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Project 86 wrote:since this is about a possible extended addition i will post some of the full scenes from the movie novelization :
Movie is suppose to start off like this:Sunlight glinted off an endless expanse of ice dotted with towering glaciers of white. Cutting through the frozen plain, a river wended its way, twisting and flowing, creating movement in the otherwise still landscape.
A small paddle boat carrying two passengers drifted to short. A seventeen-year-old boy hopped out and bent down to tie the craft to a piece of ice that jutted out of the frozen shore. A fifteen-year-old girl who had been seated beside him climbed out and stood at the water’s edge.
She held her hands over the rushing river and began to concentrate. Thoughts of all that had happened to her and her people flooded her mind. One image appeared and crowded out all the others; it was the kind face of her mother. She felt a rush of warmth and love, though it was tinged with anger and sadness.
Focusing on the positive feelings, the girl rotated and lifted her hands. A small amount of water bubbled, then rose from the river and hovered in the air in front of her. Flexing her fingers, she rounded the water into the shape of a sphere. When the girl turned and stepped away from the river’s edge, the water moved with her, as if she were carrying it in an invisible container.
She turned toward the boy, and the ball of water followed her movement. It now hovered directly above his head. Taking a step forward, the girl stumbled on the uneven ice. As she moved her hands to regain her balance, she lost control of the water, which came splashing down onto the boy’s head.
“I’m sorry, Sokka,” the girl cried, unable to hold back a small giggle as he tried to chase his sister around on the ice.
“I thought about Mom that time,” the girl said, changing direction to stay a few steps ahead of him. “And it worked better. Isn’t that strange?”
“Yeah, I guess so, Katara,” the boy grumbled, slowing down. “Whatever. Just stop doing that water stuff around me. It always ends up with me getting wet.”
“It’s called Waterbending.” Katara said, coming to a stop.
“I know what it’s called,” Sokka shot back. “Just quit doing it over my head!”
Reaching back into the boat, Sokka pulled out a spear. He stepped quietly around the edge of an ice mountain, gripping the weapon tightly. Katara followed a few steps behind.
Sokka spotted something in the ice just ahead. Kneeling down, he ran his hand along the edge of a series of tracks in the dusting of snow that covered the ice.
“It’s a tigerseal,” he said to his sister.
“Are you sure?” Katara asked.
Sokka nodded, then he quickly started to follow the tracks. Katara hurried to keep up with her brother.
A few minutes later they stepped through a narrow gap between two glaciers and stared at a vast field of ice—flat, featureless, and eerily quiet.
“Uh, Sokka, are we lost?” Katara asked, looking out at the endless stretch of nothingness.
“I did everything Dad said to do,” Sokka replied. He was frustrated, but not ready to admit that the two were lost. “There’s no way we should be—“
“Sokka, wait!” Katara said, grabbing her brother’s arm.
“What is it, Katara?” Sokka asked, sensing her tension.
Katara pointed down at the ice. A white glow radiated up from deep below the surface. Sokka looked down at immediately reached into his backpack, pulling out a boomerang. Kneeling, he peered into the glowing ice.
“Something’s under there,” he said.
He raised his boomerang and slammed its edge down onto the ice. Nothing happened. He whacked the ice again. Still nothing. Striking the ice for the third time, Sokka heard an unmistakable cracking sound.
The ice beneath his feet began to spiderweb in every direction. The cracks grew longer and wider, opening gaping holes in the ice.
“It’s a cave-in!” he shouted to Katara. “Move away from the cracks!”
The two backed away and watched from a safe distance as a huge ball of ice rose from under the surface and emerged from a large opening. The smooth, clear sphere finally stopped moving. The ice plain grew silent once again.
Katara stepped forward.
“We shouldn’t touch it,” Sokka said anxiously.
“But look,” Katara insisted, pointing. “There’s someone in there. It looks like a boy. Who is he? Is he alive?”
“This could be a Fire Nation trap,” Sokka pointed out, slipping his boomerang inter his pack and grabbing Katara’s hand. “Let’s get back to the village.”
“We can’t just leave him, Sokka!” Katara cried.
Sokka shrugged. “He’s probably dead, anyway.”
Katara snatched the boomerang from her brother’s pack and ran towards the giant ice ball.
“Wait, don’t!” Sokka cried.
