Hofuna – Huozai was like any other boy born of Fire Nation blood, he had golden eyes, dark hair, and fair skin. But unlike many boys Hofuna stood out in many ways, his name for one; not many, or even any at all, had two first names, let alone the first one being of the Earth Kingdom. Hofuna's hair hung just under his chin, as did most boys, but unlike them, Hofuna's wore not topknot of any kind and felt better with it lose.
Thirdly; Hofuna had never seen the inside of any school room of any kind, not even in his homeland, and though he was born a fire bender, he had never had a teacher of any kind. Fourthly; was his body weight; the boy was very malnourished.
Fifthly; was his bloodline, Hofuna's mother (bless her soul) was of the Earth Kingdom, which even a decade after the war, was odd to see. His father, whom I can only call a wealthy Fire Nation noble, knew of Hofuna, but did not clam him in anyway.
The last two things that made him stand out: was his arm, his left arm was badly burnt by… a man… a year ago, in his hometown, a small place called: Mibojin no in the Earth Kingdom. And finally, Hofuna- Huozai was a thief of very low statues.
He had no reason to be anywhere near where he was standing today, he should besitting around a fire in an almost destroyed warehouse, with his adoptive family of other slum residents. Sharing a meal the each of them had brought something to of the fruits of there own labor of that day. He shouldn't have talked to the boy in very well clothes called Lu Ten, before hand, and he shouldn't have trashed the hang out of some teenagers that morning before meeting his new friend.
But he did it all, and now here he stood; slightly more beaten and tired then he normally was, the only clothes, a dark pair of pants and a deep red dirt covered cloth belt, slightly more dirty and trashed then normal. He stood seconds from facing a man he'd only heard about on the streets as he walked past adults. At only eleven years old, the boy was about to face the Fire Lord. He had a slight look of fear to him, but the only thing he could think was that he shouldn't have of stood up for the boy, no the prince, he should've told the older boys it was Lu Ten who trashed their place. Should've done anything different that morning, to not be holding his breath, and feeling so out of place, should've just ran. But running was what had started him living the way he was, a year ago, and what may have killed his mother.
Please tell what you think, this is may first fic, but I would like you to honest. and I know the name sucks and summery too.