The Avatar's Guardian: The Lost Story (Avatar the Last Airbender fanfic)

Chapter Twelve

Satomi's P.O.V.
I trudge behind my friends absolutely flabbergasted that they got me to join them to a festival, and at my scar prickling at my side furiously in discomfort. I don't even know how they managed to get me to join them in this dangerous mad man's pursuit. I sigh and follow them all the same, a mask plastered on my face even though my hood is pulled over my head, while my cloak is a curtain around my body. I keep an eye out in case anyone notices me or the others. It would be hard to overcome an ambush in these crowded streets. The crowd itself would pose a problem itself. The odds of being trampled and killed that way are very high if any incident were to occur. I brush the thoughts aside as Aang guides us to a stage where a fire bender is performing a few tricks. My scar prickles angrily at being so near a fire bender without sending him tumbling back on a blast of air, but I refrain. It goes against everything my gut is telling me, but I manage to contain the urge. Just because I do not like fire benders does not mean all of them are bad I remind myself. The man begins to search for a volunteer, and he calls Katara to the stage. The back of my neck prickles. This can not end well. We are drawing too much attention to ourselves.

He annonces to the crowd that she will be playing the damsel in distress. He ties her to a chair and brings a dragon to life using fire bending. He pretends to lose control of it as it heads straight for Katara. Aang jumps on to the stage without hesitation and bends the dragon to smithereens with a blast of air. The crowd gasps realizing he is the avatar. I sigh and leap on to the stage as well. There goes our cover.

I bend a few soldiers off the stage as Aang unties Katara. I pull the mask from my face as soon as I have a chance and follow Aang who drags Katara through the crowd ahead of me. Sokka fights through the crowd as well. I am elbowed and shoved, and I begin to feel aches where I have been hit. Bruised no doubt. I stumble as I begin to feel aches where no one has hit me like the side of my right thigh and the top of my left shoulder. I chance a quick glance at my shoulder to find a bruise that should not be there. A light bulb goes off in my head.

It's Aang. It's finally happened. The bond has grown strong enough that his injuries are transferring to me. I take in a shaky breath becoming queasy. I am pushed back and an arm connects with my jaw as the crowd fights past me. My head flings back, and my jaw begins to throb. I pull my head back down and begin shoving through the crowd. This only results with my feet being stepped on, nearly being tripped, elbows, arms, and knees being thrown into me, and my injuries multiplying because of Aang's. The whole thing leaves my head reeling, and me stumbling after Aang and Katara. If the bond really is stronger- A shiver rolls down my spine at the thought. I don't have much to time to think on the matter as a hand wraps around my arm. I begin to wrestle it free, but I flick my eyes over to find Sokka. I sigh in relief and push myself closer to him. He is a little taller than me and much broader. He pulls me through the crowd blocking the majority of the blows that would have come to me. Sokka doesn't have a small frame like I do though either, and he seems to be able to push his way through well enough. Once we are out of the crowd he releases my arm, and we dash to catch up to Katara and Aang.

"Thanks," I yell to Sokka over the roar of the crowd behind us. He nods as we round a corner. A man stops us as we crash into Katara and Aang. He throws a bomb down the alley distracting the soldiers further down it. He quickly explains who he is, and Aang agrees to follow him. So we all end up dashing into the forest towards Chey's camp. Once he is sure it is safe, we slow our pace and continue on our way. We are stopped only once, but Chey knows the people and they allow us to pass without a second thought. The back of my neck prickles at this. The system to letting people in this secret camp is flawed, but I suppose they don't exactly have the manpower to do other wises unless necessary. I shrug the thought away my senses on high alert as we continue on our to this camp.

The trip is not extremely long, and we arrive at the camp shortly. Chey doesn't stop here though. He proceeds to lead us to Jeong Jeong, the leader and founder of this small resistance group. Chey leaves us outside his tent and the pricking of my scar suddenly stops, but I know the man that sits in front of me is a fire bender. I drop to my knees and wait for him to speak as I did with all my teachers and people like Gyatso whom I highly respect. My hands rest balled into fists on the middle of my thigh. Aang is the first to speak, but I remain silent with my head tipped slightly to the ground. Jeong Jeong shifts, and I know that he has opened his eyes. He does not say anything for a moment, but then I feel his eyes on me.