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How Far We've Come

viria:

Matchbox Twenty-How Far We’ve Come (click here if the song doens’t play for any reason)

I did it. big thing.I did it and I am so so so prouudddddd uvu

guys, there’s a small warning..I think I went a bit masochistic on this one, so don’t blame me for all of my worst possible scenarios ; well one at least.

hope you’ll like it!:33

the end.

*everyone who is not in Percy Jackson fandom and had to scroll down all the way through your dashboard because of this I am sorry*

clarygarroway:

BOOKS MEME ┼ ten series or books (4/10) ┼ percy jackson and the olympians and heroes of olympus x

Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.

(via istolethelightning)

Ooh. Hope you guys like this! It’s two of my characters from a story I’m making called Drakonics! Hope y’all adore it XD Tell me what you think! :D

Ooh. Hope you guys like this! It’s two of my characters from a story I’m making called Drakonics! Hope y’all adore it XD Tell me what you think! :D

LoK Fanfic: Another View

Well, here’s my fanfic about my OCs in Avatar The Legend of Korra! Enjoy the first two parts (chapters)!!!!

Part 1: Normal Day Out

Serko shivered in the blizzard as he swore quietly to himself. He blew into his gloved hands as he marched, the warmth of his bending working out as a lifesaver. The young firebender spotted three penguins marching next to him. He smiled as one seemed to nudge him, until it pecked at his shin.

            “Stupid birds!” he yelled as he trudged along. The moon shined brightly, even through the hard gusts of the wind and snow.

            Soon enough, Serko spotted his village. It was one of the many pockets of towns on the North Pole and the Northern Water tribe. His village was relatively large and was a center of trade for other villages. Serko is also the only or one of the only firebenders raised in the Northern Water tribe by his Fire Nation father and Water tribe mother.

            Candles were lit inside each igloo or tent, keeping the inhabitants warm. Serko trudged through, trying to get to his own home near the center of the village. The winds continued to push down on him as he adjusted the strap of his fur knapsack. He finally got some fresh food from his latest hunt. It took him a long hunting trip-about a week-since most food was scarce and only attained through trade.

            Only the best food was the freshest kind, his father used to tell him…

            His father…

            Serko took the thought out of his head as he opened the door to his family’s large hut. “Mom? I’m home.”

            Kaya turned, bearing her usual warm smile. “You’re home! How was the hunting trip?”

            She was a beautiful woman, her own sapphire eyes always shining brightly.

            Serko smiled as he took off his red, fur coat and his knapsack, revealing his messy hair and the same warm face he got from his mother. He pulled out the bundle and set it onto the table. “I have… some elk and seal. Looks like we have something to eat tonight and for the rest of the week.”

            “Oh, good! We haven’t had any seal for months. I hope it was near the coast?”

            “Healthy as a polar bear-dog… thing…” he tried to reply, slightly embarrassed.

            Kaya chuckled. “Just like your father.  Always trying to put a smile on my face.”

            She frowned when he didn’t answer and watched as he looked to his boots.

            “Um… I’ll start preserving these. You should get some sleep, mom,” Serko muttered as he wrapped the bundle up.

            Kaya sighed. She missed her husband too.

           

            “Too… early…”

            Ryka rolled her eyes, sitting at the side of Serko’s bed. “Come on. You promised for some bending practice. Plus, you need it and I mish you!”

            Serko groaned even louder under his blankets. “Fine… just… get out of the room… or the hut for that matter. Be out in twenty minutes.”

            She let out a friendly “whoop!” and did so when Kaya invited her to breakfast.

            “Mmmm! You make some of the best seaweed noodle soup.”

            “I always try!” Kaya replied. “You’re earlier than usual Ryka. What brought you to wake up so early?”

            Serko’s mother waggled her eyebrows, sending an obvious hint to her son’s friend.

            “Well… I… uh…”

            “Come on, spit it out.”

            Ryka slurped her last few noodles and soup and began to hesitate.

            “Well…”

            Serko suddenly came out in his light, red cloak and his snow boots and vambraces on. His quiver of arrows and his small crossbow were strapped to his waist. He looked just handsome… oh no put yourself together Ryka…

            She jumped from her chair and pulled Serko out the door. “Well, gotta go, Kaya! Thanks for breakfast.”