Ignoring her brother, Katara smacked the huge ball of ice with the edge of the boomerang.
“There could be a lot of built-up pressure inside that thing,” Sokka insisted.
Katara struck the sphere again.
Sokka sighed deeply and shook his head. Since when did his sister ever listen to him, anyway?
“Katara, you don’t know what might—“
A powerful blast of air shot from a crack in the sphere, blowing Katara back and across the ice. She slammed into Sokka, and the two skidded to a stop.
“—happen,” Sokka finished as he untangled himself from his sister.
The crack Katara had opened expanded, and a blinding light shot high into the sky, turning the whole world white. Sokka and Katara shielded their eyes, trying in vain to see what was going on.
The light faded, revealing that the sphere had split in half, leaving two motionless figures sprawled out on the ice. The boy Katara had seen inside it was wrapped in a cloak. Beside him lay a huge animal covered in thick white fur.
Katara kneeled down next to the boy, who appeared to be about thirteen years old. His head was shaved completely bald and covered in a blue tattoo in the shape of an arrow. Katara leaned in close just as the boy opening his eyes.
“Is he breathing?” Sokka asked. “And did you see that light shoot into the sky? What was that all about?”
Katara smiled at the boy. “What’s your name?” she asked softly.
The boy squinted up at her but remained silent.
“He’s exhausted, Sokka,” Katara said, realizing that this was no place for a conversation. “We need to get him back to the village.”
Sokka walked up to the big furry creature and started poking the beast. “What is this thing?” he wondered aloud.
The enormous animal casually lifted his huge, paddle-like tail and pinned Sokka beneath it.
“Help!” he cried, flailing his arms from underneath the tail. “I’m being attacked!”
Katara stood and spun around quickly, wondering how she could possibly battle this enormous beast. Then Sokka easily crawled out from under the tail. The animal made no attempt to stop him.
“False alarm,” Sokka said, standing up and brushing the ice and white fur from his jacket. “Everything’s under control.”
Katara turned back to the boy and helped him to his feet. “Hold my hand,” she said gently. “You’ll be okay.”
The boy fell into her arms, unconscious. “Sokka, help me get him back to the boat,” she said.
They retraced their steps and carried the unconscious boy back to their boat. Sokka paddled quickly down the river towards their village. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed the big white animal following them along the shoreline.
Gran Gran/Katara/Sokka Convo before Katara Enters Aang's TentA short time later they arrived at their village, a small collection of igloos nestled together at the bottom of an ice valley. Carry the boy, they brought him to their grandmother's igloo. She helped them bring the boy inside and get him comfortably settled.
As their grandmother attended to the boy, Sokka ran off to check on the tribe's children. This was one of the responsibilities his father had left him with when he went off with the other men of the tribe to fight against the Fire Nation.
"He's all right." Katara's grandmother said when Sokka returned. She signaled for them to step outside. "He just needs some rest." Katara and Sokka stepped out of the igloo, and the older woman looked at her granddaughter.
"Where exactly did you find him, Katara?" she asked.
"By a path near the big glaciers," Katara replied. "He was buried in the ice."
Her grandmother turned away, her wrinkled, weather-beaten face creased in thought.
"What's wrong, Grandma?" Katara asked, wondering if saving the boy could have possibly been the wrong thing to do.
Grandma's expression softened. "Nothing's wrong, Katara," she said. "Go keep an eye on the boy, so he is not alone when he awakens."
Katara/Aang Full Conversation in TentKatara nodded and slipped back into the igloo. To her surprise the boy was awake, standing up and putting on his shirt. She stared in amazement at the intricate pattern of tattoos that ran down from his head and across his back and arms. His body was thin but muscular. When the boy had put on his shirt and cloak, he noticed Katara.
"How did you get all the way out here?" she asked. "This village is pretty far away from the rest of the world."
"I ran away from home," the boy said flatly. "It wasn't a smart thing to do. I was just upset."
Katara thought about all she had faced since the war began and how many times she wished that she could have simply run away. "I get like that too," she said.
"Thanks for saving me," the boy said, smiling for the first time.
"Just lucky," Katara admitted.
The boy sighed deeply. "I probably should get home," he said, wrapping his cloak around him. "They'll all be worried."
"So you're going home?" Katara asked. "Then you're not still upset?"
"Not as much as I was," the boy explained, picking up a wooden staff that was as tall as he was. He noticed Katara fidgeting with the necklace that hung around her neck.
