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Post by Guenhwyvar on Sept 25, 2006 16:28:26 GMT -5
This was partially written under the strict rules of Nick.com blab boards avatar fanfiction. Wanbli was not my first charater I created, You will find that Puella has several things in common. Tell me if you like it!
“Puella, a maid, has been caught attempting to steal the daggers your highness” a guard informed Fire Lord Ozai. “What is your sentence for her?” Ozai thought for a moment. The daggers he had only recently acquired were magical, although he didn’t quite know what they were for. No one supposedly knew what they did. “I sentence her to the bells of the assasin and banishment from the empire. If she is ever seen here again I give the order for her to be brought before me for high treason, the sentence for which is death.” He said satisfied. Puella shivered in the dark dungeons under the fire nation palace. She hadn’t even done anything and yet here she was being accused of trying to steal from the fire lord. A clank echoed down the corridor as the outer door to the dungeon was opened. Puella looked up in fright hoping that she was not being punished too horribly. She shrank against the back wall as her cell door was pulled open and a guard stepped in. Quietly she began to cry as the guard grabbed her and pulled her roughly along through the palace. They stopped in a room leading out of the palace. “You have been sentenced to the bells and banishment. You are given one week to leave the fire nation. If, by that time, you are found still within its borders you will be charged with high treason and be put to death.” The guard said coldly Puella shivered as a ring of fire formed in his hand. The ring became a collar of bells that he looped around her neck. It would never come off. She said nothing as they shoved her out the door but took off running as soon as it closed. With every step she took a distinct jingle was heard. She raced for the edge of the fire nation and freedom.
One week later….
Puella no longer cried as she reached up to feel the collar of bells around her neck. She looked off over the ocean seeing the reflection of the moon. “Why?” she quietly asked herself, “Why did this happen to me?” “Because we wished it so.” Came a voice from behind her. She turned quickly to see a woman bathed in soft moonlight. No, not bathed, it seemed to come from her, shining behind a soft smile on a silver-blue masked face. “We?” Puella asked, “Who is we?” she sounded puzzled. “We,” Came a deep gentle voice from the side, “Are the elements and we,” the voice paused, “have chosen you.” A man masked in the soft red and orange of sunset joined the woman. “Me? Why me? What would you choose me for?” “Because,” Said another woman masked in earthy colors, “We have watched you and decided you are the best for the task.” “What task?” Puella asked guardedly “Long ago there was a fifth tribe that walked the earth. Over time they were lost.” Came a sad voice behind her. She turned as a couple came to stand beside the others. The newest man masked in soft beige colors turned to the others waiting for approval to continue. After seeing their nods he turned back. “I am the spirit of air; these are the spirits of water, earth, and fire. We have come to ask you to renew the lost tribe, the tribe of song.” He told her, “In the years to come, one will be needed to teach the Avatar this lost art, for without it the fire nation will take over the world, and we will surely die.” Puella thought. They were asking much of her. But they were asking, she was their last hope. She nodded to the elements. “Thank you. This means so much.” The water spirit said softly. The earth spirit hugged her and looked into her eyes much like her mother had done when she was little. “Come,” she said, “You will join with song.” Gently she led her to the woman by the air spirit. As Puella looked up into the eyes of song, she saw a kindred spirit and smiled. She took song’s hand and they embraced as sisters. Puella saw no more as they world swirled around her and the last things she heard were the departing voices of the spirits. “We will be there when you call.” Said fire kindly. He laid something beside her. “These are now yours.” He said and began to fade. Puella’s eyes drifted closed and she slept, the moonlight shining softly on the waves of the sea beside her, In the fire nation palace the set of daggers that the fire lord had so prized was gone…
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Post by Guenhwyvar on Sept 25, 2006 16:32:55 GMT -5
forgive me for a little wierdness.... Ch.1
Puella sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Interesting night, she thought, that was a wonderful dream. She started to get up, but her legs felt funny and she looked down to see what was wrong. EEeek she shrieked and hurriedly put a hand over her mouth. No sound had come out. What happened to me? She thought frantically. ~Shhhhhhh.~ came a soothing voice in her head, ~We were joined, remember? ~ ~ Song? Is that you? I thought you were mute. ~ Puella thought back, ~ What happened to me? ~ ~ I am mute, sort of, and so now are you. You are like all of the old songbenders now. ~ ~But if I’m a songbender and I’m mute how do I sing, or talk even? ~ Puella asked puzzled ~ Think like you are saying something, you can hear it but it doesn’t come from your mouth. ~ Song replied helpfully. Is this it she thought trying. “Is this it?” she heard seeming to come from all directions and none. ~Yes.