            “Ah, reminds me of me when I was younger,” Kaya chuckled.

            “So tell me why you’re trying to make me starve?” he yelled out.

            Ryka didn’t look at him to hide the blush on her face as they both walked to the outer perimeter of the village. “Just excited. That’s all. Plus, I got this sandwich with elk meat in it for ya.”

            Serko caught the sandwich and started munching. “So,” he started, mouth still full, “Whaddya want to practice today? Just some usual freestyle?”

            Before he could even take one last munch of his food, a spout of water blasted it out of his hands and he stared at the remains of his food forlornly. He glared at the water tribe girl he grew up to know for so many years.

            Ryka had decided to wear her thinner coat and was on her defensive stance, ice spiking out and ready. “That’s the idea, Kone boy.”

            Serko smirked as he took off his own cloak and his archery equipment. He made a swiping kick, forming a blast of fire towards Ryka. Ryka flipped over it, spouting some more water on him. He laughed when he pushed out another flame which she blocked, causing her to be forced into a mound of snow.

            He started to laugh, hands on his knees. “Priceless!”

            Ryka popped her head out of the snow, an annoyed look on her face. “Very funny!”

            A huge wave of water from the snow slammed onto her friend.

 

Part 2: Arrival

            “Here’s your pass ticket,” the man said as he gave one of the foreign traders a ticket to Republic City in the darkening afternoon.

            Serko stared through the stands of the coastal village, hood over his head. This was his chance. He had been working for a year now to earn enough money for his mother’s needs and enough money for his own ticket for the city.

            “I’d like a ticket to Republic City,” Serko said to the man at his small counter. The man looked up at the young firebender and scanned his face. He saw the bronze eyes with his slightly dark skin.

            “You have fifty silver, kid?” he asked gruffly. Serko only replied by slapping a gold piece onto the table. “Good,” the ticket man said. “That’ll do. It’s gonna be a long trip, probably a few days. We’ll be shipping out in eight hours so get moving, kid.”

           

            The firebender walked back to his hut and opened the door. He started to write a letter in the moonlight but before he could even finish, his mother’s voice interrupted him.

            “Serko…”

            He turned around rather quickly. “M-mom, what are you doing up?”

            She only gave him a grim but happy smile. “I knew you would be going soon.”

            “I-I was going to tell you…”

            “You never had to, Serko,” she said, blue eyes gleaming.

            She hugged him tightly, head resting on his chest. “Just like your father. You have his determination to reach a goal by any means.”

            Her son looked at her. “Mom, I don’t want to leave you like this.”

            A few tears fell from her eyes. “I’ll be fine. Do what you think is right, okay?”

            Serko hugged her back as she said, “My little boy has grown up.”

            “I’ll come back home soon, Mom. I promise.”

           

            Sometime later as he made his way through the snowy hills on a slow march, he could hear someone’s boots running on the snow. Serko turned to find Ryka staring at him in disbelief. She was breathing hard.

            “Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” she said slowly.

            He was quiet. He didn’t need this right now. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

            “You could have at least said goodbye. You know that.”

            Serko was silent. He thought it would be easier not to bring her along. He didn’t want her to fall behind or to be pulled down by him. He wanted her to stay because it might be easier for her to stay home.

            Ryka hit him on the chest with her arms. “Why didn’t you? Why didn’t you say goodbye?!”

            “I have to go, Ryk.”

            He started to trudge along towards the coast and tried not to regret hearing her footsteps trudging back towards their village. “I’m sorry” he muttered.

           

The huge ship’s horn blew, signaling its arrival. Serko spotted a few people going up the ramp and he ran even faster, going into a sprint. The ramp started to rise back into the ship but he jumped and hung on when it was just a few feet in the air. He climbed and slid down just before it closed.

            “Phew…” he muttered. The ticket man he saw hours earlier approached him with a hint of humor on his face.

            “Glad you made it kid,” he said, taking the ticket out of Serko’s coat pocket casually as if nothing happened. “Get going. We’ll be in Republic City in a few days.”

