Post by eduante on Apr 29, 2008 18:05:58 GMT 1
Here's the next chapter to artifacts of avatar
Chapter 2: Learning experience
Yells sounded all around Stathis. He stumbled to the ground, as people ran by him. Smoke filled the sky, and fires lit his once peaceful village ablaze. Children cried and mothers screamed. All and all, it was a scene of complete chaos.
“Master!” yelled Stathis again and again, in a desperate attempt to find his guardian. Suddenly a female’s voice rang in his ears.
“Stathis, Stathis…. Stathis? Is that your name?” asked a water tribe girl tearing Stathis from his nightmare. The girl was beautiful, by any 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.
“Who are you?” he asked the girl as he shook the memories away.
“Hoshie,” she replied, “you’re on a water tribe ship, bound for the fire nation capitol.”
“What?” he asked, suddenly realizing a flaw in his rescue.
“Yep,” she replied, “My captain’s good friends with the fire lord.”
Stathis hopped out of the bed and grabbed his things. Two swords, one of them a brilliant golden blade and the other a dull short sword, and a ruby dragon statuette. Both the golden blade and the statuette he had stolen from a fire nation captain. Of coarse the captain had stolen the artifacts first.
Stathis continued up the stairs, with Hoshie fallowing him. “Where’s the captain of this ship?” yelled Stathis. As stated previously he had already fought one, and he could certainly take another.
“The name’s Sokka,” replied a deep voice. A man walked up to Stathis who looked very strong. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and he had a thick beard. “What is our guest’s problem?”
“Why are we going to the fire nation?”
“To say hello,”
“You don’t understand!” shouted Stathis, “They’ve been stealing artifacts from the temples!” After receiving puzzled looks from all who listened, Stathis pulled out the golden blade and Dragon statuette. “I found these on a fire nation captain who was headed to the temple of the South Pole lands!”
“And he gave them to you?” frowned Sokka. Some of the crewmen laughed.
“No, I had to kill him,” explained Stathis.
“WHAT!?!?”
“Yeah,” said Stathis, cursing his idiocy, “I was only trying to protect the southern temple!” he quickly added. The crew started to grab their weapons, but Sokka hushed them.
“What was he captain off?” asked Sokka very calmly.
“An airship,” replied Stathis. He was terrified, but didn’t show it. Worriers never showed fear.
“What was the name of the airship?”
“The Volcano breath,” said Stathis remembering the burning label of the ship he hot down, with explosive arrows. Sokka laughed and shuck his head. “You’ll be fine kid. As a matter of fact I think you have a reward waiting for you in the fire nation,” chuckled the older man.
“What?” asked Stathis and Hoshie at the same time.
“Lately there’s been rebellion in the fire nation. Lot’s of people are still mad about Firelord Zuko’s. These treasure thieves are some of them.”
Stathis sighed, but his relief was short lived, for Sokka drew a black blade from its sheath, and attacked Stathis. Stathis parried the blow with the golden blade, and spun away from the dangerous captain. Some of the crew started to pull out weapons, but Sokka waved them away, and the confused sailors obeyed.
“I’m testing the boy’s strength,” he explained more to Stathis then the crew, “To see if he can really beat a captain.” Sokka however had other intentions then he spoke. He knew the boy was tough enough to beat most who faced him. But could such a child understand these powers?
Within moments of the battle, Sokka had realized the boy didn’t. While he was aggressive, in his attacks, and quick with his defense, he put to much effort forth. The boy would tire soon enough. Sokka couldn’t help but chuckle as the fantastic attack patterns began to slow.
Finally, the two locked their blades above their heads. Stathis, in a desperate attempt to gain an advantage, head butted the older fighter in the stomach. Sokka was to wise for such a trick though, and as Stathis shot forward, Sokka used the boy’s momentum to through him to the ground.
Sokka put his sword at the boys back. “You put up a good fight,” said Sokka trying to repair the boy’s ego.
“A good fight is one that has been won,” replied Stathis shaking his head.
“And a good fighter takes losses as a learning experience,” Sokka shot back. He watched the boy for a moment. “Have you learned anything boy?”
The silence of Stathis’s confusion was all he needed to here. Sokka walked back to his cabin and gestured for the crew to start working again. Stathis sat in thought, and remained undisturbed for the rest of the day.
