I have so much trouble finishing things. Recently I've been working on an epic Avatar: The Last Airbender fanfic based a few hundred (or maybe more like a thousand) years before Aang. I may never finish it, so here's my first draft:
She stepped the light, practiced waltz of a windstorm through quiet halls churning with the whispered breaths of sleeping nomads. It was the sort of night she was used to: cool, pine-scented wind caressing her from all around, and a silent moon illuminating the third temple mountain, casting its shadow like a tattered blanket upon the stones beneath her feet. Midnight perhaps? The nuns didn't like them to be aw