Talk:Aang/@comment-4646141-20120803021742

ACT ONE

VOICE (V.O.)

 Water, Earth, Fire, Air. My grandmother told me stories about the old days. The time of peace, between the water tribes, earth kingdoms, air nomads, and fire nations. Only the Avatar kept balance in between all these nations until one day the fire nation attacked. Only the avatar could master all four elements and stop the fire nation, until one day he disappeared. A hundred years have passed and the fire nations near victory with the war. Two years ago my father and the rest of the men in my village had journeyed to the earth kingdom to help fight against the fire nation. Leaving me and my brother to watch over our tribe, people believe that the avatar was never reborn into the air nomads and that the cycle is forever broken but I still have faith. I still believe that the avatar will appear and help us save the world.

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 INT. SOUTHERN WATER TRIBE – RIVER – DAY

 In a canoe two siblings are fishing. The boy SOKKA, 15, Handsome, good eyes. Is fishing while his sister KATARA, 14, Natural, Exquisite beauty. Is moving her hands towards the water.

                    KATARA (O.S.)

          My brother isn’t the best hunter.

                     SOKKA

 Here we go.

 Sokka’s watching a big fish. Katara’s moving her hands over the water as is slowly begins to rise as a fish gets caught in Katara’s eyes she catches the fish as the water rises above her almost dancing.



                                                                   2.

                     KATARA

          Sokka look!

                     SOKKA (O.S)

 Not now Katara. I can smell the fish cooking already.

 As the water dances above Katara watching it dance as she moves her hands. She moves the water a little out of her sight.

<p style="margin-right:-4.5pt"> Then Sokka’s spear hits Katara’s water bubble. The water splashes Sokka but the fish lands in the canoe. Sokka looks at Katara angry.

<p style="margin-right:-4.5pt">                     SOKKA

<p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:1.75in;margin-bottom: 10.0pt;margin-left:1.0in"> Why is it every time I take you hunting  with me you always use your freaky magic with the water!?

<p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:1.75in;margin-bottom: 10.0pt;margin-left:1.0in">          KATARA

<p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:1.75in;margin-bottom: 10.0pt;margin-left:1.0in"> It’s not magic. Waterbending.

<p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:1.75in;margin-bottom: 10.0pt;margin-left:1.0in">          SOKKA

<p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:1.75in;margin-bottom: 10.0pt;margin-left:1.0in"> I know waterbening is a sacred art that was in our family from our mom I know.

<p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:1.75in;margin-bottom: 10.0pt;margin-left:1.0in">          KATARA

<p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:1.75in;margin-bottom: 10.0pt;margin-left:1.0in"> I was thinking of mom when I was doing it. Somehow it made me more concentrated.

<p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:1.75in;margin-bottom: 10.0pt;margin-left:1.0in">          SOKKA

<p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:1.75in;margin-bottom: 10.0pt;margin-left:1.0in"> Well… Just don’t waterbend around me. Your weird enough without the bending.

<p style="margin-right:-4.5pt"> Katara looks offened. Seeing her brother stare at his reflection in the water.

<p style="margin-right:-4.5pt">                    KATARA

<p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:1.75in;margin-bottom: 10.0pt;margin-left:1.0in"> I’m weird? I’m not the one staring at my reflection and muscles in the water.

<p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:-4.5pt;margin-bottom: 10.0pt;margin-left:1.0in">                                                        3.

<p style="margin-right:-4.5pt"> CRAACK! Sokka turns and see’s there crashing into little ice burgs. Sokka ties to steer them out of the path.

<p style="margin-right:-4.5pt">                    KATARA

<p style="margin-right:-4.5pt">          Go left!

<p style="margin-right:-4.5pt"> Sokka ignores her, he continues to steer until… two ice’s between the canoe push together destyoring it and leaving Sokka and Katara on a block of ice.

<p style="margin-right:-4.5pt">                    KATARA

<p style="margin-right:-4.5pt">          You should have gone left.

<p style="margin-right:-4.5pt">                    SOKKA <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:CourierFinalDraft; mso-bidi-font-family:CourierFinalDraft">

<p style="margin:0in0in0.0001pt1in;"> I knew bringing you was a mistake.

<p style="margin:0in0in0.0001pt1.5in;text-indent:0.5in;"> (under his breath)

<p style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">         Leave it to a girl to screw things up.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                  KATARA

<p style="margin:0in1.25in0.0001pt1in;"> Excuse me?! You are the most selfish, sexist… I can’t believe I’m related to you!

<p style="margin:0in-4.5pt0.0001pt0in;"> As Katara shouts she moves her hands thrusting them out not realizing she’s waterbending.