I'm alive. Yay. After almost two years of being absent on here , I'm back. And I'm updating all the stories I've put up here. And I'm starting with this lovely right here.
Mind you, the idea of this story was born way before I knew Korra was going to exist. So just leave everything you know about Korra and read on. Much of this will be the things I barf on the spot.
If you read the original unfinished version of this, thank you. But everything you read will be completely different. And it's going to be different good.
So I'll shut up now and you read. PLEASE REVIEW?
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar. If I did there'd probably be a season four. And a five. But I don't...so there's none.
Chapter One
-Three weeks earlier-
Water.
Earth.
Fire.
Air.
I could bend them all. I used to think it was impossible. I caught on waterbending first. My mother thought it was sensible. She was a waterbender, too. But then came earth. Interesting enough, my father was proud, but my mother worried. She'd get this troubled look in her sea blue eyes, like she was afraid of something. I used to cry, thinking she was afraid of me.
Only, when fire came along, I knew she wasn't afraid of me. She was afraid of what I was. I was scared of me, too. Having one element to bend would be completely normal. Having two was different, but exciting. Having three was unheard of. But having four was impossible—because only one person could do that.
The Avatar.
And our world already has one. There isn't supposed to be another. But here I am. Here I am with one dead father, a dying mother, and four elements to bend. It's said that the Avatars live without ever knowing their parents. I know mine.
That's what troubled them. It troubled my mother ever since she knew I could earthbend and it soon scared my father. He died too early; he died without having a reason to die. No, he died because of me. I killed him. My existence killed him.
There isn't supposed to be another Avatar. There isn't. There isn't. I am a mistake. I'm not supposed to happen. But I was born the day the Avatar died in Ba Sing Se…and came back to life. By the time he had been healed, I had already been born.
Why didn't they let me die? Why did they let me live? Who's they?
The war's been over for almost three years now. I'm supposed to be three years old. But I'm sixteen. Well, at least I look sixteen. And I've never left my tribe in the South Pole since my mother found out I could bend earth when we were in a small village in the Earth Kingdom. Not once was I allowed to step foot out of my tribe again.
My mother worried that I'd be taken by the Fire Nation back then, now she's afraid that if word spread that there was another Avatar, the rebels would come and find me. They'd come and find me to use me to defeat Avatar Aang.
That's why I have to leave. I have to leave and tell the Avatar. The Avatar. I am not the Avatar. I can never be like him. I am a mistake. But I'm not about to lie around here, useless.
I was thinking the Avatar and his group would need my help. Hey, one Avatar plus another Avatar wouldn't be a bad idea, right? Wrong…sort of. I don't really know. Then again, no one knows. No one but my mother knows about what I am and no one can tell me what I'm not supposed to do and what my destiny is.
I'm hoping I could find my destiny if I talked to the Avatar. But how could I make him believe that I was like him? Correction—I am him. Sure, I can feel him sometimes. I can feel what he does and if that feeling of his is strong, sometimes it's almost tangible for me. Usually it's just a tugging sensation.
That's not the point, though. The point is, I've got no way to prove to him that I am him. Maybe I'd bend the elements in front of him. Sure, yeah, embarrass myself in front of the master of all elements. I can barely earthbend and I've only tried that once. Waterbending, I can do. Light a flame from the palm of my hand, no sweat. But my skills of airbending and earthbending are laughable.
As for the Avatar State, never been. I don't know much about it, either. I would probably know more about it if I had one of the Avatars to talk to, but they're pretty much MIA. Thanks, guys, for all your help.
That's another reason for seeking Avatar Aang out. I need to know more about myself. I can't live my whole life not knowing or understanding who I am. And as small childish part of me thinks that it's unfair to let Avatar Aang live the big life, while I'm stuck here in the freezing and boring South Pole.
Sure, the South Pole's grown since the war ended. People from the crowded North Pole traveled all the way here and they've never left. No, they're not dead. They decided they'd settle down here and help us rebuild. The South Pole looks better. But how would I know? I only came three years ago.
But from the stories, the South Pole was pretty much ice, ice, a small tribe, and even more ice. Now, there are tall and beautiful structures of—take a wild guess—ice walls. The waterbenders that traveled here helped the locals bring together more land for the growing population. At this moment, they're building this big complicated gate that's supposed to show off and protect.
The South Pole is getting better. There's nothing left for me here. Sure, I could help out with all the construction but I can only use my waterbending skills. Almost every time I use my waterbending abilities, I have the biggest itch to firebend or airbend. I can't earthbend here. And aside from my desire to bend all the elements, I've got a lazy butt.
I want to learn. I want to leave this cage of mine. I've been trapped for what feels like an eternity. I need to get out. I need to be the Avatar…even if there already is one.
I need my questions to be answered. And I can't do that here, when no one knows who I am.
I'm leaving today. I've said my goodbyes to my mother. It was one of the hardest things I had to do. This woman has done everything in her power to raise me like a normal child. She tried to protect me. And now she's dying because I live. It's unfair how her only child would be the very thing that would kill her. I don't mean to. I never wanted anyone to die because of me. I can't stand to look at her any longer without knowing what I've done to her. I love her, but I did this to her.
My animal guide, Mi, the only one of her kind—a white flying wolf-griffin—is ready to go. I jump on her back ready to leave the only place I've ever known. I've been ready for a year now.
I'm ready to find my destiny.
