"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 said, drawing his sword and dramatically pointing it at the fire. "Ooh-aaah!"
"I think I like 'the man with a sword for a hand' better," Aang complained.
"Water Tribe slumber parties must stink," Toph joined the complaints.
"You're actually wrong about that Toph. I actually happen to know a rather creepy Water Tribe legend myself," I said, earning surprised looks from everyone.
"Really? How?" Katara asked.
"Well, when we were younger, the adults would tell us these horrifying stories about the other nations... Legends, if you will. I didn't realize it at the time, but they probably did this to make us fear the other nations' peoples," I replied. "Do you want to hear the story or not?"
"Depends. Is it like Sokka's?" Aang asked.
"Hey!" Sokka protested.
"No, it's not. Not that your story wasn't... uh... entertaining," I said, smiling apologetically at him. "Legend talks about an old waterbender. She had been captured from the Southern Water Tribe raids, and held prisoner for years. The guards of the prison never paid her much attention, but she paid a lot of attention to them. You see, the woman never forgot how they had taken her from her homeland during the years she was captive, up until the very day she died. Then, one day, the guards of the prison began to feel like they couldn't breathe. Like they had absolutely no control of their bodies. It turned out to be the paralyzing fear they felt when they saw the woman walking past the place that used to be her very own cell all those years ago. They say the spirit of the woman shows up every now and then, to firebenders that have wronged the Water Tribes in some way or another, tormenting those who tormented her for eternity..."
I stopped my story as soon as I saw the four of them grouped together, clearly scared. Katara was the only one who spoke. "B-But that's just a s-story, right?"
"I hope so. Because I know plenty of firebenders who could be in serious trouble if it isn't," I replied with a smile.
"Wait! Guys, did you hear that? I hear people under the mountain. And they're screaming," Toph said all of a sudden.
"Pfft! Nice try," Sokka said, finally starting to relax once again.
"No, I'm serious. I hear something," Toph insisted.
"You're probably just jumpy from the ghost stories..." Katara began.
"It just... stopped," Toph said, making us all look around warily.
"All right, now I'm getting scared," Aang admitted.
"Hello, children," we heard a female voice say all of a sudden, making the five of us jump on our places and let out a chorus of horrified screams. "Sorry to frighten you. My name is Hama."
"Oh, really? It's almost like Hana!" Sokka said, stating the obvious. "That would be our friend's name. Because she is called Hana."
"I think she gets it, Sokka," I said with a sigh.
"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?" Hama offered.
"Yes, please," Sokka accepted for all of us.
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"Thanks for letting us stay here tonight. You have a lovely inn," Katara told our host, as she poured us all some warm tea.
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The Fire Prodigy {ATLA}
FanficMy whole life I was taught that the Fire Nation was the greatest empire on Earth. That we were sharing our prosperity with all the other nations. But it wasn't until after two years of banishment with the Crown Prince that I began to realize that it...
