TEO'S POV

"Teo, come on," Gipp repeated in a moan for the third time, "I'm sick of waiting for you while you delve deeper into your stupid books! You promised we would walk to school early so you could help me finish my homework! Please?" His wild emerald eyes scanned me, waiting for an answer.

I let out a sigh of annoyance, trying to allow my brother to take a hint and drop the subject. Yesterday, it was the same exact situation, my brother -the procrastinator- kept pleading franticially for me to scribble down his homework for him right before school started, something my parents said he should've grown out of a long time ago.

Setting my book down, I glanced up at him again, noticing the relief in his expression, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Typical Gipp. Typical day. Typical me, for allowing this to happen far to much.

As I vaulted off my king sized bed, I caught the quick blur of my nine-year-old sister speeding past the door, which lay ajar, as if persuading me to leave now. I took it's advice and padded calmly out into the familiar hallway, painted a royal blue, and framed in gold detailing. My parents had a nack for spending too much money on unnessesary things. But what did they really care? We had enough money to fill a million solid gold swimming pools.

"Teo! Gipp! Arian! Breakfast time!" My mother cooed from the kitchen, where a half-dozen servants readied themselves to serve our family of five.

"Coming!" Yelled Gipp and I simultaneously. You see, Gipp and I aren't just brothers, we are twins. Identical twins, to be exact. Both fourteen years old with the same facial features and body muscles. (Even though I'm more bulked up than he is, but he doesn't like to admit it) So us talking at the same time was just one of the many things we could do.

Gipp and I passed an old mirror that has been passed down through my family for generations, and I took a second to appreciate the fact that my brother each had different haircuts to sepreate our looks a little. My long auburn locks were tied back into a ponytail that rested at the crown of my head, while my brother prefered close cropped hair that never seemed to grow out. Our overwhelming green eyes gleamed back at us in the reflection, four identical orbs of emerald.

Arian and my parents were already seated when Gipp and I arrived, so we took our usual seats on the plump velvet chairs.

"Teo and I need to leave early, can we skip breakfast?" Gipp asked with as much persuasion as he could muster into his highish voice.

My parents contemplated the request, and both nodded, so before I knew it Gipp wrapped his vice-like grip around my wrist and hauled me off to the fanciest boarding school in the entire earth-kingdom.

Gipp's motor-mouth never shuts up. Ever. So on the way to school I did my normal routine, bobbed my head like I was genuniely interested and focused in on my surroundings rather than my brother's constant gabber.

Across the satomobile-flooded street, I spotted a small boy, probably about seven or eight, dressed in tattered rags. He caught my attention, so I stopped cold right in my tracks, my brother haulting abruptly aswell.

The little boy stumbled down the sidewalk, and once he reached a certain point, he adjusted himself into a stance that looked kind of like a- No that can't be, it's prohibited here!- But it was.

The unnamed boy made a punching motion, and a scarlet puff of flame bursted from his balled up fist.

A firebender.

Almost immediately the firebending boy was seized by gloved hands, and taken away from my field of vision. He was just a kid, picked right off the street by the cops who keep our entire city safe from... The Benders.

"Wow," I heard Gipp murmur quietly next to me. I glanced down at my own hands, wondering what they would look like with glowing flames dancing around them gracefully.

"We should go," Gipp almost whispered to me, his excited mood clearly dissapating to thin air.

I kept my gaze down at my hands, expecting them to leak fire because I wanted them to. No, I didn't want them to, I ached for them to do so. I had never felt this way before, my entire family were non-benders, so why was this feeling dawning on me?

"Bro, come on."

Gipp's voice brought me out of my daze. Clenching my fists tightly, I resumed walking with my twin along the road, as if nothing had happened.

All day in school, I thought about the poor little kid. He didn't deserve anything that was surely coming to him soon. The round little face I saw seemed so scared, but so determined to keep doing what made him -well- him.

Finally, the metal chiming of the school's bell changed my thoughts. I quickly navigated my way through the dense halls, and spotted my dorky brother, trying to flirt with some girls who were way out of his league.

"Come on Gipps," I grasped his bicep and dragged him away from the giggling group of females.

Once we were clear of the dreaded building we called school, Gipp and I changed course to the shortcut we occasionally took through the town cemetary.

"Aww! Teo! Why don't you ever let me try to get some ladies?" He protested while he leaned on a gravestone to take a short rest.

