Well, here’s that rewrite I promised. I’m kind of glad with my story’s set-up. It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished….well NOTHING. There’ some characters that’ll be familiar to most people that I know. *wink wink*
The Tea Shop
~Iâm not one of those people youâd most likely be acquainted with. I regret many things that Iâve done in the past but I think this is the NUMBER ONE thing yet. Yes, this little story about me, is going to be my most regrettable decision yet. But Iâve already begun so I guess I shall begin at the tea shopâŚ
I made my entrance very clear while swinging the door open. Everyone stared at me as I brought the cowl below my chin; exposing the very gruesome scar over my left eye. My dual swords klinked behind me as I walk up to the counter, slamming down a silver piece.
âOne Jing Se tea please.â I said, leaning against the counter. The girl there looked at me as though I would rob her but I ignored her pitiful glares as she begun to prepare the tea. I could see out of the corner of my eyes that a few people in particular were staring at me but I ignored them and took the tea to a table in the corner; the shadows.
âYukiru!â I yelled. The pesky little fire ferret finally ran through the doors, bounding off of peopleâs heads, causing oneâs tea to spill on him, and finally landing my lap. I propped my feet atop of the table and sipped the tea quietly as everyone began to talk again.
One person in particular had caught my eye. It was a snow white haired girl with blood red eyes. She had gotten up and the whole building began to shake. Candles flickered, people screamed, and glass fell to the floor, shattering into a million pieces. I sat still while everyone ran out of the building, including the girl.
I ran outside, throwing off Yukiru in the process, and slipped the cowl over my face. The spirit had finally revealed itself when I turned around facing the, now destroyed, tea shop. I ran faster towards the girl, who now had a bow, and slightly jumped, repositioning my body towards the spirit. Thatâs when I began to send streams of fire into it, a painful roar escaping from its mouth every hit. When I had finally stopped and landed on the ground, the girl was in the clutches of the spirit.
That’s when I saw her. She was running on the rooftops, punching the air. It almost looked as though she was airbending. I could see the light streams of air blasting into the spirit’s side. It roared with pain at every hit.
“So,” I whispered, “Avatar Aang isn’t the last airbender in the world.” A smile formed. âHow unusual.â
I quickly unsheathed my dual swords and ran along the rooftops. My white cloak flowed behind me as I jumped on top of the spirit, wrestling it. Flashes of fire was seen and roars of pain escaped from its mouth. Eventually, it threw me off of its back and into a nearby house.
When I had awoken, my side was killing me. I clutched it tightly and noticed that two waterbenders were bending golden streams of water around the spirit. The airbender girl had the nerves to talk me but ignored her and began to warn the others that the spirit was stronger than they thought it was. Thatâs when it broke out of the water, heading towards the palace walls.
I jumped onto the nearest building and glanced back at the others. âIâm going after him.â I said. âYou might wanna come too.â
~So blah blah blah. Yadda yadda yadda, we defeated the spirit. It only tore down a little bit of the wall, but that didnât matter. THEN, the show off girl with white hair had to be all spiritual and stuff and released the spirit of its darkness. I eventually learned her name, Karis, and the other three people she was with. A firebender who was probably around fifteen or sixteen was probably the only one there who I actually liked, since his element was fire and he could be destructive like me. His name was Travis. The airbender girl, who I was still like trying to figure out, was around seventeen. Her name was Ava; adorable, by the way. And the last person was a male waterbender. Now this was the one I was having trouble with. I couldnât figure out ANYTHING about him. He looked about fourteen, but Iâm really bad at guessing ages, anyways.
His presence was somewhat, unusual. I could sense there was something, supposedly, important about this guy but I couldnât figure it out. Oh yeah, his nameâs Hyriu.
The next day, we met up at the tea shop, which was now in pieces. I could tell that the people there didnât mind a giant hole in the ceiling; which was caused by, yours truly. Ava, Travis, and I were waiting for the other two to show up. Apparently, we were planning to go through the Patola mountains to find some guy (I donât know. I wasnât paying attention again.) who had been planning to kill Fire Lord Zuko. It was dead silence and the only sound had escaped from my saber-tooth moose lion, Bixby, who snorted loudly. I wanted to strike up a conversation with these two but nothing ever came out, so I just stayed on Bixbyâs back, hoping that something would happen.
Thatâs when Travis asked Ava, âSo, this had been nagging me intently ever since we met. If Avatar Aang was, supposedly, the last airbender; then why are you here? I thought the Fire Nation did a complete genocide thing and wiped them out.â
She sighed loudly and began her story. I was listening to it, but never paid attention. My stomach growled the entire time and I was dying. In the middle of the story, I did notice that Hyriu and Karis had finally showed up.
âWell,â Hyriu began, âIâm ready if anyone else is.â
I sat up straight and yelled, âFinally, weâre getting somewhere! Iâve been waiting for an adventure.â I jumped off of Bixby and walked towards the group, resting an elbow on Karisâs shoulder. I could tell by their facial features and bodies that I was probably the youngest in the group. âCan we just go to these mountains now? Iâm hungry for an adventure.â A low grumble bellowed from my stomach. âAnd apparently food.â
So we entered the tea shop and sat at a table in the corner. I plopped my feet on the table and rested my hands behind my head. Dirt escaped from my black, clunky boots. I began to drool at a plate full of dumplings was being served to another table. But my thoughts of food drifted away as I caught the eye of a familiar looking person across the room, his hood over his face.
âSo, topic starter; what brings everyone here to Ba Sing Se?â Karis asked.
I ignored Karisâs question completely and only focused on eating the dumplings I had ordered. The man pulled down his hood, revealing a pair of turquoise eyes. He smiled at me in a way that seemed too familiar for me to stand. Thatâs when I had enough of wondering. I set down the chopsticks and wandered over to his table, despite all the cautious whispers of the group.
I slammed my hand down on the table, causing it to echo throughout the whole room. Everyone stared dead at us.
âNow, Piper, why would you go and do something like that?â he asked. He slightly grinned and leaned back in his chair.
I grabbed the collar of his tattered and worn shirt. Whispers formed behind us, but I didnât care.
âWhoa, Piper.â He had his hands up in defense. âI know that youâve been veryâŚdefensive for almost all your life, but do you really have to beat up your own brother?â
~Now this is the part where I hug him and cry into his shoulders, but I didnât want you guys to know that specifically. Heâs a tall, slender thing with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He took after our mother, whom youâll learn about later. His name is Caleb, by the way.
I wanted to ask why he didnât explain for his disappearance or mistaken âdeathâ. I turned around to see if the others were paying any attention but once I saw that they were talking to each other, I turned back to face Caleb.
But he was gone.
I looked around frantically but never did find him. So, I decided to go sit back down. I leaned the chair back and slipped the cowl over my face. I noticed everyone was staring at me, waiting for me to answer the question on why I was in Ba Sing Se in the first place.
I took a deep breath and began my tragedyâŚ