The Birth of Pro-bending
DISCLAIMER: If you think Avatar: The Last Airbender belongs to me, you are seriously delirious. In other words, I do not own the greatest cartoon series ever. Except in my fantasies.
"Welcome to the Avatar Day Festival at Ember Island! Welcome to the 5th Annual Bending Challenge! Who will dare to fight the esteemed Master Waterbender and Young Hero, Sister of the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe, Katara? Come one, come all, and witness-"
The cries of the young announcer, barely heard over the enthusiastic screams of the audience, danced around the large arena specifically built for duels. The stadium, filled to the brim with people from ...view middle of the document...
The Fire Lord and Lady were now indisposed with extremely important business.
*A SECRET ABOUT THE FIRE LORD AND LADY*
Their love for each other was so pure, so brilliant, so steamy that it overcame
their political and cultural differences. Yet, they still had lovers' spats.
The prince was a mere four years old, young enough to be considered a babe, yet he sat silently next to his Aunt. The only sign of his restlessness was his hand. His small, pale fingers moved restlessly, as jittery as the sharp blue eyes that searched the arena for his parents, yet as confined as his black hair up tight in a topknot. The heir to the throne's eyes were now fixed on the center of the stadium, where the battles commenced.
Surrounding a small earthen ring was water, a large enough reserve for the Master Waterbender to be able to have a fair fight, yet small enough so the firebender would not be overpowered easily. The benders had free reign of the entire arena, a rule especially made for the airbenders, who tended to fly high into the sky. The fighters could jump across the arena, and use anything in the stadium. They simply could not wander into the audience area. Those who sat in the first rows would often receive a good drenching from the Master Waterbender. To win, one of the fighters would have to be pinned down for 5 seconds.
*A NOTE ABOUT THE FIRST ROWS*
They were seldom occupied.
"Ladies and gentlemen, benders from all over the four nations, I am proud to present to you my guest co-announcer, Sokka, Chief of the Southern Water Tribe, and one of the Young Heroes!"
At this announcement, the crowd burst into wild applause, the women cheering especially loudly. Suki, the wife of the subject of the cheers, huffed grumpily, and slumped in her seat, rubbing her belly soothingly when she received a powerful kick from the being inside. Once the crowd had calmed down, Sokka spoke, introducing himself, despite the fact that he had already been introduced and that introductions were most definitely unnecessary.
"Hey everyone! I'm glad to be here to help give some insightful commentary! To all of you ladies- and men- cheering for me, I apologize, as my heart has been entrapped by the most beautiful woman on earth, my wife, Suki!"
* AN INTERLUDE ABOUT SOKKA*
Over the five years since Sozin's Comet, he'd matured into his body,
and become quite the ladies' man.
Cheers, most of them bittersweet, erupted once again, when Sokka paused. The crowd's cheers slowly abated, allowing Sokka to finish.
"She looks beautiful even when she is as swollen as a whale, and as silly as I am when I drink too much cactus juice. Or any cactus juice."