            Serko rubbed his head tiredly. He took off his hood and rested against a few crates. He was finally on his way to the city. Finally, but before he could even close his eyes…

            “BOO!”

            Serko fell onto his side, shocked to the spirit world. “W-WAIT WHAT?!”

            And here was Ryka, chuckling at him to an annoying oblivion as her pet penguin-puffin chirped loudly in his face.

            “What are you doing here?!” he demanded, feelings of regret for almost turning her away fading.

            She played with her long braid, twirling it in a small circle and said in reply. “I decided I’d go with you! Ain’t that great?”

            “But won’t your parents be angry you left?”

            She forced a smile on her face and said hesitantly, “They… let me go along with you.”

            Serko knew she was hiding something but pushed the thought aside. “Great, now what’s going to keep the ticket man from throwing you overboard….?”

            He trailed off, seeing her wave a pink ticket in his face. He folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Now where did you get that?”

            “Another guy was giving out some genuine tickets. I stress the genuine cuz-“

            “Cuz it’s fake?” he interrupted. He glared at her. She frowned and tried to put a positive look on her face again. He’s never satisfied, she thought to herself.

            “Look, I know you don’t like the that fact I’m here-“

            “Nope!”

            She glared at him. “Thanks for emphasizing, jerk.”

            Serko rubbed his forehead. “Look, I’m may be annoyed but I am glad you’re here.”

            “Yeah right,” Ryka muttered, rolling her eyes.

            She hated how he was always like this. Even since they were kids, he always had something to put down her proposals for ideas, bending, and everything else. Excuses, excuses, excuses…

            “So what’s the plan when we get to the city?” she asked, trying to put a small smile on her own face.

            Serko scratched his chin and thought about it.

            “We could possibly get a room in an inn or maybe even an apartment. Then I heard about some job openings in the Future Industries factory nearest to the docks.”

            Ryka smiled. “That’s a great idea.”

            He nodded, a satisfied look on his face. “Then we know what to do.”

 

            Upon the arrival to Republic City, they both looked at it in amazement. It was huge. Tall buildings, Satomobiles driving around, the large amount of people walking around, and most of all, Avatar Aang’s Memorial Statue. Maybe this was a good start after all.

            Ryka’s penguin-puffin, Terku, chirped loudly and pecked Serko’s head. He swiped her off his head as she flew off into the sky. Terku was always a wandering pet, flying around and just coming back to Ryka at random.

            “One day you have got to tame her,” Serko muttered annoyingly.

            His friend giggled, “She already is!”

            “Oh shut it.”

            They both walked along, asking people for directions to the nearest open apartments or inns. It took them a few hours until they found the best directions to get to a good, small apartment.

            “Hello! My name is Mei. You two look like water tribe,” the woman said at her desk. “You both new here? I heard the avatar has just arrived to Republic city too!”

            “Yes we are,” Serko said with a smile.

            Ryka broke in, excited. “The Avatar?!”

            “Yes,” Mei replied with a smile. “Her name is Avatar Korra from the Southern Water Tribe. Now shush while I lead you to your new apartment.”

            She handed the key to Serko who nodded thanks. The apartment was small, and on the second floor of the building. Mei explained that they were lucky since it’s the cleanest and best apartment there. The rent was also 300 yuans per month. It was usually a thousand, but she would give them some slack since they were ‘young and new to the city.’

            Ryka jumped onto the leather sofa with a laugh and sigh of relief.

            “Man, am I tired.”

            Serko rolled his eyes. “You were sleeping, resting your head on my shoulder, and drooling the whole day yesterday. How can you be tired?”

            Ryka blushed. “I was sleeping on… your shoulder?”

            “Yeah. What of it?”

            So oblivious, Ryka thought.

            Serko looked out the window. Good, they were near the market center and were in short distance of the factory. He kept on his cloak and boots, but he discarded his huge gloves and knapsack. “I’m gonna look for the new job openings. You coming?”

            He suddenly heard quiet snores and he sighed. “She’s asleep already. Hope the television keeps her company.”

            And he locked the door behind him as he left.