The Discovery

By:

Guardiangirl1


Hello out there! A few quick things:
1) this is my first Avatar fic, so please, no flames, but helpful, constructive criticism, kindly giving me suggestions on how to make the fic better.

there! A few quick things:1) this is my first Avatar fic, so please, no flames, but helpful, constructive criticism, kindly giving me suggestions on how to make the fic better.

2) The oh so annoying disclaimer:

Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances, own Avatar: The Las Airbender-

Aang: Untie me right now!

Uh, no. Now, on with the story!


Chapter 1-The Chase

Aang threw the rock up into the air. Momo instantly shot up towards it, and grabbed, then floated gently back down to earth. Aang did his best not to crack up, in fear of waking Katara and Sokka. It was early in the morning, and Aang was the only one up, besides Momo. He knew Sokka would sleep until about noon if he got the chance. Katara was usually an early riser, but the kids had gotten to sleep late the night before. They had been too busy running to sleep.

"Oh Momo", Aang sighed as the lemur landed back on the ground. Momo and Appa, his flying bison, were all Aang had left from the Southern Air Temple, his home. The rest had been destroyed by the Fire Nation, something Aang was sure he could have prevented. He was the Avatar, after all, it was his job to keep peace among the nations, but how could he keep peace, when he had come in right at the height of the war itself? Even with Fire Nation so close to victory though, for the longest time, one waterbender had held onto a small hope for the world, in hopes that someday, the Avatar would come back to save them all. What a joke, Aang thought, throwing Katara a sad look. It had been her and Sokka who had gotten him out of the iceberg; they had been the ones who had been traveling with Aang for so long, to help him master the ways of the Avatar, to help him learn. But who could teach him? Who could…?

"Morning Aang", said a pleasant sounding voice from behind him. He whirled around and saw Katara had woken up, and jut in time for him. He didn't want to get lost in his bitter thoughts, after all.

"Morning Katara", he said, trying to sound upbeat and friendly, as usual. He didn't want to worry his friend.

"You're up early", Katara commented as she started to pack up. They couldn't stay in one place for too long, in fear that Zuko and the rest of the Fire Nation would catch up to them. Sooner or later, they were going to have to wake Sokka up to, and neither of them were looking forward to that task.

"I woke him up yesterday", Katara said, giving Sokka a half-annoyed, half-amused look, "Your turn Aang"

"Okay, okay…" Aang thought for awhile, and finally came up with a good idea. He jumped up onto Appa, and leveled his hands with the spot Sokka was sleeping. A gust of wind flew out of his hands, and hit Sokka, who yelled.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he yelled as he skidded away. Aang and Katara were cracking up.

"Haha, very funny", Sokka said sarcastically, untangling himself from the sleeping bag, "You're a real genius Aang, and a right old pain in the-"

"We have to get going", Katara said quickly, "Grab your sleeping bag so we can finish packing up"


"I can't believe we lost them!" Zuko was furious, "How can we possibly loose them? He's smart, for a kid…"
Iroh sighed as he followed his nephew. Just once he would have liked to see Zuko relax, and not worry about catching the Avatar. But he knew Zuko would never stop, not until he got what he wanted.

"Where could he have gone?" Zuko asked, looking through the telescope, "How hard can it be to find a giant flying monster with an arrow on his forehead?"

"Perhaps you should take a break, Prince Zuko", Iroh suggested, even though he knew it would do no good.

"I don't have time for a break!" Zuko snapped. He looked through the telescope again, at an oncoming island. Suddenly, they heard a distance crash, and a second later, birds flew out of the trees in all directions.


"What was that!" Sokka yelled, whirling around. They had heard a crash or something from nearby, and from the sound of it, very close by.

"Lets go look", Aang said, grabbing his staff and taking off into the woods. Before Sokka could protest, Katara had taken off after him.

"For once", Sokka said, grabbing his boomerang, "Just once, I'd like to run away from the loud noises, and not towards them. Wait up!"


Aang was running through the woods, Momo was clutching his shoulder for dear life. Katara and Sokka were a little ways behind him, but still making good pace. Suddenly, he came out into a clearing, and saw…

He came to a dead halt, "No way…"

It was a girl. She was wearing a yellow long sleeved shirt, with a red, shawl type thing draped over her shoulders. Her pants were a brownish sort of color, to match her boots. And she had arrows running along her hands, and down her head. Clutched in her hand loosely, was a staff, exactly like Aangs'.

She looked around at the sound of Aangs' voice, and jumped back, away from him. She started to back out of the clearing, a look of fear in her soft blue eyes.

"Wait!" Aang said, stepping forward, "I won't hurt you, please-"
But the girl had no interest in Aangs' words. She took off into the forest.

"Wait!" Aang yelled, taking off after her, "Stop! Please!"

But she didn't stop. She ran. And ran. She was fast, that was for sure. Aang couldn't keep up. He finally gave up his chase after loosing sight of the girl, and collapsed against a tree.

"Aang!" Katara and Sokka had finally caught up, both looked out of breath.

"What was the noise?" Sokka asked, "Did you figure it out?"
"Yes", Aang said, a note of sadness in his voice.

Sokka and Katara exchanged a look, "Well?"

Pause, then…

"It was an Airbender"


Well, whatta you think? Good, bad, or open-a-window-for-me-to-jump-out-of-so-I-won't-have-to-look-at-this-horrible? No matter what, tell me (no flames though, be nice about it), so I know whether or not to update. And to clear up some confusion, yes, I am holding Aang, the Avatar, hostage against his will, and yes, right now he is staring at me with hate. He'll come in every now and then himself, with pleas for escape, and comments on the story.

Aang-I think your story was the last, really long comment

Aaawww, be quiet Aang

Aang-You said I could have an opinion!
I never said that!

Aang-Sure sounded like it to me…

Grrr…whatever, just review, and get Aang off my back

Aang-Then let me go already!
NO!