~ Said Song satisfied Puella looked down at her legs. They were the rear legs of a horse. She had a tail too, and all a beautiful blue roan. ~How do you explain this? ~ She asked sarcastically. ~Very useful for when you have to run long distances. I always liked blue roan the best. So…~ Puella cut her off. ~ How do I change them back? ~ She asked angrily ~Oh, ~ thought a deflated Song, ~ the same way you talk. ~Thank you Song. ~ Thought Puella doing just that. Great, Puella grumbled to herself shaking her head. She stood up and looked around. Beside where she had been lying was a set of daggers. They were the ones she had been accused of trying to steal. ~ What are these? ~ She asked song. ~ Oh, Fire gave you the daggers. They are magic, and can only be used by a songbender. Before you ask, you can strike a killing blow with them, but the one you hit does not die. They are transferred to another dimension to start life over. ~ ~Cool!!~ Thought Puella placing them on her belt. ~ I have to go now. ~ Song thought, ~I will come back when you need me. ~ ~What? You’re going to leave me all alone? You can’t go now! ~ Thought Puella but no replies came. Great she grumbled again. Soon she was off running towards the next village she could remember to get some food.
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Post by Guenhwyvar on Oct 4, 2006 16:34:29 GMT -5
Ch.2
"I can't believe it!" Fumed Fire Lord Ojai as he threw a wanted poster on his desk. "No one has ever seen this 'Annabel Lee' who has stolen from all of the most well known houses of my empire. Now she has even stolen from me and you tell me that she leaves no trace other that a song?" "Yyes ssirr." Stuttered the guard who was honestly scared of the fire lord's fury. "Bah! Leave me." He ordered again picking up the poster. It had no picture; it only had a song that was heard throughout every town at the time of the robbery. (The song) Many, many years ago, In a kingdom by the sea, A poor lad loved a high born maid, Beautiful Annabel Lee Evil spirits watched their love, I fear and jealousy, sent a wicked wind to kill, Beautiful Annabel Lee The wind came howling from the east, The lovers tried to flee, First it chilled and then it killed, Beautiful Annabel Lee When kinsfolk carried the maid away, The lad cried "Woe is me! Take my life but not my love Beautiful Annabel Lee” So on that day so long ago, In the kingdom by the sea, He wept by the tomb of his lost love, Beautiful Annabel Lee
On a street headed out of the city Puella smiled seeing the poster. She continued to walk off, towards her next target……A General in a Fire Nation occupied village near where there was rumored to be a group of Freedom Fighters.
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Post by Guenhwyvar on Oct 4, 2006 16:34:58 GMT -5
Ch.3
Puella stalked quietly through the house of the fire nation general, having learned to move so softly and in such a way that her bells did not ring. She had scouted it out earlier and now headed for a guarded room that held his most prized possession, a glorious battle axe. Slipping past the guards at the door, hidden in the shadows, she looked ahead to the axe sitting on pedestal. She had started singing her song when she first entered the house and it now rang throughout the town. She had to be done quickly, before it was over, but that was no problem. She snatched it from the podium making sure none of the guards had seen and quietly began to make her way out of the house. In the street she gave a sigh of relief as her song ended and began to walk nonchalantly out of the village. At the edge a veteran, more experienced than the others, spotted her. “Hello little missy, what is it you got there?” He said stepping in front of her and tugging her cloak aside before she could react. “You!!!! You’re Annabel Lee!!” He exclaimed recognizing the axe. Oh great, she thought to herself, six months of stealing out from under the noses of suspicious guards and I get caught in a village that no one knows the name of. She hurriedly looked around for a way to escape. There, a straight path to the forest, she took off running swiftly changing her legs to gain more speed. “Catch her!” cries rang behind her as she disappeared into the forest with many guards in swift pursuit. She saw an overhanging branch ad pulled herself up onto in quickly climbing higher looking for a place to leave the axe so she could get it later. She dropped down to the ground and began to walk off in the opposite direction, deeper into the forest. Longshot and the boy he was teaching to shoot the bow sat quietly in a tree waiting for deer. There one was! The boy thought pulling the bow back and loosing before Longshot could confirm that it was a deer. True to his training the arrow hit in the shoulder. Both Longshot and the boy cried out, realizing that it was not a deer, but a girl. Puella did not know what hit her. She looked down at her shoulder incredulously and saw the arrow sticking out. The sight was too much for her and her legs dropped out from under her depositing her on the ground. Her vision blurred but she could make out two forms. “Idiot! Have I not told you time and time again, look before you shoot! You better hope it’s not too bad or Jet will kick you out. As it is you’ll probably be on kitchen duty for weeks!” “I’m sorry Longshot, I really am!” “Tell her that, after she wakes up.” She felt her shoulders lifted. “Come on and help me get her back to camp so we can get this arrow out!” He snapped. Puella surrendered to darkness as waves of pain began to come from her shoulder…..
