Here are basic rules:

1. This is a chain story, each poster will take turns adding a new chapter. A single writer may not post 2 chapters in a row.

2. Mark all post as the next chapter (example: If someone posted chapter 3, mark your post as chapter 4, even if it is just 1 paragraph)

3. Should two writers post at the same time,??the chapter that appeared 1st sticks.

4. If??your chapter is not posted fast enough, it can become the NEXT chapter??IF it is not in direct conflict. (Example: Two writers post chapter 5 at same time, if writer B's chapter does not conflict with writer A's, then writer B's chapter can become chapter 6)

5. No profanity, sexual situations, or 'bloopers'.

I think that covers it, have fun and make a great story! I'll start.

Prologue: Aang??lay by the small fire, crouching in pain.??He had made??a small cave his refuge from the harsh storm outside. It??was funny how- enjoyable a fire-nation rain fall was. The drops were??actually warm, and gave off??a sweet scent. But the rain had turned to hail and lightning illuminated the sky.

The young Avatar felt??the??deep wound in his??side.??He was burnt terribly??threw-out the torso, and pain seemed to reach every inch of him. "How could this happen?" he??said to himself. He thought about all the events of the past month.??

After rallying the??Earth Kingdom into re-taking Ba-Sing-Se,??the Earth King insisted the invasion of Black-Sun go on as scheduled, a move that proved disastrous.??The??army had a late-start and arrived in Fire territory the very day of the eclipse. The day passed with no advantage to either side, but the eclipse was short lived. By the end of the week the Fire-Nation had claimed a decisive victory.

Aang sent Appa out to safety??with as??many solders as possible, Sokka was among them.??Aang had no idea??of the whereabouts of Toph and Katara.??The Avatar had escaped from Oazi himself. Never had the young boy encountered a more powerful bender.??Aang closed his eyes and tried to block out any memory of the fight or escape.

The Avatar had not yet the power to stand, but??he vowed??that when he regained his strength, he would find his friends. He had to. And he would have to do it with the entire Fire-Nation after him.??????

Chapter 3. The old man awoke with a startle. It was the middle of the night, and there was a awful storm- Or, at least the old man thought. He could no longer hear the chunks of hail pounding on his thin tin roof. Storm or not, it was no nite to have a visitor.

The old man grumbled under his breathe as he lit a candle. All it took was one light to fully brighten his small cottage. He took the few steps from his bed to the front-door and opened it up to see the strangest visitor.

The visitor was tall and hooded. The stranger was supported by a wooden cane, and had the stink of burning fabric. The old man could tell that the visitor had seen hard times when he saw the hooder's hand, the only un-covered part of the stranger, was painted with blood. "Sir- I am wounded and request to use your home to rest up for a time." The stranger, clearly a young man of about 17 by the sound of his voice spoke clearly, but awkwardly as if it was the 1st time he'd spoken with such respect and dignity. The old man stayed quiet for a moment then enter a fit of rage.

??"A time!?" He thundered, as he took a step towards the stranger. "And what would be a time! Blast Ends, I live all the way out here to avoid you beggars and scamers! Young man, get off my property!" Just as the old-timer finished the hooder responded with haste, loosing his un-natural respect.

"Listen gramps, I only need to stay here until I make contact with a friend. And he's not far away." The hooder pointed to the frozen orb in the sky. "And unless you want my friend to put one of those over you--- I could REALLY use a place to stay." The old man stared at the orb. He didn't need to think twice.

"I'm always open to the wary traveler!" He said, his voice a mix of fear and sarcasm. "Make yourself comfortable." The hooder quickly limped into the cottage and removed his cloak. The old man easily recognized him as a Water-Tribe Warrior, and easily recognized him as very hurt. Despite having to depend on a cane, and bleeding heavily from his left arm, the boy was all smiles.

"I'm Sokka." The stranger said, out reaching his hand for a hand-shake. "My name is Rion." The old man said, as he accepted the hand-shake.