clubpenguinxd

History, as told by the Gaang. A small group of teenagers were  flying through the sky, searching for an appropriate place to land for the night. Their mode of transportation, a flying bison, groaned in protest as the cold ocean-breeze washed over him. "Oh, c'mon, boy! It's an adventure!" The second yougest of the group cried. Despite the freezing temperatures, he was dressed lightly. The rest of the group huddled around the best source of heat: their resident firebender, Prince Zuko. "Can you guys please give me some space?" Zuko growled. The youngest of the group, a blind earthbender named Toph, hugged him more tightly. "Never!" She cri

I am a monster. I’ve always known it. In fact, for most of my life, I’ve embraced it. It’s second nature for me, since I’m a high-blood and all. Genocide and world domination have always been my top priorities. Well, that and keeping my moirail safe. You see, every young, female troll dreams of being swept away and saved by their prince. They all want that moment where a strange man whisks them away on an adventure and protects them no matter what. They want someone chivalrous; someone who will cherish them. And I thought I was doing that. I helped her hunt for her lusus, I helped her heal her little cuttlefish frie

In the darkness, Pitch felt alive. He felt invincible, and acted like he was. That had been his greatest weakness; he’d let himself get carried away, and look at where it got him. Stuck down there, in the center of the earth, with no one for companionship but the few nightmares he’d conquered. But in his loneliness, Pitch began to think more clearly. His head wasn't fogged up by his plans to destroy the Guardians anymore. It was a liberating feeling, but Pitch wasn't satisfied. His mind was always racing, even when he was calm. Always full of conflicting feelings. No amount of liberation would change the millions of thoughts tha

Quietly, a young man with brown hair and a long flowing coat walked through the forest. He happily kicked around piles of snow, snapping frozen twigs under his shoes and tearing up the grass. Hovering above him was another young man, this one much younger in appearance, who wielded a frost covered stick in one hand and a snowball in the other. With a large grin, he threw the snowball and hit his target directly on the head. Hey, if you were going to come into his territory, you might as well pay the price. The man looked up at the sky, shaking snow and water from his hair. Shivering, he shook his coat, keeping his eyes trained on the sky t