4 people are bound back to back to one another. Their arms, hands, and feet are tied together with vines attach to a tree branch hanging over several descending pools of murky water, they are illuminated by fireflies. They are hanging upside down in nothing but their undergarments, all their equipment taken from them.
it's been an minutes since they all woken up before they began loudly whispering to themselves.
"You talk to it". One of them said in a loud whisper.
"No, you talk to it". Another responded in a loud whisper.
The occasional clanking clash could be heard a short distance away. A small humanoid figure who sat cross legged on top of a large boulder nearby inspected their confiscated equipment.
'let's see what do we have here? 4 swords, 4 lanterns made of wood and treated paper, 2 signal flare I think, a half bottle of "sniff". Wine I'm sure.'
sounds of pouring liquid as the bottle was emptied out into the water pool. "Nooo". Could be heard from one of the captured soldiers.
'4 daggers similar to the rusted one I have with different characters written on them, it's probably their names. "Jackpot", A map and a compass. And more wine bottles.'
The map on one side look like a continent map with color coded land masses.
'I assume the red areas belong to the fire nations, blue for the water nations, and green for the earth nations, there are other colors but they seem less pronounce then the other three'.
On the back of the map looks to be a the outline of this island with the center of barely having any details drawn in.
"Oh, Great and powerful fog spirit, Please spare us your mercy". The soldier with the knot hairstyle spoke out in a louder than necessary voice.
'Fog spirit?'
I got onto my wake board sat cross legged, then glided to them with the map and stuffs I found useful in my hands.
Lu Ten Pov.
'My father once said if I ever came across a spirit I must treat it with sincerity and respect or else they will do bad thing to naughty children.'
The small figured approached us, it sat up cross legged on a small piece of drift wood. His figured was small that of a child, its body was covered in scars except for the few bits if clothing's it did wears was made of leather and bones. It's head was a wolf skull with a bloody town rag cover its mouth and green eyes glowed in the dark area only illuminated by fireflies. Protruding from it's head was an abundant of white hair with many braids falling over the figure and into the murky water below, hints of gold and silver glint at the end of them.
The spirit float around us in circles before come to stop in front of me.
A child's like voice emanated from it's skull.
"WHere". The spirit pointed at the map we brought with us with a bloody rusted dagger of some poor soul before us.
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