Post by godhunter on Nov 9, 2006 23:40:25 GMT -5
This was partially inspired by the 303rd journal fanfic. Its a journal inside a journal. One taking place 400 years after Sozen's War, and one taking place toward the end of it. O yea, this is my first fanfic btw ^^
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Northern Journal entry 1:
I’ve finally made it, I’ve reached the northern capital, or at least what is left of it. For eons this fortress held strong, denying all invaders, overcoming attack after attack. It survived Sozen’s War, it survived the Water Revolution, it stood strong against every attack ever attempted against it, challenging even the record of the impenetrable Ba-Sing-Sae. Oddly enough, it wasn’t an attack, nor a great disaster that led to the abandonment of this magnificent place, it was a simple lack of supplies. The Seal turtles moved on, and without them the mass of the population moved southeast, building a new capital, the one that stand today, the one that is thought by most to be the one I write from now.
I can however inform you that this is most certainly the place of legends, where the avatar Aang fought side by side with the warriors of this proud nation, where the moon was reborn, where legend says that the great hero and companion of the avatar, Sokka, lost his first love to a horrible reversal of fortune. Where legend states, I have discovered the truth. Today, as I explored the frozen ruins, I was amazed to see how well it had preserved itself, it had a layer ten feet thick that encases the city from above, if it weren’t for the barely legible symbols embedded on the outside of the southern wall, I would have simply moved on.
My team that consists of a water nation history expert, a young but able guide, a writer from the earth kingdom who is interested in our exploits, and myself, the archeologist. We spent the last five nights sleeping in tents wrapped tight in our fur sleeping bags as the viciously cold winds tore across the icy plain and bit through our many layers. But finally, we have arrived, and what a sight. Being a bender myself, though of the earthy type, as I look around at the sparkling city, I can only imagine the amount of time, effort, and skill was put into this place.
This original inspirational view was seen from a few hundred yards above the grand and surprisingly large city. The story on the ground was another story. The area that we ended up finding ground in was nearer to the southern wall than I had expected. The wall must be a good fifteen to twenty yards thick to reach this far in, a simple fact that was still left me, if none of my companions, breathless.
The thickness of the great wall that pushed back invader after invader was most definitely not the focus of the others in my group. Their eyes were drawn to what appeared to be a series of intricate canals that weaved across a large open area, an area perfect to stop the invaders that had breeched through the wall. The canals would force anyone who didn’t want to fall into the element of their enemies to follow a set path that was much easier to defend than if they had had the city directly behind wall.
With those two simple observations it forces me to remember that the people water tribes, while known for their magnificent art, lived through more than one or two wars, including the great Sozen’s war, which shaped them into the warriors of honor and skill that we think of today as we look back upon what they had done. This place was truly the greatest representation of water nation culture that we could ever hope to find, a place of art, war, and life.
As we followed the path through the canal the thing that astounded me was the sheer size of this place that we had stumbled upon. How something this large could be buried for so long to this day eludes me; another tribute to the ingenuity of the people who lived here, who were so jealous of their ancestry that they hid it from the world.
The paths led us to the houses and my first chance to see inspect something since our arriving, and I must confess, I had a field day. There were artifacts everywhere, pots, some clothes, a doll for a little girl, a boomerang of a warrior, a ancient scroll of a water bender. Things that seem like everyday items, it was an amazing find. As I look back at the point, I ask myself how I never noticed it earlier, there was too much there.
In the rush of the find I declared that we would stay here tonight, so that we could examine this house more thoroughly. I am glad of my decision; I’ve found possibly the greatest treasure that this place could have given me, and on the first day no less. I found the journal of a water tribe warrior. From my initial assessment it appears that the man lived during the last battle fought on this ice during Sozen’s War. For my own purposes, I will re-write the journal entries that I believe are needed to best illustrate this journal, the writer, the time, so that when I must give up to a museum that I might have my own notes. Unfortunately, from what I can discern the writer has left his name out of this journal, a shame too.
The Water bender’s Journal entry 1:
Dear Journal,
This is my first entry, so I’ll be brief. I got this at the request of my fiancé, she says that with this, when I die she’ll finally be able to what I really thought about her. Yea, I love her too. I finally completed my warriors training, and have been taken under master Pakku’s guidance to master water bending. After this I think I’ll be immediately be able to go to war against those fire nation bastards. I’m glad that I’ll finally be able to do my part in ridding this war of those filth. I pray that one day soon Pakku will say that I can go join my uncles in the war, fighting along side the earth kingdom.
