The landscape was scorched. Buildings burnt and the sound of fighting could still be heard at the bottom of the mountain.
At the very peak of the old mountain laid a young boy. He had given his life for this day an now here he was...his life slowly fading away.'How did it come to this?' He asked himself.
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1 year earlier."Why is the south so bloody cold!" The young boy asked. He was dressed in a winter coat and a large scarf. "the southern water tribe should be close by now...I hope..."
He noticed a smoke in the distance and quickly ran for it. "Smoke means people, people mean food!" He said.He eventually made it to the source of the smoke however what he saw was not what e was expecting.
He had indeed arrived at the southern water tribe but the village was being attacked by fire nation soldiers.He slipped off His jacket and bag and walked towards them. His hands began producing what appeared to be a thick black fog.
The fire nation soldier noticed him and laughed.
"You wanna get hurt kid?" He asked.
The boy grinned from under his scarf.
"No...but do you?"Before they could reply, the boy rushed forward, delivering a punch to the closest soldier near him.
The others looked at him in shock. They rushed him with their weapons but they were all taken out by odd projectiles."w-who are you?!" The last conscious soldier asked him.
"I am Alistor, the last shadow bender" he said before kicking the soldier in the face.
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Avatar: the last shadow vender
FanfictionA young boy is gifted with a forbidden power; shadow bending. A form of bending that feeds off the negative feelings of others...