Katara blushed as the boy reached out and touched the carved wooden necklace. "It's my mom's," she said softly. "She gave it to me."
"You're lucky to have a family," the cloaked boy said with a touch of sadness in his voice.
"She passed away," Katara said.
"Oh, sorry," the boy said, feeling uncomfortable.
"But you're right," Katara added quickly. "I was lucky."
The boy nodded, then suddenly seemed worried.
"Your animal—," Katara began.
"Appa is his name," the boy explained.
"You don't have to worry," she continued. "He's just at the edge of the village, near the stream. He's fine. He's very gentle."
"I should go," the boy said. "I—"
Just then, Sokka rushed into the igloo, leading a group of village children. His face was flushed, and his eyes were wide with fear.
"The Fire Nation's here," he said tersely. "And they brought their war machines."
Aang and SWT ChildrenAs Sokka and Katara stepped towards the igloo doorway, Katara looked back at the mysterious boy.
Leaning his tall staff against the wall, he turned to the frightened group of children. "Don't worry," he said, smiling. "I'm sure there's nothing wrong." He pulled a handful of stones from the pocket of his cloak. "Who wants to play a game?" he asked.
The children gathered around the boy, who kneeled down and tossed the stones onto the floor.
Back in the igloo, a child tossed a stone into a group of other stones that were placed in a circle. The other children near him all cheered.
"You're good at that," said the cloaked boy, who was leading the game. "Now I'll show you one of my favorite games."
A shadow fell over him as a Fire Nation soldier stepped into the igloo. He stared at the boy for a moment, then pulled off his cloak revealing the arrow-shaped tattoo running across his head. He grabbed the boy and pulled him outside as the children huddled together in fear.
Aang after he escaped Zuko's ShipThe young Airbender drifted down through the sky, using the air currents for resistance, until he landed on Appa's back.
"Urrraaarrr," the sky bison wailed happily.
"It's good to see you too, buddy," the boy answered gleefully, scratching the huge bison on the top of his furry head. Then he turned to Sokka and Katara, who sat behind him. The two just stared at him in shock.
"You came just in time," the boy said. "Thanks."
"Oh, I'm Katara. That's my brother, Sokka," Katara told the boy.
"Grandma was right," Sokka said in amazement. "You can bend air. How do you do that?"
"We Airbenders learn to feel the energy behind the wind, not just the breeze on our skin," the boy explained. "It's all about controlling energy."
The young Airbender looked down at Prince Zuko's ship, which moved swiftly through the ice valley below.
"The Fire Nation is up to something," he said, frowning. "I have to go back home now. I could drop you guys back at your village, or you can come with me and I'll bring you home later."
Sokka and Katara looked at each other. They both thought of their grandmother's words. Their destinies were now tied to the young Airbender's. They had committed to helping him, and they were going to see that promise through.
"We're going to make sure you get back safely," Katara said.
"Yeah, drop us back home later," Sokka added quickly.
"Great," said the boy, obviously pleased to have his new friends along on the journey. "Then let's go home, Appa. Yip-yip!"
Appa moaned his approval, then stepped off the ice cliff, lifting his enormous bulk into the air. The three passengers seated on his back held on tightly as the sky bison flew out over the ocean. Within a few minutes, the Fire Nation ship had disappeared from view.
"This is so much fun!" Sokka cried as they soared through the sky. "In a terrifying kind of way."
"'Yip-yip'?" Katara asked.
"That's the command to start flying," the Airbender replied, looking out ahead as warm thoughts of home filled his mind.
Arrive at SATA few hours later the Southern Air Temple came into view. "There it is!" the boy cried excitedly, pointing at a grand temple that sat high atop a mountain. "Home. Bring us down, Appa, old buddy."
Appa landed in a big open field near the base of the Southern Air Temple. Katara and Sokka dropped from the bison's back, landing hard on the ground. The young Airbender drifted softly down beside them.
"Katara, this field is where the flying sky bison sleep," he explained. Looking around, he saw no sky bison. "That's weird. They must all be out flying, I guess."
Katara glanced around. "Wow," she said. "I didn't know people lived so high up in the mountains."
AS Scene from SATA scraping sound startled him. Aang walked slowly toward the sound, stepping blindly through the fog.