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Post by Sam(The one in charge) on Oct 6, 2006 14:48:15 GMT -5
Oooh, very pretty story. And yet its very childish. One quick question. Isn't Longshot a mute??? Sorry to nitpick a bit but...then again....Overly obbessed fan. ^.^ Anyway! Thats a very good concept and its very well written.
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Post by Guenhwyvar on Oct 6, 2006 18:04:09 GMT -5
I wrote it when I was younger, I just thought you might like to see what I started out writing. Would you like to read more? I have more chapters from it saved.... I wrote this when I still didn't know that much about Avatar, thus explaining why Longshot isn't a mut in my story. Ahhh, the early days....
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Post by Sam(The one in charge) on Oct 6, 2006 20:47:05 GMT -5
^.^ Sure! I'd love to read more of them.
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aangluver123
New Bender
Keeper Of Jets Hook swords and Longshots arrows
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Post by aangluver123 on Oct 8, 2006 19:22:32 GMT -5
Ya so would I.
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Post by Guenhwyvar on Oct 8, 2006 19:34:55 GMT -5
ok then, here's more
Ch.4
“ohhh” She groaned as she became aware of her surroundings. The first thing she felt was that the floor swayed softly. An older boy stood holding a struggling younger one. Two sword hilts stuck up over his shoulders as he shoved the boy forward. “Apologize.” He ordered. Sulkily the boy came and stood beside her. (She was lying on a bed) “I’m sorry ma’am.” He mumbled. “And?” The youth prompted. “And I’ll never shoot again without looking first.” He finished hurriedly, “Can I go now?” “Yes said the youth frowning as the boy ran out the door. “I’m sorry, that was one of our new ones.” He said turning back to Puella. “That’s fine, but where am I?” She asked trying to sit up against the pain in her shoulder. He helped prop her up. “You are in my camp not far from a fire-nation occupied village.” He replied absently. That sparked her memory. On a wanted poster right next to hers in the capitol was one for him. Jet, leader of ‘a rebel group’ according to the poster but more commonly referred to by all as the Freedom Fighters. “I know you, you’re Jet.” she said moving her lips to match the words. No sense in letting him know more that he has to, she thought. “Why were you running out of the village?” He asked “You saw that.” She said sharply looking at him. “Well?” he prompted from where he was standing. He had his suspicions when the song of Annabel Lee was heard in the village and had gone to see what he could see. When a cry had gone up at the gate out of the village heading into the forest calling everyone to follow someone who had stolen the Battle axe from the lord. He had tried to steal it before but it was too well guarded. Now a strange girl turns up and he could put two and two together. “I stole something.” Puella said cautiously. How much did he see? “You are Annabel Lee.” He stated. A gasp rose outside from someone who had been eavesdropping at the door. Puella fidgeted not knowing how to deal with being confronted so openly. Her silence was enough of an answered for him. “You are!” He said surprised at being correct. She looked down. “Yes” he heard in the air vibrating around him. Puella had dropped all attempts to conceal herself. “But rat me out, I’ve come too far for that.” She added. “If you stay with me I can no more rat you out than I can tell the fire nation where I am. That would be suicide so I suggest you stay here till’ that arrow wound is healed and leave whenever.” She nodded and he headed for the door. Jet turned back, “Where did you hide it?” He asked curiosity getting the better of him. She smiled wickedly, “Oh, somewhere.” She said slyly. Jet shook his head and marched out the door to control the havoc that was already being wrecked at the news of Annabel Lee.
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Post by Sam(The one in charge) on Oct 8, 2006 20:47:50 GMT -5
Coolness! This really is a nifty story. Nicely done Guen.
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aangluver123
New Bender
Keeper Of Jets Hook swords and Longshots arrows
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Post by aangluver123 on Oct 9, 2006 14:02:43 GMT -5
ya these are great
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Post by Guenhwyvar on Oct 9, 2006 14:10:18 GMT -5
Thank you Sam.
