart. As he pulled his sword away, his enemy fell dead to the snowy artick floor. He took the golden blade and searched the theif for any other artifacts.
He found a ruby statuette. It was a dragon. He felt unbeleiveable power radiate from it. Stathis had always been fasinated by dragons and this item was truely magnificant to him. He slipped the valuble statuette into his pocket, and turned to go back to his small cave in which he lived.
Suddenly Stathis realized that he he had wasted to much time. The blizzard took up force. It was so feirce the snow felt sharp to the stranded hunter. But he continued on. However he knew not were he went.
In his dileriouse state he coninued to walk until he fell ice cold liquid beneathhis feet. He coninued until the water was up to his waste. He tumbled into the water, completely uncareing of his life. A hand grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him up as everything blacked out......
....Stathis smiled as his head lulled about lazely on the pillow of the bed he had spent the night and better part of the day in. Stathis peeled a lazy eye open to see what was amiss.
He shot up right and looked about the room. He was in a sleeping quarters of a ship, and he sighed in releif as he saw the water tribe symbol on the door. His head fell back on the pillow and he went back to sleep. He was safe, and that was all he needed to know.
He hadn't even noticed the girl in the corner.
She was beautiful, by any of the good person's standards. She had dark blue eyes that could comfort even the most distressed of people. Her hair was a shiny black, and her skin was tan and smooth. She wore the general clothes of any water tribe girl, a combination of furs and heavy cloth.
"What an odd child," she stated. She looked to the side of the bed. Two swords, one of them gold, and a dragon statuette sat here. Who was he?
"Hoshie!" yelled a voice from the deck.
"Coming!" she shouted back then coninued up, with one finale glance at the sleeping boy.
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