He came face-to-face with an enormous beast with scaly skin. The creature was rubbing up against the rough wall, creating the scraping sound. Suddenly it stopped moving.
"Avatar," the Dragon said in a deep but gentle voice. "The human world and the spirit world are in danger. Where have you been? You may already be too late."
Then the Dragon disappeared as quickly as he had come, but Aang remained shrouded in the white mist. Somewhere, far way in the distance, a girl's voice rang out.
"I know you feel alone, Aang. I know how you feel. My mother was taken and killed by the Fire Nation. I know you feel you don't have a family anymore. But Sokka and I can be your family, Aang. I'm your friend. I'm here. I won't leave you!"
The white mist started to slowly lift. The prayer field came back into Aang's view, along with Sokka and Katara, as he hovered in the air. He felt himself drift toward the ground as the winds all around him died down. He landed and felt as if he were going to pass out.
Then he collapsed into Katara's waiting arms.
"I'm sorry, Aang," she said. "I'm so sorry."
Extended Earthbender Scene"When they invaded our village, the Fire Nation forbade us from having anything related to bending," the old man explained. "Now you have inspired us."
Aang watched as the people of the village brought out their traditional Earthbending robes and belts, then slipped them on over their tattered clothing. The finely made and beautifully decorated garments seemed to fill them with a newfound spirit.
Then, one by one, Earthbenders unleashed powerful moves. One bender raises his hands over his head and a tall peak of rock sprung up from the earth. Another Earthbender whipped her arms forward and an enormous boulder flew through the air, coming to rest on top of the peak the first Earthbender had raised.
Aang was thrilled that just his presence had filled these people with hope and renewed their fighting spirit.
Ozai/Zhao extended scene"Are the stories real or not, Commander?" the seated man asked.
"Fire Lord Ozai, we are tracking the stories of the Avatar through the towns," Zhao replied. "There have been many sightings of him. Some say he is just a skinny boy."
The Fire Lord looked up at Zhao, who continued to speak. "But, my lord, there seems to be a growing rebellion inspired by this boy. How seriously should we take this? He is just one person. The reign of the Avatar is over."
Fire Lord Ozai looked back toward his palace. "The Avatar will convince others that the four elements are the same," he said. "He will confine us to a lower place, where Fire will not long be the dominant element. Others will feel more powerful. And he will once again be the bridge to the spirit world."
"Then this is a Fire Nation issue now," Zhao stated with certainty. "It can no longer simply be about punishing your son, who has demonstrated questionable courage." The Fire Lord said nothing, so Zhao continued. "I believe we should set a trap for the Avatar. He will return to the Northern Air Temple to try to contact the spirit world. I am certain of it. I will send word ahead to have our men wait there. I will start my travel now, if you give me permission."
Again the Fire Lord said nothing, and Zhao grew uncomfortable with the extended silence. "Forgive my boldness, my lord, but I found the Great Library when most said it didn't even exist," Zhao said. "Because of my actions, we have now learned all the secrets of the spirit world contained within the library. With all due respect, I believe I have earned this command. I have earned the right to find and eliminate the Avatar."
The Fire Lord nodded and finally spoke. "My son deserves the opportunity to regain his honor. But you man also pursue the Avatar with your army. If you should find him first, then that is simply my son's fate."
Commander Zhao bowed deeply. "As always, my lord, I thing you are being extremely fair," he said. "I will leave at once." Then he turned and strode from the palace, a satisfied smirk spreading across his broad face.
Aang/Dragon Spirit Extended SceneThere are the seeds of belief among the Fire Nation that the spirit world's time of influence over the humans should end," the Dragon said. "Then the beast's enormous head poked through the thick mist and drew close to Aang. Thick scaly skin covered its face. Long, sharp teeth filled its mouth.
"The Fire Nation has stolen secret knowledge of the spirit world from the Great Library," the Dragon continued. "They are intending to misuse this knowledge."
Aang took a deep breath and tried to summon his courage. "I will stop them," he stated firmly.
A huge dragon claw appeared suddenly from the mist. The Dragon pondered Aang's words.
"I know you will try," the Dragon said after a moment. "But it requires many, many years to master all the elements. The comet that gave the Fire Nation the power to start this war one hundred years ago will be returning in three years. It will once again give the Firebenders the ability to use their chi to produce fire themselves, rather than just manipulate already existing fire. Every Firebender will be able to create fire and use it against their enemies. If they have not been defeated by the day the comet returns, nothing will be able to stop them."
