Avatar: A Tale of Seasons
BeiLin's Journal Entry 2
We arrived in Winbu yesterday afternoon after being attacked early in the morning by some armadillo-wolves. They weren’t too formidable, the attack at least kept us from having to hunt for breakfast and lunch and I got a pretty decent pelt out of the ordeal. Shortly after we arrived, Anzu disappeared while the rest of us settled into the Lubei house. When he returned, he told us he had arranged a sparring match between the three of us and some students at the local Earth Bending Academy. Turns out he lied to them about us having a fire and air bender. I had to interject on the team’s behalf and let the Sifu know that we had not been involved in any shady dealings, we just wanted the practice. He agreed to let the match continue, which I later found out that Anzu had money on. No surprise there. I’m starting to think this Anzu is less of a coach and more of an opportunist. The Sifu was so impressed with my earth bending skills he asked me to show the students some of the things I know. I was happy to help, and afterwards we all attended a banquet dinner. We’ll be on our way in the morning.
Last night I had the strangest dream. More of a nightmare, really. I was standing on a cliff, practicing my earth forms. I felt strong, stronger than usual. Out over the water, three figures approached, just floating there in the air. They were massive, made of stone in the shapes of faces with large, gaping holes for eyes and mouths. Only, it wasn’t stone. I couldn’t feel them. Lava poured from their eyes and mouths, and they spoke to me. They asked me who I was, and without even thinking I responded “the greatest earth bender who ever lived.” It was a garish thing to say, but I said it. They told me I wasn’t who they were looking for, and everything started to fall away. Just before they were on me, I woke up. I didn’t mention the dream to anyone, it probably doesn’t mean anything, and I don’t want the team to think I’m nervous. They need a courageous leader for the competition, if it appears that I doubt myself, well that translates to doubting them. Then they doubt the team. Then we lose. An interesting thing happened when we were leaving Winbu. Mayu, the Air Nomad, took some scrolls of poems from the Lubei hosue. Shang Tsung, she said, I have never heard of him. I spoke to her in private, and returned the scrolls without telling the others. I did not want to embarrass her or make her seem untrustworthy, but she needed to know that what she did was wrong. Before we left the city, everyone had one last chance to take care of any business they had and collect provisions. I went for a haircut, but I spent most of the time looking for a Shang Tsung scroll. I finally found one at a trinket stand and figured I could spare the few coppers to make Mayu feel better about being reprimanded. Turns out, it was an original. I have no idea how it ended up in a market in Winbu, but good for her. As long as Anzu doesn’t discover its actual value, she’ll have a nice keepsake to show her temple. So we picked up some ostrich-horses and here we are, on the road to Serpent’s Pass.