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|Dragon of the East|
The Sun Warriors have a secret. While the rest of the world was led to believe that the dragons were hunted to extinction, they have kept the secrets of the Masters Ran and Shaw. But they have done much more than that. Safeguarded in the temples of the ancient Sun Warrior city is a great number of unhatched dragon eggs. 16 year old Kazane must undergo the task of finding a new place for the dragons to reestablish themselves, far from the Fire Nation until it becomes certain that they will be safe from harm.
Kazane- A member of the Sun Warriors, Kazane was charged with caring for a batch of dragon eggs after passing the Test of the Dancing Dragon. He left to the Earth Kingdom along with his trusty Dragon moose, Sasu, with the unhatched eggs.
Chapter 1: The Era of the Dragon Edit
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“Hey Moose-man, wake up!”
Kazane awoke to the grinning face of his best friend Zinzu staring down at him. Groggily, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, and yawned. Then, frowning, Kazane looked quizzically at his friend, who was still staring at him with a goofy smile on his face.
“What's the matter?” he asked. “Is my hair messed up?”
Zinzu's smile wavered. “Do you really not know what day it is?”
Kazane paused for a moment. “Your birthday?” he asked, unsure of what his friend was trying to say.
Zinzu smacked his forehead in exasperation. “Come on, Moose-man! Do you really not remember the Day of Dancing Dragons?”
“What are you talking about?” Kazane asked. “That's not until Sunday.”
“Well geez, have you checked a calender recently?”
Kazane's head immediately turned to the wall to his right, where he had been keeping a count of the days left until the Day of Dancing Dragons for the past month. According to his count, there should still be two days left until the holiday. Then it hit him.
“Oh no,” Kazane moaned. “I forgot to add a tally for the days when Avatar Aang and Prince Zuko appeared. I stayed up so late those nights I went straight to bed!”
The grin reappeared on Zinzu's face as he broke out laughing. “Oh Kazane, you really need to get out more. If you spent a quarter of the time you spend training on socializing, you might actually know what goes on in the world. Now come on, we need to meet at the Eternal Flame an hour before noon. That gives us just enough time to eat!”
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Kazane stood before the Chief with the other youths his age, ready to take his place among his brethren of Sun Warriors. He had just turned 16 a month ago: the age when all young men and women of the Sun Warrior tribe took part in a great ritual extending for hundreds of years. This ceremony involved learning the true meaning of fire bending, one of the most closely guarded secrets of the tribe. For years, he and his peers had been learning various forms of fire bending; all of which linked back to the basic, yet potent, Dancing Dragon. Yet thus far, any fire that was produced was weak, except for those few moments where a student was lost to rage or anguish.
But now, as the Chief explained the procedure, Kazane felt his heart begin to quicken with anticipation. After today he would be able to bend fire as easily as the people who have raised him his whole life, without having to rely on rage and hatred like those who had perverted the essence of fire bending over the years. As a piece of the Eternal Flame was handed to him and his fellow initiates, he felt the pulsation of the ember match the beating of his own heart.
They left the altar containing the Eternal Flame, starting their journey up the side of a mountain. They now had to bring their portion of the Flame to the masters Ran and Shaw, to prove they were worthy enough to learn the true meaning of fire bending. The whole time, Kazane repeated the mantra in his head, “Not too hot, not too cold. Not too hot, not too cold...” A constant temperature had to be maintained, for a fire that was too hot would spread, while one that was too cold would go out.