Dak(White fire)

Said history post, since nothing's happening.

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Later that night, the group had made camp a few hundred yards from the battle site, after spending most of the day clearing it up to cover their tracks. There were more fires than usual, due to all the new company picked up from the slave traders. Dak had made his own fire apart from the group in hopes off being left alone for the night. His hopes were dashed quickly, as Ene and his sister came over by his fire.

"What do you want?" Dak grunted.

They didn't answer, but sat down and stared at Dak. Ini was nudging Ene and pulling on his shirt, but he stayed put.

"What? Say what you want and go away."

"We're sorry for bothering you. We're leaving, right Ene?" Ini said.

He shrugged her off. "I want to know what you meant today. You said you were covered in other people's blood?" Ene said.

"Leave." Dak said in a low growl.

He stayed put. Ini stared wide-eyed at Dak, as if he was going to kill them if they did go. She tugged harder on her brother's shirt. He pushed her away and sat there, waiting for Dak to say more.

Dak glared at the kids across the glowing embers. Dak soon figured that short of catching them on fire, he wouldn't get them to leave. Bai Mao might object to that.

"You don't want to hear my story. It's not a good one. The bad guy wins, and there is no happy ending. It's written in blood and ends with death."

"I don't care. I have to know."

"Fine."

Ini stopped bugging Ene and sat, still staring, next to him. Dak stoked to coals of the dying fire and sighed deeply.

"It began a long time ago. I was four. My parents decided to send me to the very island we're going to now. It was an academy back then, seemingly loyal to the Fire Nation. It was an academy for only the richest of families. My parents had made a very large amount of gold making fabric and clothing. They even supplied the royalty with all of their wardrobe. They could afford the payments in full. I was there for two years. I learned many things there. I learned how to create white fire, how to compress my fire to make it cut like a knife or explode, and even a few lavabending forms. But, before I could learn more, my father arrived at the island to take me away. I learned later that the master of that volcano fortress was planning on building up weapons and an army to take over the Fire Nation and all the lands they hold."

Dak paused for a while and poked the coals again. After a few moments, he resumed.

"So I left the island early, with a sizable knowledge of firebending, and came home. For a year, I lived happily with my parents and my brother, who was born while I was away. It was the best time of my life. It ended abruptly though. See, my parents weren't just tailors and weavers. They used their sizable income to fund resistance armies fighting to liberate the Fire Nation people from the oppression of the Fire Lord and end the war. But they were discovered. One day, as I was playing with my brother in the yard, a Fire Nation troop caravan came towards our house. My Uncle was there that day, and my father told him to take us. So my Uncle took us up and put us in a horse-drawn cart. As we were leaving down the road, I saw the soldiers shove my father into the house. I panicked and jumped off the cart, running for the house. My Uncle yelled for me to stay, but I had to get back to my parents. As I came to the doorway, I heard my mother scream. One of the soldiers was laying on the ground dead, but the others were surrounding them. My parents died then. Burned alive in front of my eyes."

Dak lowered his head. He rubbed his face with his hand before continuing.

"My uncle was there, he took me away as the soldiers turned on us. He was barely able to keep them back as we ran back to the ostrich horses. We made it and he took us with him to his resistance camp just outside of the village we were living in. For the next seven years, I was a resistance fighter. At first, my jobs were small, but eventually, my uncle began letting me go on raids with the older men. Nine years ago..."

Dak was gritting his teeth now as he spoke.

"Nine years ago, I was fighting with a small group to eliminate a weapons distribution facility that had displaced the resident of a small town and supplied Fire Nation troops for months. We were ultimately successful, but I was left behind and surrounded by too many soldiers. I fought as long as I could, but they overpowered me and took me captive. Instead of executing me, they decided I would make a good slave. So there I was, being taken to the capital city. I proved too rebellious and dangerous to be a house servant, so they transferred me to the capitol arena. My old life ended there and this one began. Almost immediately, I was thrown into the arena to fight. I'd killed before, but never for sport or entertainment. It felt... wrong. It wasn't long before I started to try to escape. The guards were exceptionally cruel. Each time, they would drag me into a room and torture me until I could even stand. One night, however, I didn't go quietly. I fought back. I didn't have a weapon, but the concentrated fire I covered my hands with could cut through steel. I murdered both of the guards as they pulled me into the room. I felt their blood flow across my fingers, and strangely, I enjoyed the feeling. The other guards found me hacking at the dead bodies. And that's how I spent my years at the arena. Day after day, I killed people with my bare hands. I was soaked in their blood. It got in my eyes, my mouth, covered my clothes, flowed across my hands..."

