Avatar the last airbender: Kyoshi's descendant

Chapter 3

Flashback: Sokka felt like he was useless to the team, even though his strategic planning was somewhat effective, so we figured he needed a master. Then some guy tried to hunt us down....well hunt Aang. Long story short, Sokka knows how to use a sword, and Big scary man is on the loose somewhere.   

The darkness of the night gives the landscape an ominous feeling. We settled around a campfire, telling each other ghost stories.

"Suddenly, they heard something down the hall in the dark. Oooh ... It came into the torchlight ... and they knew the blade of Wing Fung was haunted!" Sokka draws his sword and points it toward the fire and yells dramatically.

I cleaned the dirt off of my nails. As most of us weren't really impressed with Sokka's story.

" I think I like "the man with a sword for a hand" better," Aang spoke up.

"Thank you!" I said, at least somebody enjoyed Kyoshi Islander folklore. 

"Water Tribe slumber parties must stink." Toph said.

"No, wait! I've got one! And this is a true Southern Water Tribe story." Katara said.

"Is this one of those "a friend of my cousin knew some guy that this happened to" stories?"

"No, it happened to Mom."

I straighten up, wanting to hear the story.

"One winter when Mom was a girl, a snowstorm buried the whole village for weeks. A month later, Mom noticed she hadn't seen her friend Nini since the storm. So Mom and some others went to check on Nini's family. When they got there, no one was home. Just a fire flickering in the fireplace. While the men went out to search, Mom stayed in the house. When she was alone, she heard a voice. "It's so cold, and I can't get warm!" Mom turned and saw Nini standing by the fire. She was blue, like she was frozen. Mom ran outside for help, but when everyone came back, Nini was gone."

Sokka and Aang hid behind some tree trunks while I perched over my seat, and listened with great interest.

"Where'd she go?" I asked.

 "No one knows. Nini's house stands empty to this day, but sometimes, people see smoke coming up from the chimney like little Nini is still trying to get warm."

It was quiet; all that was there was the moaning of the wind and the rustling of the trees. 

Toph gasps and straightens up, "Wait! Guys, did you hear that? I hear people under the mountain. And they're screaming." 

"Pfft! Nice try." Sokka said. I wanted to be sure. So I got up, closed my eyes, and stomped the ground using seismic sense. I picked up small vibrations, almost like little tremors coming from the east. The mountain. I open my eyes as my heart began to race.

"No, she's serious. There is something going on." 

"You're probably just jumpy from the ghost stories." Katara reassured.

"I don't think that's the case. But one things' for certain-"

"It just ... stopped." Toph said.

"All right, now I'm getting scared." Aang said hugging both Sokka and Katara.

"Hello, children."

My reflexes kicked in, and with lightning speed, I took out my fans, ready to defend from whoever it was lurking in the darkness. Suddenly, out comes an elderly lady.

"Sorry to frighten you. My name is Hama. You children shouldn't be out in the forest by yourselves at night. I have an inn nearby. Why don't you come back there for some spiced tea and warm beds?"

Sokka and I looked at each other; I quickly folded back the fans and hid them behind my back, "Yes, please." Sokka said sheepishly. We followed her into a small building a few miles away from the forest we were camping. We came across a nice little building nestled up upon a hill. The moon was in its waning gibbous stage, so very little light was shown.