As I said, short and sweet, besides, I need to finish my fiancé’s necklace, I’m going to ask Pakku to show me how to change the density of the ice to get a different shade. She’ll love it.
Um…bye?
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Northern Journal entry 1:
I’ve finally made it, I’ve reached the northern capital, or at least what is left of it. For eons this fortress held strong, denying all invaders, overcoming attack after attack. It survived Sozen’s War, it survived the Water Revolution, it stood strong against every attack ever attempted against it, challenging even the record of the impenetrable Ba-Sing-Sae. Oddly enough, it wasn’t an attack, nor a great disaster that led to the abandonment of this magnificent place, it was a simple lack of supplies. The Seal turtles moved on, and without them the mass of the population moved southeast, building a new capital, the one that stand today, the one that is thought by most to be the one I write from now.
I can however inform you that this is most certainly the place of legends, where the avatar Aang fought side by side with the warriors of this proud nation, where the moon was reborn, where legend says that the great hero and companion of the avatar, Sokka, lost his first love to a horrible reversal of fortune. Where legend states, I have discovered the truth. Today, as I explored the frozen ruins, I was amazed to see how well it had preserved itself, it had a layer ten feet thick that encases the city from above, if it weren’t for the barely legible symbols embedded on the outside of the southern wall, I would have simply moved on.
My team that consists of a water nation history expert, a young but able guide, a writer from the earth kingdom who is interested in our exploits, and myself, the archeologist. We spent the last five nights sleeping in tents wrapped tight in our fur sleeping bags as the viciously cold winds tore across the icy plain and bit through our many layers. But finally, we have arrived, and what a sight. Being a bender myself, though of the earthy type, as I look around at the sparkling city, I can only imagine the amount of time, effort, and skill was put into this place.
This original inspirational view was seen from a few hundred yards above the grand and surprisingly large city. The story on the ground was another story. The area that we ended up finding ground in was nearer to the southern wall than I had expected. The wall must be a good fifteen to twenty yards thick to reach this far in, a simple fact that was still left me, if none of my companions, breathless.
The thickness of the great wall that pushed back invader after invader was most definitely not the focus of the others in my group. Their eyes were drawn to what appeared to be a series of intricate canals that weaved across a large open area, an area perfect to stop the invaders that had breeched through the wall. The canals would force anyone who didn’t want to fall into the element of their enemies to follow a set path that was much easier to defend than if they had had the city directly behind wall.
With those two simple observations it forces me to remember that the people water tribes, while known for their magnificent art, lived through more than one or two wars, including the great Sozen’s war, which shaped them into the warriors of honor and skill that we think of today as we look back upon what they had done. This place was truly the greatest representation of water nation culture that we could ever hope to find, a place of art, war, and life.
As we followed the path through the canal the thing that astounded me was the sheer size of this place that we had stumbled upon. How something this large could be buried for so long to this day eludes me; another tribute to the ingenuity of the people who lived here, who were so jealous of their ancestry that they hid it from the world.
The paths led us to the houses and my first chance to see inspect something since our arriving, and I must confess, I had a field day. There were artifacts everywhere, pots, some clothes, a doll for a little girl, a boomerang of a warrior, a ancient scroll of a water bender. Things that seem like everyday items, it was an amazing find. As I look back at the point, I ask myself how I never noticed it earlier, there was too much there.
In the rush of the find I declared that we would stay here tonight, so that we could examine this house more thoroughly. I am glad of my decision; I’ve found possibly the greatest treasure that this place could have given me, and on the first day no less. I found the journal of a water tribe warrior. From my initial assessment it appears that the man lived during the last battle fought on this ice during Sozen’s War. For my own purposes, I will re-write the journal entries that I believe are needed to best illustrate this journal, the writer, the time, so that when I must give up to a museum that I might have my own notes. Unfortunately, from what I can discern the writer has left his name out of this journal, a shame too.
The Water bender’s Journal entry 1:
Dear Journal,
This is my first entry, so I’ll be brief. I got this at the request of my fiancé, she says that with this, when I die she’ll finally be able to what I really thought about her. Yea, I love her too. I finally completed my warriors training, and have been taken under master Pakku’s guidance to master water bending. After this I think I’ll be immediately be able to go to war against those fire nation bastards. I’m glad that I’ll finally be able to do my part in ridding this war of those filth. I pray that one day soon Pakku will say that I can go join my uncles in the war, fighting along side the earth kingdom.
As I said, short and sweet, besides, I need to finish my fiancé’s necklace, I’m going to ask Pakku to show me how to change the density of the ice to get a different shade. She’ll love it.
Um…bye?