"Because you can't." I answered slyly.

"Whatever, I could get more girls than you-"

"Gipp, you are missing the point!" I interrupted.

He was silenced immediatly.

"That boy doesn't deserve to be locked up forever simply because he can light a candle with his finger!" I raged, letting out my anger for the stupid rules our city has against the benders of the world.

"Teo, there's nothing we can do-"

"YES THERE IS GIPP!" I screeched, "WE CAN PROTEST! WE CAN STOP THEM FROM TAKING INNOCENT CHILDREN AWAY!"

"Teo, please, calm down."

"YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN?" I violently plummented my booted foot down into the plush soil of the earth.

A colum of rock fifteen feet in front of me shot out from the calm ground.

I gaped in awe at the sight before me, and my twin's expression mirrored mine.

"Y-you can... Earthbend?" Gipp asked in astonishment.

"Maybe not just me... You try."

"Me? Are you crazy?" Gipp replied.

"There's nobody around, just try." I smiled at him.

Gipp responded by crouching into a makeshift bending stance, and pounding his foot into the ground as hard as he could.

An the earth reacted.

Jutting out from the colum of earth I had created was a twin of the said object. The two identical towers loomed twenty feet high, standing mighty and pround.

After exchanging high-fives and grins, a bad thought settled in. If someone were to have caught us...

"Teo, we should practice everyday!" Gipp excitedly suggested.

"We can't. Mom and Dad both hate benders. You know that."

"They won't know if we practice here." He answered, feeling proud he came up with such a brilliant plan.

"But Gipp..." I trailed off. I guess it really wouldn't be so dangerous. The cops never disturb the cemetary, so that was out. But I was still skeptical about mom and dad finding out.

"What's the harm?" I responded, and Gipp answered me with a giant hug.

Everyday for the next two weeks we returned to the grave yard to practice our bending in secret, but one day we were exhausted from the lack of sleep we were getting. Arian, our little sister who was only a mere nine year old, had been begging us to build her a stable, to keep all her coyote-horses in one place. Gipp and I worked on it far too long into the night, so we were worn out, and frankly didn't have the heart to practice.

When we were stumbling home from school, Gipp and I passed the cemetary, where I spotted a group of men sporting the familiar police uniform crowded around an area with uneven rock -the one place that Gipp and I couldn't quite fix.

"They know, Gipp. They know someone has been earthbending there. We need to go home. NOW." I commanded to my brother, who's electric green eyes were being consumed with fear.

Running home left me no time to think what would be our next move, the adrenaline was clouding my thoughts to the point where I was forgetting my own name.

Gipp reached the front door before I did, and he practicially ripped it off it's hinges.

When I caught up to him, our hearts sank to the floor.

Dozens of policemen were positioned around our living room, and in the middle was our parents, holding Arian close to their bodies. Their eyes scanning us with distrust, and dishonor.

"Mom, dad-" I began.

"Don't speak, Teo." My father spit at me.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Mother asked with innocence behind her words.

"How did you know-" Gipp started, curious to the crucial fact I was dying to know.

"Your sister spotted you guys practicing that demonic art in the cemetary on her way home from school." Dad answered him viciously.

I glanced at my young sister with hateful eyes, and she replied with an evil grin that gave me chills. A nine year old should not be capable of looking so... wicked.

Gipp looked just as frightened as I felt.

"Move and we open fire!" One of the policemen threatened.

"Run on three, Gip," I murmured delicately to my brother, "One. Two. Three!"

Gipp sprinted out the door as fast as he could, with me right behind him. I flipped around, brounght my forearms together, and pushed them in an upward thrust.

An earth wall sprouted before me, blocking the path for any policemen who wanted to follow us. As I fled, I heard the plick! noises of bullets shattering against the barrier of rock behind me.

I looked to my brother who had stopped to allow me to catch up to him, and we shared the same glance.

We were on the run.


AN:

Hello everyone! Makorra7Ever and I are in this thing together, so the next chapter will be from Gipp's POV and written by Makorra7Ever. I, Flying Green, will write from Teo's POV, so if you don't like one of our writing styles then deal with it, because in order to enjoy this story you have to be envolved with both twins. We are revising eachothers work and also giving plot ideas, so we both contribute quite a lot into a chapter. Please review and visit Makorra7Ever's FanFiction Profile! Thanks! The next chapter should be up soon! :)