The dim light seemed to get much stronger and added to the headache I already had. However painful it was, I opened my eyes and sat up. Something was very wrong. Where was I? This dense forest wasn't familiar. I seemed to be lying under a statue of some sort. It was of an animal I was not familiar with. A frog? No, that wasn't it. I winced as I stood on shaky knees. My head pounded furiously and I leaned against the statue.

Suddenly I was out of the forest. It was like I had transported or something. I was in a small room, metal appliances everywhere. There was a beeping, loud, obnoxious, and then-

The vision was over. I fell onto the statue then shuffled quickly away from it. Whatever it was, I didn't want to get that strange feeling again.

The realization that I was lost set in. I found myself panicked, terrified. I ran through the dense brush, not pausing when spiky plants ripped across my bare legs, tearing holes in my simple clothes. I found myself surprisingly nimble. Although the running was an adrenaline rush, it felt good and I reacted well. My legs seemed to like the speed of running. Eventually I stumbled out of the wood onto a roadway of some sort. Across the road were fields. They covered the rolling hills like a fall quilt. Here and there I noticed farmers and strange ostrich-like birds, dotting the landscape.

Although this was certainly intriguing, it did nothing to calm my fear. I still didn't recognize anything. Where was I?

I sat quickly on the long grass and put my head into my hands. Oh no. This wasn't happening. Not to me.

I couldn't remember my name.

Time passed and I began to pace. Should I go ask those farmers for help? No, they'd probably just dismiss me as a bother. I had to talk to someone though! I was suffering from amnesia! I kept asking myself how I could forget my own name? I wiped sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. As I lowered my arm I noticed something. On the back of my hand, smudged by the sweat was blue writing. I struggled to read it but I could only make out the first word. Elyon.

It was my name. Relief and brief recognition came to mind along with another vision. There was a skinny girl standing before a mirror. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail but it still reached her waist. Sunglasses perched on her nose. She was crying. I watched her take the glasses off and punch out the lenses. She raised her arm as if to throw them. Then, my vision ended. I sat back down on the ground, tired. Slowly, I brought my hands to my face and felt the hard lenses there. That girl was me. I pressed my hand to my forehead and groaned. I remember her, my, hair. I ran my hands through the ponytail. Damn, I had a mane. I retied it so it wouldn't fly back in my face. I had to go find a town, person, anyone. Someplace for shelter. I started a jog alongside of the road but realized that the pace would be to slow. Judging by the sun, it was probably half-past three or four in the afternoon. I decided to double my speed and my legs groaned in pleasure. Obviously whoever Elyon was, excuse me, who ever I was, they (I) ran a lot. I continued to push harder, straining for a look of clear humanity.

It was dark by the time I could see city lights in the distance. Luckily for me, it was a large city and the amount of people kept attention off of me. I noticed a couple odd looks from some people but I returned the odd looks back. People here dressed differently than from how I was dressed. I had on a pair of blue trousers and a long T-shirt, while everyone else was wearing long red cloaks, elaborate mauve dresses or sharp, rust-colored armor. I was immediately intimidated and scurried away into an alley in the back of some people's houses. Although my legs ached from the run, I knew I would walk until I found seclusion somewhere, even if it meant walking another mile. I had to figure out my plan before I just trusted someone.

This is exactly what I did. I walked for another 20 minutes before I found someone with a backyard, a small one. There was a natural spring and small garden there and I used this to acquire some food. I picked some small leaves that looked safe and chewed on them. I took water from the fastest part of the stream so as not to get bad water. After this small feast I fell asleep. I couldn't help it. I was so tired. Looking back now, things could've turned out drastically if I had just got off my lazy butt and found somewhere more secluded to sleep. Instead I woke in the morning to loud voices and a scream. When I finally gained consciousness, one of the armored men off the street was binding my hands behind my back.

"In the honorable land of the Fire Nation, you are being arrested for trespassing on royal property."

XX: Well guys, that's chapter one but plan on chapter two being so much better! You have no idea what I have planned but it's great and I suggest you read it because it'll be better than this chapter!