"Just... One more time..." A young man panted to himself, his feet digging into the warm sand that covered the beach. Well, it wouldn't have been a beach without sand, that's like it's defning feature other than water. A beach wasn't a beach if it didn't have sand and water. Sand, small microbes of rocks and other things, like shells, that got just about everywhere. The rocks were usually brought down to that size because of the waters, which eroded the rocks over many, many years. He wondered what Ember Island would have been like centuries ago when the world was new, and did not have time to erode rocks, dirt, and other materials into sand. he wondered-
Masaru shook his head. He needed to stop procrastinating and get back to his forms. Beads of sweat trickled from his face. They hit the small particles of assorted mat-
"Gah!" He roared, his foot stomping the ground and accidentally heating it. It wasn't nearly enough to turn the sand into glass, but it was just enough for him to notice that he was unintentionally heating the ground beneath his feet.
He stood up fully, dropping out of his combat stance and wiggling his fingers into a small pocket on the belt that adorned his waist. It seemed to be a salt or power of some kind, white in color. He only took a pinch from the bag, and proceeded to start a fire within his hand. The salt made his flame burn a deep carmine color.
He grew the flame, playing with it and making sure that it stayed alive while he dropped into another stance. He was great at firebending, but there was always room for improvement. There was also the fact that the world was slowly being consumed in ice, and he had no teachers to help with the other elements.
Hopefully he only needed the strength and firepower of a dragon to take down the Water Tribe.
He sighed, dropping out of the stance once again and watching as the fire dissipated from the air. With little else on his mind, he walked away from his little secluded beach, heading back towards the actual town on Ember Island.
"Tano!" Masaru called out. His head turned to look at the Armadillo bear rolling towards him. While Masaru had been training and practicing, Tano had been sleeping, resting just in front of where the water had been at high tide that day. He could not allow the harness with Masaru's gear to get wet, and was smart enough to know where to sleep to avoid that problem.
The Armadillo bear unrolled completely, standing on its four legs and waiting patiently for Masaru to hop onto his back. If Masaru needed a quick getaway, which wasn't often in his homeland, He'd be against Tano's stomach holding on as the hybrid rolled about quickly. However, the two did not need to escape, and simply walked off towards the town.
Ember Island was his home. He knew it backwards and forward, and just about everyone there. He was only on the Island for a stop, though, and had come just to see his parents for a few days before the Fire Sages told him where to go. They'd probably send him off to one of those Air Temples. That was the next element that he needed to learn, anyways.
Little did Masaru know, two pairs of eyes were watching him from afar.
Masaru shook his head. He needed to stop procrastinating and get back to his forms. Beads of sweat trickled from his face. They hit the small particles of assorted mat-
"Gah!" He roared, his foot stomping the ground and accidentally heating it. It wasn't nearly enough to turn the sand into glass, but it was just enough for him to notice that he was unintentionally heating the ground beneath his feet.
He stood up fully, dropping out of his combat stance and wiggling his fingers into a small pocket on the belt that adorned his waist. It seemed to be a salt or power of some kind, white in color. He only took a pinch from the bag, and proceeded to start a fire within his hand. The salt made his flame burn a deep carmine color.
He grew the flame, playing with it and making sure that it stayed alive while he dropped into another stance. He was great at firebending, but there was always room for improvement. There was also the fact that the world was slowly being consumed in ice, and he had no teachers to help with the other elements.
Hopefully he only needed the strength and firepower of a dragon to take down the Water Tribe.
He sighed, dropping out of the stance once again and watching as the fire dissipated from the air. With little else on his mind, he walked away from his little secluded beach, heading back towards the actual town on Ember Island.
"Tano!" Masaru called out. His head turned to look at the Armadillo bear rolling towards him. While Masaru had been training and practicing, Tano had been sleeping, resting just in front of where the water had been at high tide that day. He could not allow the harness with Masaru's gear to get wet, and was smart enough to know where to sleep to avoid that problem.
The Armadillo bear unrolled completely, standing on its four legs and waiting patiently for Masaru to hop onto his back. If Masaru needed a quick getaway, which wasn't often in his homeland, He'd be against Tano's stomach holding on as the hybrid rolled about quickly. However, the two did not need to escape, and simply walked off towards the town.
Ember Island was his home. He knew it backwards and forward, and just about everyone there. He was only on the Island for a stop, though, and had come just to see his parents for a few days before the Fire Sages told him where to go. They'd probably send him off to one of those Air Temples. That was the next element that he needed to learn, anyways.
Little did Masaru know, two pairs of eyes were watching him from afar.