Ch.5
“Pipsqueak, pull me up.” Said Puella. With her arm in a sling she couldn’t climb rope, or even a rope ladder, so they had rigged up a chair for Pipsqueak to take her up and down in the trees. One tree really, once up she walked around. “Thank you.” She said. “Nothing,” He replied, “When do you get the sling off?” “Tomorrow. Hey, do you think it’s going to rain? It hasn’t since I got here but those clouds look pretty threatening.” “Yeah, should start pouring soon, why?” “Would you come with me to find Jet?” She asked instead of answering. He nodded confused. They found Jet in one of the above ground storage rooms inspecting weapons taken from the enemy. “Yeah?” he asked seeing them. “I was thinking, it’s going to rain and I don’t want that axe to rust.” “What?!?!” He asked, “You mean you hid it out in the open? Are you crazy?” He yelled “Yeah, what of it?” She asked coldly letting her voice fully reverberate in the confining room. How does she do that? He thought to himself remaining silent. “I was wondering if you and Pipsqueak would like to come with me to get it. If Pipsqueak wants it he can have it, He’s the only one big enough to use it anyway and his log (The club he customarily uses as a weapon) is getting pretty battered.” Stunned they looked at her. “What, I can’t do anything with it and I gave away everything else I stole, or sold it for food.” Jet shook his head and looked at Pipsqueak. “Sure, I’ll take the Axe.” “Good then, both you follow me.” She said and set off into the trees towards the chair rig. She waited for them at the bottom and then led them off into the forest.
“Are you sure this is it?” asked Jet as he climbed down from the tree where the axe was hidden empty handed. “Quite sure.” She answered with a sigh “Here, I’ll go look for it.” Before they could protest that she couldn’t climb she closed her eyes and a new song filled the air around them. First her one voice was heard, but it was soon joined by the breathy voices of the winds as they came to swirl around her and take her to a high branch. This is what they heard:
Twirling, swirling, dancing winds Twisting, shifting, spreading winds Freedom freely flying Smooth, relaxing, gentle winds.
And it was repeated over and over until she reached the branch she wanted. She snatched the Axe and jumped off singing again as the wind brought her gently down. “What was that?” Jet exclaimed “Airbending?” “No, if it was I would be able to get up into the camp without help. I’m a songbender.” “Yeah right. They are only stories the first tribes made up for the children.” Said Jet “Then what was that?” Pointed out the simple minded Pipsqueak. Jet grunted and turned back towards camp. Smiling behind her hand Puella gave the Axe to Pipsqueak and followed. Pipsqueak only shrugged and brought up the rear. He couldn’t wait to show off, and everyone would know where his new axe had come from, there was no mistaking it
Ch.6
The freedom fighters sat on a platform, high above the ground. As they ate Jet talked with Puella near the head of the raised platform serving as a table. This was the position of the highest rank, unless you were the leader. Even though Jet had long ago noticed her obvious fire nation heritage, he trusted her for being the legendary sneak who had stolen the fire nation’s greatest treasures. One of the sentries in the forest ran up and a hush settled over the gathering. Everyone wanted to hear what was said. “Jet, a platoon of fire nation soldiers has been sent into the forest to find us and...” He gulped glancing at Puella. Some of the freedom fighters acted like that around her, they didn’t know what to think of her and continually deferred to her with reverence. To Puella it was all so tiring. Only a few treated her like a human being. Jet, Longshot, Pipsqueak…they all thought of her as just another fighter, and she was grateful for it. “…and me.” She added with a wry smile. Puella had gotten the sling off her arm yesterday, and even thought her shoulder was stiff, it worked normally. Jet knew this and looked at her grinning. “This seems like the perfect time to see how good you are.” He hinted. “Oh, I guess I do feel up to a little fun. I’ve been bored for the longest time it seems.” Puella smiled back. “How many do you want to take with you?” he asked “None.” A gasp went up collectively from the fighters, but Jet just smiled. Puella went on, “Would you ruin the little fun I get by making others come with me?” “No, no I wouldn’t want to impose.” He said sarcastically. “Where are they?” She asked the guard standing up with the fluid grace of a hunting cat, not making a sound. “Don’t you want to get weapons first?” the sentry asked. Quickly from a hidden place she produced a dagger, a clear crystal blade with a metal hilt, topped by an amethyst, and twirled it. Just as quickly the dagger disappeared, but you couldn’t see where to. The sentry turned with a white face and led her off into the trees. Jet silently followed. He wanted to see just how much this strange girl was capable of.
