Post by siakia on Dec 14, 2005 22:01:19 GMT -5
The coal had long been dried up in the mine. That is why it was so perfect. No one, Fire Bender or otherwise, would stick their noses in it. Unless they truely knew what was in it.
It had happened that on a night, a fire nation soldier, long lost from his batallion, had left the cave. In truth, it was the mask of Siakia, ready to learn more about the Fire Nation war effort then they would like. He exited the ghost cave, and walked to an encampment not far from the old mine. Something was always to be learned there, troop movements or cries of terror as the very soil turned foe.
It had happened that on a night, a fire nation soldier, long lost from his batallion, had left the cave. In truth, it was the mask of Siakia, ready to learn more about the Fire Nation war effort then they would like. He exited the ghost cave, and walked to an encampment not far from the old mine. Something was always to be learned there, troop movements or cries of terror as the very soil turned foe.