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If I could have gotten the rights to shoot the Avatar the Last Airbender film, this is how I would have done it. First, we need a whole recast. I would try my best to get these people to act in the film. And if they can't speak English, I would just hire voice actors and dub their lines. Of course I didn't account for their height. That could potentially be a problem. ^^; But maybe we can solve that by shooting from an angle? Second, I'd hire a great choreographer. Someone who knows their martial arts. And many, many stunt men, because we want the fight scenes to look real. And obviously I'd get a bunch of co-directors who had worked with a

The Traitors of Kyoshi Aang watched as Longshot murdered Sokka beneath a full moon. Perched on the rooftop of a tavern a short distance away, Aang could only make out the broader motions, so he didn't see what precisely Longshot did. The sniper had been holding Sokka as a hostage in the middle of the empty streets, holding an arrow like a knife with the head pointed right under Sokka's chin, but then Suki attacked, and everything became a blur. When it was resolved, Suki was struggling on the ground beneath Sokka's still body, viscous red liquid clinging to both of them, while a dozen soldiers closed in around them. Aang grinned. Everythin

The Rebels of Kyoshi "We're trying to find the last Waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe, my sister." Sokka said, to the gasps of his audience. "But our story begins a hundred years ago, as Avatar Aang made his way to the South Pole..." The face-paint people all leaned forward with interest, but Mai just rolled her eyes and began tuning the proceedings out. It wasn't easy, because interesting sights were at a minimum in this supposed 'safehouse.' It was really just an undocumented basement below a lumber warehouse, and the only good thing about it was that it wasn't a smelly fish warehouse, an equally likely option given Kyoshi Island's

The Warlords of Kyoshi From the level of the clouds, Aang looked down at a land named for one of his past lives and said, "I think it looks nice." And it did, aside from the sprawling military complex that sat like tarnish on the warmly-hued eastern coast. Appa bobbed on the air currents high above Kyoshi Island while Aang, Mai, Sokka, and Momo all leaned over the side of the saddle and checked things out. Aang was pleased to see that there was active sea life in the island's bays, brightly-colored elephant koi that jumped above the waves and splashed back down in rainbow sprays of seawater. Those things must be fun to ride. In deeper wate

Night of the Di Fu Ling Aang didn't realize he was on a journey inside himself until he got to the destination. It was a quiet journey, starting with a sense of the familiar when he looked up at the face of the statue in the Southern Air Temple Sanctuary, traveling down the road of a name he had heard only a few times a century ago- Roku- that sprung forth from a memory older than Aang himself, arriving at a dark, quiet place underneath a glowing tree full of silver leaves. Roku was waiting there. Aang approached his previous life, stepping across the solid darkness beneath his feet. "You were who Gyatso said would guide me." "As best as