Puella stopped the sentry after clearly seeing the direction he was headed in. ‘Go on back to your post.” She told him, “I don’t want you to ruin my fun by making too much noise.” He nodded and rushed off towards the camp. Jet was too far back to have heard and he stopped the sentry to ask what had been said. After learning this he sent him on his way and continued to follow the almost invisible trail. Puella knew he was following and wanted him to watch; otherwise he couldn’t have followed her period. As it was she left a few traces just for him. She came upon the band’s trail and followed it. Here, in a clearing, there had been a struggle, someone had been captured. She tried to read the flow of the battle but something confused her. She thought to ask Song, but Song hadn’t spoken to her in a long time. She sighed in frustration and went on.
Ch.7
Puella walked through the forest led by slight traces of singed foliage and a lingering smell of fire. Firebenders always smelled of fire and they left quite a nice trail to follow, not being able to resist leaving their mark as they passed by. This is what led her to yet another clearing through which a troop of sixteen firebenders and their three prisoners marched. When she saw their leader she let out a silent gasp as her eyes widened. As Jet saw the group, or better yet their prisioners, his eyes narrowed. The last time he had seen then they were walking away and he was frozen to a tree. Jet wasn’t happy about the way he had gotten out either; it is not comfortable to stand in the middle of a fire even if you are encased in ice. Puella knew the leader; it was the same guard that had collared her the day she was banished. She smiled, a plan forming. Silently she made her way the get in front of them. Sitting on a boulder in the middle of the firebender’s course she took out a fold-up china man hat that she had taken from Jet and put it on, concealing her face. Jet watched curiously, recognizing the hat. The leader of their band was a short, lanky firebender. He wore two tokens of his leadership, a broad- brimmed black hat and a black silk scarf around his neck. Those two things let Puella know that he had risen in the ranks since she had last seen him... He turned the corner at the head of his band and stopped, staring at the strange woman sitting in the path, obscured by a large woven straw hat. “Who are you?” He commanded, “State your business in the forest.” Puella smiled under the hat and stood up. Carefully she let her bells jingly, but only enough to be heard for a short second. The firebender started. She made her voice sound normal, as it had all those years ago. “You mean you do not remember me?” She asked sweetly turning the edge of the hat up to look into his face. The firebender recognized her face and began to sweat. Before he could run Puella grabbed his hand, keeping him close as his company came around the corner. An arrow was leveled at her; the soldiers were not stupid and saw that their leader was trying to get away. Faster that an eye blink, Puella brought her dagger up next to the leader’s throat. “Order them to drop their weapons” she let her voice sound in his ear. The firebender did not want to risk losing his prize, the Avatar, even though Puella didn’t know it. Quickly he made a signal to attack. The arrow leapt forward. Puella slashed the fire bender’s throat, but even as she began to slash, he was gone, leaving his clothes behind. He’s not going to need them as a baby, she thought to herself. Unconsciously she had grabbed the arrow as it whizzed toward her. She looked up to the stunned gathering of firebenders. “Anyone else care to try me?” She asked coldly, her voice fully ringing as it did when she sang of Annabel Lee. “I think you were looking for me, but you might not want to try catching me.” She added dangerously stalking toward them. Only a few broke and ran, four to be exact. “We’re not afraid of you.” Said the new leader shakily. He was hit in the head from behind; one of their prisoners had escaped. Idiots, she thought to herself, didn’t even think to disarm their prisoners. She snorted with contempt as two of the remaining firebenders charger at her. She slashed at one’s arm as he began to form a fireball and dodged the fire kick the other had sent. She slashed at that one’s throat and he too was gone, to begin life anew. She turned to see the other firebender had disappeared too, I guess I cut too deep, she thought to herself turning to see chaos in the other firebenders. After seeing three of their own dispatched so easily, they broke and ran in all directions. One barely missed Jet’s hiding place from where he had watched the entire exchange. Any of the firebenders who had not flown were knocked unconscious by the curios weapon that the escaped prisoner wielded. He now stood between the other two prisoners and her. “You will not get them evil fire nation scum!” He yelled. Puella sheathed her daggers, too fast for the eye to follow. “If you watched that entire thing, you would know that I do not side with the fire nation.” She said wryly. “Why should I trust you, if you are a traitor even?” Asked (you should know who this is by now.) The boy. “Look let’s just get your little friends free and I will take you somewhere safe where we can further discuss my loyalty to anyone.” She said tiredly “you get that one and I’ll get this one.” She pointed
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Post by Kuruuri on Oct 9, 2006 20:04:05 GMT -5
These are awesome, Guen. ^.^ You know, I always thought that someone other than me was thinking about something called songbending. ALthough, the way you wrote it is much better than I would have. ^_^ Great job!