Chapter 2: Learning experience
Yells sounded all around Stathis. He stumbled to the ground, as people ran by him. Smoke filled the sky, and fires lit his once peaceful village ablaze. Children cried and mothers screamed. All and all, it was a scene of complete chaos.
“Master!” yelled Stathis again and again, in a desperate attempt to find his guardian. Suddenly a female’s voice rang in his ears.
“Stathis, Stathis…. Stathis? Is that your name?” asked a water tribe girl tearing Stathis from his nightmare. The girl was beautiful, by any 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.
“Who are you?” he asked the girl as he shook the memories away.
“Hoshie,” she replied, “you’re on a water tribe ship, bound for the fire nation capitol.”
“What?” he asked, suddenly realizing a flaw in his rescue.
“Yep,” she replied, “My captain’s good friends with the fire lord.”
Stathis hopped out of the bed and grabbed his things. Two swords, one of them a brilliant golden blade and the other a dull short sword, and a ruby dragon statuette. Both the golden blade and the statuette he had stolen from a fire nation captain. Of coarse the captain had stolen the artifacts first.
Stathis continued up the stairs, with Hoshie fallowing him. “Where’s the captain of this ship?” yelled Stathis. As stated previously he had already fought one, and he could certainly take another.
“The name’s Sokka,” replied a deep voice. A man walked up to Stathis who looked very strong. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and he had a thick beard. “What is our guest’s problem?”
“Why are we going to the fire nation?”
“To say hello,”
“You don’t understand!” shouted Stathis, “They’ve been stealing artifacts from the temples!” After receiving puzzled looks from all who listened, Stathis pulled out the golden blade and Dragon statuette. “I found these on a fire nation captain who was headed to the temple of the South Pole lands!”
“And he gave them to you?” frowned Sokka. Some of the crewmen laughed.
“No, I had to kill him,” explained Stathis.
“WHAT!?!?”
“Yeah,” said Stathis, cursing his idiocy, “I was only trying to protect the southern temple!” he quickly added. The crew started to grab their weapons, but Sokka hushed them.
“What was he captain off?” asked Sokka very calmly.
“An airship,” replied Stathis. He was terrified, but didn’t show it. Worriers never showed fear.
“What was the name of the airship?”
“The Volcano breath,” said Stathis remembering the burning label of the ship he hot down, with explosive arrows. Sokka laughed and shuck his head. “You’ll be fine kid. As a matter of fact I think you have a reward waiting for you in the fire nation,” chuckled the older man.
“What?” asked Stathis and Hoshie at the same time.
“Lately there’s been rebellion in the fire nation. Lot’s of people are still mad about Firelord Zuko’s. These treasure thieves are some of them.”
Stathis sighed, but his relief was short lived, for Sokka drew a black blade from its sheath, and attacked Stathis. Stathis parried the blow with the golden blade, and spun away from the dangerous captain. Some of the crew started to pull out weapons, but Sokka waved them away, and the confused sailors obeyed.
“I’m testing the boy’s strength,” he explained more to Stathis then the crew, “To see if he can really beat a captain.” Sokka however had other intentions then he spoke. He knew the boy was tough enough to beat most who faced him. But could such a child understand these powers?
Within moments of the battle, Sokka had realized the boy didn’t. While he was aggressive, in his attacks, and quick with his defense, he put to much effort forth. The boy would tire soon enough. Sokka couldn’t help but chuckle as the fantastic attack patterns began to slow.
Finally, the two locked their blades above their heads. Stathis, in a desperate attempt to gain an advantage, head butted the older fighter in the stomach. Sokka was to wise for such a trick though, and as Stathis shot forward, Sokka used the boy’s momentum to through him to the ground.
Sokka put his sword at the boys back. “You put up a good fight,” said Sokka trying to repair the boy’s ego.
“A good fight is one that has been won,” replied Stathis shaking his head.
“And a good fighter takes losses as a learning experience,” Sokka shot back. He watched the boy for a moment. “Have you learned anything boy?”
The silence of Stathis’s confusion was all he needed to here. Sokka walked back to his cabin and gestured for the crew to start working again. Stathis sat in thought, and remained undisturbed for the rest of the day.
