The Outsider- Avatar Fanfic

Chapter 2- School work, weird dreams and necklaces

I woke up to the sound of a key being turned in a lock, and I opened my drowsy eyes, quickly snapping to attention when I realised I was in a cold metal cell. I tried to get up from the floor where the guards had thrown me, but I felt that my hands were bound together by metal cuffs.

As I was struggling on the floor the door opened, and a pleasant looking elderly man entered the room carrying a tray with what looked like food, and red cloth in the other hand.

He walked over to my poor excuse of a bed, my eyes silently following his every move. He placed the items down and sat on the bed, pouring hot liquid into two cups, and took a sip out of one of them. With a sigh of satisfaction he then turned his warm amber eyes on me, humour twinkling in them.

'I know the bed isn't very welcoming, but surely you would be more comfortable sitting here than on the floor?' he said with an amused tone. His voice was deep and full, and he sounded kind. I instantly trusted him. I didn't say anything as I managed to lift myself off the floor.

'Who are you?' I said apprehensively.

'Ah, how rude of me, I did not introduce myself. My name is Iroh, but you may call me Uncle,' he said with a smile. I smiled tentatively back.

'My name is Amelia,' I said, this time in a more confidant voice. Iroh smiled again.

'An honour to meet you, Miss Amelia. Will you do me the pleasure of having some soup and tea with me?' he said, gesturing to the tray. My stomach rumbled silently; I was suddenly starving, so I nodded my head and went to sit down. Then remembered my cuffs.

'Oh, uh, you wouldn't mind...' I said, gesturing with my bound hands.

'Of course! Come closer and I will take them off.' Iroh quickly pulled a key out of nowhere and opened my cuffs. I rubbed my wrists unconsciously and sat down beside him. He offered me some tea, which I drank gratefully. He said nothing as he handed me the soup and allowed me to eat it without distractions, slowly sipping his tea. When I had finished, he then handed me the red clothes he had brought in, which turned out to be an oversized tunic, oversized pants, rather large black boots and a heavy warm cloak.

'I am sorry that they are too big for you, but we do not have any women on board, and I had noticed that you were a little underdressed for the weather,' he said, gesturing to my shorts and tee shirt. I quickly put the new clothes over my old ones, and soaked up the warmth they provided.

'You guys really like red,' I commented drily.

Iroh chuckled. 'It is the colour of my nation, the Fire Nation.'

'The Fire Nation?'

Iroh quickly took out a roll of parchment and unrolled it on the bed, revealing a map.

'It appears to me that you do not come from this world. The fact that you arrived coming from a massive hole in the air makes that rather obvious,' he said, looking me dead in the eyes. I frowned, searched them for any lies, but found none. I had postponed the time when I would have to try and figure out what exactly had happened, but it just seemed...impossible. I knew I hadn't been drugged, so it wasn't a hallucination. But then I remembered the way my body felt going through the portal, and the constant feeling of not belonging here.

'Eliminate the impossible, and whatever you have left, however improbably, must be the truth,' I whisper.

'An excellent saying, Miss Amelia. If you would allow me, I would like to teach you about my world,' Iroh said, gesturing to the map. I took a deep breath and nodded. Good thing I had always been good at history and geography, I thought drily to myself.