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Post by Sam(The one in charge) on Oct 9, 2006 21:12:34 GMT -5
Lovely job. Very wonderful. Its nice to know that even under the annoyingly strict rules of the Nick.com website someone can write a wonderful story.
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Post by Guenhwyvar on Oct 11, 2006 19:26:10 GMT -5
oh, I had several there, I just didn't save them all, I'm not done with this one in any case.
Ch.8
Before he could answer Puella went over and began to untie the ropes from one prisoner (Aang in this case, not Katara). She caught sight of a tattoo on the hand she had freed and grabbed it, looking closer. Aang used his free hand to pull the sack off his head and looked at his rescuer. “You’re an airbender.” She said, not moving her lips in her stunned moment. The voice Aang could barely hear for it slipped away with the softness of the breeze. “Get away from him fire nation scum!” Sokka yelled brandishing a spear he had picked up at her. Quickly she stepped away to where the first firebender had fallen. She knelt down, digging through his possessions and as her hair screened her face she said quietly in a calm normal voice, “I said we could discuss my loyalties later. As of now…” She paused, picking up the black scarf and hat. She wound the scarf around her neck hiding the bells from sight. “I think we should get moving before the other soldiers return. I cannot have scared them off for long.” She stood putting the broad- brimmed hat on her head in place of the china man hat. “We’re not going anywhere with you!” Sokka shouted. Before he spoke while she was halfway up from the ground he had begun to swing the spear-butt. Puella could tell she did not have time to block it and winced as she saw it was aimed at her recently injured shoulder. She winced again as the blow struck popping the shoulder out of joint and reopening the arrow wound slightly. She grimaced as the first strength sapping wave of pain came from it and clenched her teeth against the next. Her knees collapsed as a second blow came at her. This one was aimed at her head, and there was nothing she could do. A second before the spear connected it was blocked by a familiar, to both people, tiger hooked sword. Quickly Jet twisted his sword around the spear shaft and yanked it away from Sokka. “Put it down and surrender.” He said softly, almost dangerously as Sokka reached for his boomerang. Seeing Aang and Katara surrounded by the rest of the gang he dropped the boomerang. “Tie them up.” Ordered Jet to the small band of freedom fighters who had come at the call of the sentry jet had sent back to camp. “Jet, we took care of the one’s who ran.” Smellerbee reported. “Good, now gather up the belongings and bring them back with us.” Smellerbee nodded and trotted away. Pipsqueak walked up behind them. Jet looked behind himself and motioned Pipsqueak to pick Puella up, it being obvious that she couldn't stand on her own. “Get her to Duke. Help him put her shoulder back in place and poultice it again. She’s not going to be too happy about having to wear a sling again. Take any injured with you and have Duke fix them up too.” Duke, they had found, knew an amazing amount about herbs and poultices. His skill in healing had become vital to the band, them getting hurt so often. Pipsqueak nodded and picked her up. She groaned silently as he touched the shoulder. “Don’t touch that!” Her voice whispered urgently in his ear. “It hurts.” She added opening her eyes and leaning back with her good shoulder against his support. “It’s going to hurt worse, and you’ll have to wear a sling again.” He warned. “Great.” She said and closed her eyes as she was jostled as Pipsqueak started to walk. She grimaced with every step and by the time Pipsqueak was out of sight of the battle area followed by a few other injured, only a few leaning on others, she was no longer grimacing, unconscious.
Jet watched them go. How many of those daggers does she have? He wondered. What happened? He shook his head and turned to the familiar three. “Fraternizing with the enemy Jet?” Sokka taunted. “No,” He replied, “I though you would know better that that.” “What is she?” Asked Katara curiously as her hands were once again tied behind her. “I have no idea.” Said Jet once again preoccupied with just that. “Bring them to the camp and put them in the holding pen.” He ordered wandering off to think in the general direction of the camp.
Aang stayed silent, thinking himself. Something had seemed familiar with the way the girl had spoken, without speaking.
(this is where I stopped on Nick.com, would you all like me to continue it, it would probably get even more interesting.)
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