Read My Mind, Chapter 3From Smellerbee's POVRead My Mind, Chapter 31 year ago in General Fiction
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I followed the boy out of his bunk, we wound down and along the paths to a large gathering area. This place was...incredible. Paths everywhere, zip lines to reach dozens of trees and bunks. Some boys had already gathered for breakfast and were sitting quietly and eating, seeming to be waiting for something. As we reached the table, everyone turned to stare.
"Hi." I said quietly.
The boy at the head of the table, most likely their leader, stood up. "Everyone, I'd like to introduce the newest member of the freedom fighters...this is..."
"I guess I don't have a name yet." I spoke up. "He said something about nicknames."
"Well he is Longshot. And I'm Jet." He replied. "And in the Freedom Fighters we earn nickname to call each other."
"Hi!" I'm The Duke!" the smallest member of the gathered group jumped up and gave me a hug.
I was introduced to the other few sitting at the table. Pipsqueak, a large man with a unique face helmet, and Sneers a crabby guy with a topknot.
Read My Mind, Chapter 5, Part 1"The weather was just like this the day you first brought me here." she said, not looking up from the blade she was sharpening.Read My Mind, Chapter 5, Part 11 year ago in General Fiction
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I nodded in response. wrapping an arrow head to a shaft with a small length of sinew. Smellerbee had been with us almost a year, and had become a much better fighter than Jet could have ever guessed. She never missed a raid.
She sheathed the dagger at her hip, standing up. "You almost ready?"
Just two more arrows.
Jet's birdcall reached their ears for the tree across the way; 23 men, unknown how many were firebenders, so be on guard.
Smellerbee rolled her eyes, no matter how good they all were at what they did, he was always pulling that big brother card.
Longshot, as always, was not far. He had positioned himself on the branch above and just behind her.
The division of fire nation troops appeared in the clearing, marching an a drudgingly slow pace.
"Halt!" a soldier at the front of the group, probably the commanding officer, raised his right han
Read My Mind, Chapter 4Longshot's POV.Read My Mind, Chapter 41 year ago in General Fiction
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She flew from the tree, landing on her target silently slicing his throat, moving onto the next one, stabbing him the side where armor left skin exposed. I watched as the girl trained with Jet, moving with prefect precision through the army of fire nation dummies that had been set up. Jet had been pushing her, hard, and she was mastering every skill he threw at her incredibly quick.
She had been with us almost two seasons, and although Jet and I still had not allowed her to go on a mission with us (which made her quite mad), with every day she was proving Sneers wrong.
Sliding across the forest floor, in one fluid movement she had downed her last opponent, cutting both of the dummies achilles tendons.
She stood up, smirking. "I could do this in my sleep. How about something a little more challenging?"
"You got it." he came at her, hook swords drawn, and they began to spar.
As their battle continued, I let my mind wander back to one day, when she was still tryin
Combustible SilenceCombustible SilenceCombustible Silence4 years ago in Fan Fiction
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Author's Note: This story is a fan fiction - nothing more, nothing less. It has been made purely for entertainment purposes, and is not meant for commercial gain. Avatar: The Last Airbender and all characters, places and concepts are copyright of Nickelodeon, Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko. All original characters are copyright their respective owners and are used with their permission.
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The archer craned his neck back as he tightened his bowstring; dangling upside-down by his knees from a tree-branch above, with the crimson-red leaves of the forest as a backdrop, was The Duke, one hand pressed against the top of his helmet to keep it from slipping off. He grinned, his eyes sparkling, and waggled the fingers of his free hand at the archer. It was hot, balmy - smack in the middle of summer, the air thick and almost unbearable, sweat wriggling down Longshot's back and underarms, threatening to roll from his forehead and