Dak took another pause. Ini and Ene sat riveted, and a few slaves from the trader's carts had gathered around.

"Eight years... I killed man after man... because they were there. I was an animal. I paced my cell, waiting for the next fight. Wanting to end another life. But in the back of my mind, I also wanted to get free and kill the ones who had enslaved me. I had my chance soon enough. A man who called himself Spike conspired with me to escape from our confinement. I stole a bow for him and he kept the sentry archers occupied while I blew the gates open. Then, I was free. After so long. Spike however decided that he could make good money by turning me in, and we separated... violently. Unfortunately, the worm lived. But he doesn't matter. I fled the Fire Nation to the Earth Kingdom. While I was there, I heard of a tournament in Ba Sing Se. It was a good way to get money and, I admit, a way to get my fix of fighting. But in Ba Sing Se I found something I hadn't expected.

Dak stopped this time and chuckled sourly. A big group of ex-slaves had gathered around his small fire. He stoked it once more and continued on.

I was staying at an inn one night. From in my room, I heard a girl crying and the sounds of a beating. Out my window, I saw a man whipping a girl in the street. She was grovelling in the dirt and begging him to stop. She was a slave and the man was her master. I went out and told him to stop and leave the girl be. He pulled a knife and threatened me to stay out of his business. I refused. He attacked me and I killed him. I turned my back on the girl and made my way back inside. Before I did, the girl was clinging to me. Holding on to me for dear life. She held me like I was the only thing left to hold on to in the world. For some reason, I brought her to my room and let get clean. She never left my side after that night. She was the first person I told about my ordeal so far. Much like this..."

He stopped and looked at all the faces again. They were waiting for his next words, to finish the story. He sighed again.

"Fine. Long story short, the tournament didn't pan out. The city was attacked by these vile creatures commanded by some ancient bender or whoever he was. I was caught up in a fight for the city, but the creatures moved out soon after they arrived. They were going towards the North Pole, and thats where I ended up going. This girl, Korae, snuck onto the ship with me when I went. One long, long agonizing trip by sea later, we arrived. The city was in ruins, but I never had a chance to fight. Our ship was destroyed by catapult fire before we could land. I almost drowned under the sinking ship, but miraculously made it. I discovered that Korae had followed me and I decided we should get away from the battle. We went south, and found ourselves in Omashu. We spent a few months there, but Korae was taken away one day by traders. Much like all of you."

He motioned around the group with this line.

"So I set out to find her, and ran into an old acquaintance, Bai Mao. We stopped the traders there and planned on taking out the volcano where Vuln's operation is based. But still to this day, I feel that want, that need for battle. The hunger to fight, the exhilaration of a kill..."

Dak ended his story there. They seemed to understand and the now quite large group thinned out quickly. Soon, they had all gone to their own camps and only Ene and Ini remained. Dak noticed that Bai Mao and Sayo were also nearby, listening to the tale.

"Amazing..." Ene said, awed at the story.

"Yeah, life-changing stuff. Piss off." Dak grumbled.

He and he sister finally scurried off. Sayo, with his head bowed sadly, turned and left. Bai Mao walked up to him.

"Need to talk?" he asked.

"All the words that were there have been spoken. My story will end once I have Kar's blood. There's nothing else to it." Dak replied.

"If you say so." Bai Mao left him alone and returned to his own fire.

Dak, finally alone, rolled over and fell into another nightmarish sleep.

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Damn, that took a long time to write. Hell, you all probably won't get it anyway. Seeing as how it's so poorly explained.

Pardon me, but I'd think that Sayo would have issues with being ordered around, and I;m taking advantage of that.

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Bai Mao (Firebender, Pudao)
Morning
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I was tired from the brawl, and I had fallen asleep amost instantly after Dak told his story. I woke up, and my mind immediately began racing. Everything that had to be done today raced through my mind in an instant, along with a few plans that just popped into my head. Gweh, Yonhi, Burai and I were first awake, and after a few minutes, Gweh woke everyone else with his whistle. I immediately began giving orders as they filed out of the tent.

