Southern Water Tribe Essay In English

Winter brought storms of snow and ice, and it was here, finally arriving at this time of year. The decorations and entertainment of the Glacier Spirits Festival were hung up and visitors were starting to arrive at the Southern Water Tribe. The golden rays of the sun were blocked by the silver clouds, and the snow was coming down in torrents of white. The howling of the winter wind roared loud as the polar bear dogs that dominated the area, brushing past the colorless landscape beyond the city.

I, the Fire Avatar, was stuck on a boat with my guardians and mentors to visit the Southern Water Tribe (something about a Glacier Spirits Festival perhaps?). They told me that it was “necessary for the Avatar to celebrate the festivals of each nation,

The barren land whitened by winter was already eating at my patience. The tedious rhythm of our footsteps became a familiar pattern as we tread along the trail. At one point, I snapped and yelled over the wind at my teacher.

“WHY IS IT SO IMPORTANT FOR ME TO WALK DOWN THIS TRAIL? WHEN THE FIRE LORD FROM A FEW HUNDRED YEARS AGO- I FORGET HIS NAME- TRAVELED ON AN OPPOSITE PATH THAN THE PUBLIC ROUTE FOR HIS SAFETY, THAT WAS NEEDED! THIS IS COMPLETELY OUTRAGEOUS! WOULDN’T IT JUST BE SO MUCH EASIER IF I COULD DEPART THE BOAT LATER WITH THE REST OF THE VISITORS? THIS ENTIRE HIKE IS POINTLESS! IT JUST EXPOSES ME TO MORE DANGER, SINCE WE ARE WALKING ON A TRAIL COMPLETELY EXPOSED TO WILD ANIMALS AND MALEVOLENT SPIRITS!”

Tuning out any response he might have spoken, I stormed off, leaving him behind as I walked in any route that would isolate myself. I no longer cared about the festival. Now, all that was in my head was proving that I could be independent and could create my own “real life experience” without the help of him or any time-consuming festival, and I ignored his countless attempts to chase after

Short breaths escaped my numb lips, while I positioned myself in a resting position temporarily until I could locate a destination where I could relax. There. In the distance, beyond the fog, there was a looming shadow of a cliff, a towering structure that was both intimidating and welcoming. Small holes littered the sides of the frozen rock. Caverns, I realized. Hope once more sparked inside me, and my head was solely concentrated on one task: climbing to the cave large enough for me to relax in.

Step, step, grasp, lift, step, step… the pattern went on like that until I finally reached a small space a size that I would be comfortable in. It was the size of a small room, and was dry and safe from the storm. After collapsing onto the ground (on my shoulder, very hardly), I dragged myself across the rough stone until I reached the center of the cave, and drifted into darkness.

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Light flooded my vision as I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly until my vision was entirely restored. Outside, rays of sunlight were gleaming down at the serene, peaceful setting. Barely any traces remained of the violent storm that had taken place the previous night. Putting my arms underneath me in an effort to support myself, I gasped in pain as my right shoulder crumpled underneath me. Suddenly, I started to recall the events of what had