ThunderFlower

Adventure Of a Lifetime

Jake never wanted this, never wanted to be the Avatar, never wanted to have the whole world on his shoulder, but yet here he was, legs wrapped tightly around the neck of a dragon. His sweaty palms gripping tightly to what he hoped was a substantial part of the creature, definitely didn't want to make enemies with this giant fire breathing death machine, no sire.

"Hey! Big guy-or girl!? Not one to assume genders here, where exactly are we going!?" Jake's voice was muffled by the fact that he had his whole face pressed against the large beast's neck. He felt a grumble ripple through his body as the dragon responded. "Ah," Jake made a face "wait I don't speak dragon-Ahhh!" He was cut off by the large beast's decision to plummet.

"Wait! NO NO NONONONOOOOO!" gripping tightly Jake screamed and said his last prayers as the ground got closer and closer. A wave of confidence washes over Jake for a moment, perhaps from the adrenaline that was rushing through his vein, daringly he opened his eyes to see what he thought would be the last thing he'd ever see before his inevitable doom. It was beautiful greens and browns and wait is that a moo-sow farm?

The dragon pulls its breaks on its flying death train causing Jake to lose grip of the creature's scales, his body came flying off and landed straight into the moo-sows mudded pen.

A beat of silence passed through the muddy valley as the young man slowly pulled his body from the sticky, ew ew Ewww, gross mud. Rolling onto his back Jake let out a loud groan and a shiver ran up his spine, being a fire nation born he was not used to the humid temperatures of where he seemed to have landed. Mud soaking his nation's uniform as he tried to stand up and turn towards the fiery beast. Only to realise that the creature was in fact not there. Startled Jake looked around rubbing down his uniform which in favour didn't do much due to his hands also being caked in mud.

"Dragon?!" Jake yelled into the fog coated hills of who-knows-where. "Please don't leave me!"

"Hello..?"

"Oh my spirits, I can understand dragons!" Jake startled and whipped his head around in the direction of the voice. But instead of seeing a huge fire breathing creature, there stood a short dark-haired man holding what appeared to be a pitchfork. "Oh uh."

"Who are you?" The man shouted, sounding more confident than he looked and started to raise his pitchfork into an attacking stance. He definitely wasn't close enough to attack from where he stood, but if he decided to launch it in the young fire benders direction it would definitely skewer him.

Jake held both his hands out towards the what looked to be an earth kingdom civilian, farmer as a job obviously, possibly born into the job-

"What are you mumbling about?!" The young farmer shouted. Oh God Jake was doing it again, analysing out loud about the situations in front of him. He often did this. It made it very awkward for everyone involved.

He still had his hands held out in front of him. "Woah-Woah, easy there," Jake thought, "I was just looking for uuhh- my lost Picken!" he said hastily, pointing to the only pig-chicken hybrid in the pen.

The young farmer raised an eyebrow before slowly lowering his pitchfork.

"You named your Picken 'Dragon'?"

"Uh yes, yes I did, pretty ironic name right" Jake relaxed and let out a small puff as he spoke.

"Ha. Yeah, guess you're right." The man had now lowered his pitchfork to his side. Now taking a relaxed stance he slowly walked towards Jake with his hand stretched put in front of him, offering what Jake would only assume was a we-got-off-on-the-wrong-foot handshake.