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|Prologue: Where it All Began|
March 1, 2011
This is the prologue to The Legend of Shinkei and introduces the story. Access to the main article is.
"We have been given signs by the spirits. The Avatar must start his training!" said the head monk. We were mortified. For many years we have been living in peace and freedom. Undisturbed, and unattached to the world. But a sign of some kind of disaster? This was not in my realm. Fumiko, my sister, and Gira, my best friend, looked at each other. We've always had a habit of spying on the Council. We get much information from them. It can be useful.
The three of us met at my bedroom. I handed them some mangos and we sat in a triangle.
"What are we going to do?" Gira said. He was one of the best Airbenders I've seen.
I sighed. "Well, what can we do? We should warn the other nomads. We have to get to safety!"
Fumiko looked at me. "Hajira? Are you crazy? There are so many people out there! No one would believe us. Why do you think the nomads have secret councils? If we tell everyone, it will create so much pandemonium!"
"Well, what other choice do we have?! We should try! Who cares if we get in trouble? We'll all get in enough trouble if we don't try". I said.
"She's right. I don't want to cause trouble. But we know that the Council have always interpreted the signs correctly. We've got to try, Fumiko. You know we do." Gira said. This is the kind of thing I would never expect him to do. He is usually one of those shy, quiet Airbending nerds you find. He must see sense in this if he agrees.
"Oh, fine. I know you're right. I just don't want to," Fumiko said. I looked at my sister sadly. She was right; none of us wanted to believe it. But we have to do what must be done.
"None of us do. C'mon. We'll take care of this tomorrow morning. Meet me here at sunrise," I said.
"Gotcha," They both said at the same time.
To be Continued...
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