A/N: Hola. I like to go to Costco and eat all the samples. Hope you like the story. Gbye.

The Blue Dragon Avatar: Asteria

The Avatar is hated in my village. People disrespect the title. My village believes that there is no such thing as spirits or spirit worlds.

So you can probably understand how happy they were when the new Avatar was reincarnated to their village. It's another story for another day.

But now is now. Today is today. I am the silver-haired, blue-eyed, fifteen year old, firebending Avatar.

It doesn't matter how talented I am or become. The village leaders blame me for anything. If the crops were dying, or the rain came down too much, they people would think it was from my terrible luck. They say if I were to leave the village, I would spread my bad luck, and the world would fall into chaos. So, due to their generosity, I get to sleep and eat in the worst cell they supplied. I practice my firebending alone at night, where no one can catch my terrible luck.

So, that's some backstory.

What a fun life I'm having.

Lightning flows through my veins. A familiar, jagged rhythm stimulates my body. I lightly touch my fingertips together, and the lightning appears. Blinding light shoots into the dark sky, as the thunder claps again.

Blue lightning. I've summoned it once again effortlessly.

I have no one to teach me the other elements. So I end up looking like an idiot while I hover my hand over a puddle, stomp on the ground, or blow small gusts into the air. I have mastered firebending and lightning since I was nine. What else to do? I have no connection to spirits in any way, nor do I have any feeling or touch with the other elements. The village discourages me to improve.

I did not look up to Avatar Korra. I didn't look up to any Avatar. Only Avatar Aang, who learned three elements within a year, and stopped the Hundred Year War all at the young age of twelve. Will I just be another Avatar that had just been along the way? And, even worse, stuck in a village where nobody respects me?

I notice a dim light coming my way, and I panic. I climb a tree quickly, and see a small flame blazing on a torch, a village member standing, looking around. It was Ulysses, son of the Village Leader, only a young ten years old, standing in the woods in the middle of night.

I climb down immediately. He notices me, and his eyes grow wide in fear.

"T-The Cursed Avatar! S-Stay away or I'll…I'll…" His body trembles in fear.

My eyes grow soft as I notice him still in his thin pajamas. The rainy night is icy cold, and Ulysses' clothes were drenched. Without thinking or considering my position, I reach out to the small, cold boy, wanting to help him…

He slaps my hand away. "No! Daddy! Dad! Mom! Mommy! Help! The Cursed Avatar is attacking me!"

I pull my hand back in shock. What was I thinking? Thinking the small boy in front of me who have been taught to despise me from birth would accept me within seconds? How stupid of me.

The village instantly follow Ulysses' shouts, bringing torches and spears. The Village Leader embraces his son as I watch blankly from a small distance away. The villagers shout repeatedly, thrusting their weapons towards my direction. They scream profanities, death threats, asking why I haven't committed suicide yet, and more. I stay composed, awaiting my punishment.

Which was no food or water provided for a week, and no depleting cell either. I had to hunt my own food, find my own water, and sleep in the rain. The usual. I've done this countless times before. I have been used to it for years now.

I slump on the wet, dying weeds next to the village as it continues to rain. I fall, exhausted, and the last memory of this day was the God's tears dripping on my face as I slept.

A/N: Hope you liked it! Please review and let me know what you think! I'll update ASAP. See you then!

Updated: 9/2/16