it's locked, stupid: book two

ch. 7

"The human and spirit realms are headed toward annihilation. And it's all your fault.This is why humans have no place interfering in the business of spirits." Raava says to Wan.

"This world is home to all of us, and what happens here is everyone's business."

"Thanks to you, this world may cease to exist! I only hope I can track down Vaatu before it's too late."

"Let me help you."

"I don't want your help." Raava says, sternly. "Don't interfere with me again, human!" Raava flies away, weaving herself through the sky. Wan and Mula turn to one another with wondering looks on their faces.

"Lets get moving." Says Wan.

Wan and Mula stand in the clearing. They start to walk to the right. They walk down a trail leading through the woods. They stop and look to their left as they hear a noise coming from the bushes. A fruit tree is put into Mula and Wan's view with its branches shaking slightly. Mula emerges from the shrub they hid behind. Both the animal and Wan look toward fruit tree before them. Four monks are revealed, who are busy harvesting the fruits from the tree. Two of the monks bring their left hand toward their chest, their fingers stretched, which creates a cloud underneath them. The monks float to the top branches of the tree, where another monk, on a cloud of his own, is already plucking the fruit. A fruit that is being plucked by a monk, and the monk is wearing similar clothing and tattoos to the later Air Nomads.

"Do you see that, Mula?" Mula turns to look at Wan. "People. And they have some kind of wind power." Wan rides up to them, laughing and excited. "More humans! I found you." The nomads startle and run away in fright, one dropping his basket. "Wait! I'm friendly!" Wan gives chase, which nearly ends up killing him when Mula stops abruptly before a cliff, tossing him. He manages to grab an overhanging branch and pulls himself back up. As he emerges above the cliff again, he sees one of the nomads running up to him and use his airbending to fly toward a floating lion turtle.

"The legends are true. Another lion turtle city. And it's flying." Wan looks at the floating lion turtle in amazement. "I have got to get over there." He ties a rope to a tree and around a rock. "There. Okay, Mula. Wish me luck." Wan climbs on the tree and burns the rope with his firebending, catapulting himself toward the lion turtle. However, he does not fly far enough, falling down. "Oh, no." He manages to grab hold of dangling vines; fade to an aerial view of the village; cut to inside the city as Wan explores the village. A green transparent bird-like spirit flies by him much to Wan's surprise and amazement. Wan smiles in amazement as he watches it go past him. "Wow."  Wan approaches a group of nomads who are meditating. "Hi, how are you? I'm Wan." The nomads stay silent and look at each other. "Um, sorry to interrupt, but it's been a while since I've seen other humans."

"Where did you come from, stranger?" A nomad asks.

"Another lion turtle city far away. For the past two years I've been living among the spirits and exploring the wilds."

"Remarkable. Come. Sit with us. We would love to hear of your travels." The nomad says to Wan, amazed.

A spirit sitting on the nomad's shoulder becomes dark and flies off much to the nomads' surprise and shock. Another dark spirit cuts through a wall of a nearby hut. People run out screaming. Next moment, there are dark spirits all over the village and Vaatu floats in the sky.

"Vaatu." Wan says.

"So, we meet again, human." Vaatu speaks.

"Why is the great spirit of the darkness here but not his other half?" A nomad asks. Wan slightly flinches nervously.