B'ao: Chase, Ariel, and Lu Ten, hunting and fishing. Silo go find some wood; you're making a new sheath for Dak's sword. Yonhi, I need you to get to the city up ahead and get a messenger hawk so I could contact Po-Kun to tell them to get over here and take the kids off us. Gweh, I need you to bend a hole about two feet deep. Munchkin twins, go find a big rock and bring it here. Sayo, you're with munchkin twins. Jasmine... go back to sleep.

Sayo: What? Why doesn't she have to do any work?

B'ao: She's pregnant.

Sayo: So why do I have to do anything?

B'ao: Because I said so, and I'm the leader. Anyway, I have alot of stuff to do, and no time to argue with small children.

I hadn't walked a step when Sayo shot back a remark that literally made my blood boil.

Sayo: I guess having a girlfriend who's stupid enough to get captured is a qualification for leadership.

I turned around and glared at him. Quickly exhaling from my nose, I steadied myself. The look of shock on his face told me he felt my threat.

B'ao: You felt that, right? In my mind, I just did a thousand unspeakably painful involving your face. Understand that I am the last person you want to mess with. An nobody talks about Rieji.

I turned as if to walk away, took two steps, then spun and punched him in the face. Reeling from the blow, Sayo spun a bit before falling flat on his back. Ignoring the puddle spreading around him, I bent over and put my face inches from him.

B'ao: That's the second lesson I've taught you. Would you like another?

I turned and walked over to the trench Gweh had bent (bended?), snatching the busted sword from Dak as I walked. I called back to the crowd.

B'ao: Isn't there something for you all to do? I can't fix a sword on an anvil made of air. go get the rock... and all that other stuff.

I sat and waited until I calmed down. Dak confronted me.

Dak: You were really hard on the kid this morning.

B'ao: He had it coming.

Dak: You embarrassed him.

B'ao: He insulted Rieji. You know how I get about that.

Dak: But you didn't have to do that to him.

B'ao: If it were Ariel, Sayo would be in many peices spread about the campsite. Trust me, every muscle and bone in my body was calling for his death. If I hit him any harder, he would be dead, trust me on that.

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Aeros (Assassin)

Chapter Unknown

"I Shouldn't Be Alive"

The water rushed through my face as i slowly crawled onto the shaw, i couldn't belive that i was still alive. "Why did he do this to me..." Aeros pushed out the words. Slowly Aeros crawled up the beach with a staggering pain in his stomach, sure it was bleeding but it was also bandaged up, and the letter wrote to Mar was taken, it wasn't in his hands. "Aries must of taken it, he'll probally show Mar and i will be annouced as dead..." He slowly spoke in his head. He then came to a tree, leaning on the trunk he scanned the sea in search for a boat or anyone who is out to rescue him. He couldn't handle the bandage that was poorly tied around his waist. Without taking it off so that more pain will conflict he ripped a part of his black clothing and rapped it tightly around his waist.

Four hours past and Aeros was thinking what he should do, the sun was seting and he was thinking if Mar and Kela are alright. All of a sudden a idea flowed into his head, he remebered the fall of the Brotherhood of Shadows and that one Water-bender who healed Master Shi who he accompanied most of his stay might help him out. Satsujin was his name, he remebered all the sparr matches and times were they would pick on the newbies, "I wonder how Taka is alwell." He whispered to himself as he also pictured Taka as one of his best friends at the Brotherhood.

Time slowly flew by and Aeros recieved the strength to stand up. "I shall visit you again Master Shi, Satsujin and my dear friendly Taka..." Satsujin was always at the back who would always get irritated whilst Taka was the life of the crowd, always cracking jokes and laughing... Aeros picked up his things with the pain. "I need your help my loyal friends..." He spoke as he jumped off into the valley seating off to the Brotherhoods camp site. "Then i will find you... Aries..."

To be continued...

I think i pretty much got your story confu-randon letters-

Was there a specific point crucial for the readers?

Oiy! Redoblante! Now that you're back...

I just want to say, good Idea bringing Aeros back to life and all.
Although, I question your writing, if you are going to label Aeros thinking, It would be best to include his first person thoughts in italics or single parenthesis. And the story was a bit short. But Now that he is alive, I can start planning my writing around him then.

I can wait till stuff starts happening.

Well, I don't have kids, so technically, TLG isn't a threat. lol