This news hit Aang hard. His fear of not being good enough, of not having enough time to learn all he needed to learn, came crashing back down on him.
"Spirits can sense things about the future," Aang said, pushing back the wave of emotion that threatened to overtake him. "Will I stop them? Will I fix everything?"
"I don't know, Avatar Aang," the Dragon replied. "It is unclear."
"Can you tell me anything about the future?" Aang asked, practically pleading with the Dragon for some shred of hope.
"I can tell you that the one called Katara will be very important to you," the Dragon said. "But be careful with your feelings and actions. You have struggled with this in all your lifetimes, Avatar: the balance between your desire for love and family, and your responsibility to the world. You have begun to change things, but now you must get to the Northern Water Tribe. The Fire Nation will soon attack, and they have information that can help them defeat the Water Tribe. If they succeed, all is lost."
"But what--," Aang began to speak, but the Dragon vanished into the cloud of mist, which filled the cave, completely engulfing Aang.
Zhao/Aang Interrogation ExtendedZhao continued his interrogation. "I understand when you freed that handful of towns you were quite impressive, but you only used Airbending against my soldiers. Why is that?"
Again Aang remained silent. Zhao reached down and slid a large bucket of water directly under Aang's dangling feet. "You know," Zhao said almost playfully, "I hate water. I don't even know how to swim."
Aang stared down at the bucket.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Use that water. Go ahead, bend it. I'm defenseless."
Aang still didn't move, confirming Zhao's suspicions.
"As I thought," the Fire Nation commander muttered.
Aang turned his head away.
"I wish I was there when the comet came and they killed the rest of your kind," Zhao said, with a sharp, cruel edge in his voice. "I hear the Airbenders were very cowardly. They didn't even fight. Did you know that? Sad, really."
Aang felt flushed with shame. Zhao was right. He should have been there. He should have saved his people.
"I am disappointed, though," Zhao said, after allowing Aang a long moment to wallow in guilt and pain. "I thought I would be a little more impressed when I finally caught you." Then he strode from the room, slamming the door loudly behind him.
Aang/Zuko in Woods after Temple EscapeA short while later the sun began to set. Aang found a spot to camp for the night. He built a campfire and sat beside the still-unconscious form of Zuko, pondering his next move. He had to get back to Katara and Sokka, and he couldn't lose any more time in getting to the Northern Water Tribe. But he also knew he could just leave Zuko there.
Aang sat by the fire through the night, adding wood to keep them both warm. Glancing at Zuko, he noticed something peeking out of the prince's pocket. Pulling it out, Aang saw that it was Katara's Water Tribe necklace. He smiled, then slipped it into his own pocket. He had no idea how Zuko had gotten it, but he was glad to have discovered it. Katara would be so happy to get it back.
Zuko rose with the sun, groaning and forcing his eyes open. The moment he spotted Aang, he struggled to his feet. With a swift Firebending move, Zuko pulled from the glowing embers of the campfire and hurtled three spikes of blazing orange flames at Aang.
Aang leaped to a nearby tree, jumping from branch to branch, to avoid Zuko's relentless Firebending barrage. He rescued me and then I rescued him, Aang thought as he climbed higher and disappeared into the thick forest canopy. I guess we're even.
Reuniting with Sokka and KataraKatara paced back and forth at the edge of the lake, stopping every few seconds to look up. Sokka sat nearby, tossing rocks into the water.
"We've got to do something," Katara blurted.
"Katara, we've been over this again and again," Sokka replied. "We don't even know where this temple is. There's nothing to do but wait. He can take care of himself. He'll be back. Just be patient, like them." Sokka tilted his head in the direction of the Kyoshi warrior, who were sitting quietly and meditating.
A few more minutes passed when suddenly a large shadow fell over Katara.
"Aang!" she cried, as she looked up and spotted Appa.
Appa landed. Aang slid off his back, bowed to the Kyoshi warriors, then joined Sokka and Katara in a group hug.
"We were so worried about you," Katara cried.
"I'm okay," Aang explained as the group dispersed. "I was captured at the Northern Air Temple, but I got some help from an unexpected person." Aang then told his friends the tale of how Zuko, dressed as the Blue Spirit, first rescued him, then tried to captured him.
