TheStoryNeverEnds

Afterward, everyone left to their rooms for final unpacking and situating. On her way out, Katara was stopped by Aang. "Katara," he said. "Yes?" "Can we talk?" "Sure." She gave him her hand, and he led her out to a balcony, where the sun had just barely disappeared from view. The sky was dark, and no stars were out yet. The only light came from the full moon. By its luminance, Aang and Katara could just make out each other's faces. Aang looked up at the moon. "It's sometimes hard to believe that that's Yue up there." Katara glanced at the moon and nodded. "It really is. I talked to that girl. We were friends. And now, she's a spirit. It'

Her shiny blonde hair bobs just above her shoulder as she runs down the hallway. Upon reaching her destination, she stops and curls her fingers into a pudgy little fist, then raps on the door with delicate knuckles. The door opens, and her big sister stands over her. "Rachel!" She squeals, and throws her arms around her legs in a death grip, looking up with explosive blue eyes and giggling. Her giggle is comprised of part playful impishness, part naïve innocence, and part simple joy. The result is something surprisingly adorable, and equally contagious. She is incapable of doing anything simply. Everything she does carries a vibe of e

"Lissy, are you sure this is okay to do?" Little Juro looked up at his older sister Lismina, his brow knitted in concern as his golden eyes seeked her assurance. Lissy, turned around, faced her brother, and rolled her eyes. "Trust me, Juro, it's fine. Mom and Dad don't know we're here. We'll just sneak in, take a quick peek, then tiptoe right back out. They'll never have any clue it happened." "But, Daddy said we're not supposed to touch them. They're very special to him, and if we ever broke them, he'd be very sad. That's what he said, remember?" "That's why Dad doesn't know we're here. I promise I won't break them. Look, if you're scare

The girl walks gracefully through an open field under an iridescent moon, her white dress seeming to reflect the light of the stars. Her bright blue eyes and white and red face paint only mirror her inner beauty. There is nothing to hide her presence in this field, yet she doesn't care. She's peaceful. She's free--except for the odd feeling drawing her to the woods at the edge of the field. … The masked figure makes his way from hiding place to hiding place with all the stealth of a lion stalking its prey. Here a rock, there a tree. His tight-fitting black garment conceals his presence in the night, and his blue mask with white fangs c