"Which reminds me," Aang said as he finished his story. "I have something for you, Katara." He reached into his pocket, pulled out her necklace, and placed it gently around her neck. Their eyes locked for a moment as both felt the joy and relief of seeing each other again.
"We'd better keep moving," Aang said after a moment. "We've got to get to the Northern Water Tribe."
Katara, Sokka, and Aang climbed up onto Appa's back.
Arrival to the NWTAang and his friends continued on their way. Soon, lush green mountains gave way to snow-covered hills. The white mountains led to a vast ocean. Blue tinted glaciers jutted up from the water as Appa splashed down into the icy sea. The bison used his flat, paddle-shaped tail to propel himself through the water, swimming around glaciers and past icebergs. Sokka searched his maps, trying to figure out exactly where they were.
"Look!" Katara shouted suddenly. "Men in boats. And they're wearing Water Tribe clothing. Sokka, we're here. We've found the Northern Water Tribe!"
"Over here!" Sokka and Katara shouted together, waving their arms frantically.
The men of the Water Tribe paddled their boat over to Appa. Their eyes opened wide in surprise at the sight of the enormous floating bison. Sokka and Katara smiled broadly. They had never met their brothers from the Northern Water Tribe, though their father had told them stories of the powerful benders there. Aang remained silent and hooded.
"I am a Waterbending from the Southern Water Tribe," Katara announced. "And I travel with a person of great importance."
Sokka beamed with pride. He had no idea that his sister considered him a person of great importance. Then he sighed and his shoulders slumped as he realized that Katara was referring to Aang.
"We must see your princess and your finest Waterbending masters," Katara added.
The men of the Northern Water Tribe nodded. "Follow us back to the stronghold," one of them said.
A few minutes later Aang peered out from under his hood to see a stronghold formed from huge walls of ice that rose up from the ocean's surface. A narrow channel created a small opening in the walls. Appa followed the Water Tribe boats through this channel and into the stronghold.
Aang, Sokka, and Katara stepped off Appa and followed the men, who had led them across the main courtyard of the Northern Water Tribe stronghold. Crowds formed as they moved across the vast icy plaza, staring at the enormous fur-covered beast and the strangers he had carried to their home.
The Water Tribe men lad the visitors into a glistening crystal palace of ice. They were brought to a large chamber where they stood before a group of the tribe's leaders. In the center of the group sat a beautiful sixteen-year old girl with long white hair and deep, soulful eyes. Sokka found himself immediately lost in the girl's eyes—until she noticed him staring at her, and looked away. Then she stood and spoke to the newcomers.
"I am Princess Yue, and I welcome you to the Northern Water Tribe," she said.
"I am Katara, a Waterbender from the Southern Water Tribe," Katara began, realizing that everyone was staring at her. She noticed one older man who sat alone in the corner and stared at her with particular intensity. "This is my brother, Sokka, a warrior from the Southern Water Tribe."
Sokka bowed, and Katara continued, telling the group of their long journey from the South Pole through the Earth Kingdom, and all the way here to find their sister tribe.
Then she paused and turned to Aang.
"We welcome our brethren from the south," one of the elders said. "But who is this other young one? He does not dress like a Water tribesman."
Aang took off his cloak and exposed his Airbending tattoos. He performed a simple Airbending move, creating a spinning funnel of air in the chamber. Everyone in the room stood up. A flurry of mutterings sped through the room. They could not believe their eyes.
"He has returned?"
"There is hope!"
"Where has he been?"
Katara raised her hands to quiet the chattering group. "The Avatar needs to learn Waterbending from your finest master," she explained as the group fell silent. "Is there one here among you who can teach him?"
All eyes immediately turned to the old man in the corner. He stood slowly.
"I am Master Pakku," he said in a surprisingly strong voice for one who looked so frail. "And I will teach the Avatar!"
after you have read all this you cant tell me this would not of added so much to the movie
dagn96 wrote:I'm still pissed off at Shyamalan for cutting the Kyoshi warriors.
Screemo wrote:dagn96 wrote:I'm still pissed off at Shyamalan for cutting the Kyoshi warriors.
they were taking over the movie even though they were in like only one Season 1 episode. having them in there might not have fixed the movie's quality.
dagn96 wrote:I'm still pissed off at Shyamalan for cutting the Kyoshi warriors.
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