The Parable of Kai
Chapter 1
Our story starts with a boring 'ol hero who lived a very boring life. Every day was the same routine; wake up, eat, shower, survive college, go home, eat, sleep, repeat. The surprising fact is, our hero never really tried to find a way to make his life more exciting. Sure, he daydreamed about the life anyone would love to live. From having super powers, to being a rich, genius, billionaire, philanthropist, to just about anything he saw on TV; but how could he change the life he was living now? He was in college with good grades, middle-class family and so on. He was just too scared to try and change the rut he called life in fear of life itself!
But little did our hero know that some unknown, moving, mover was about to change his life in the most drastic way anyone could ever imagine.
-Hero's present day-
The last thing our hero wanted to do for the end of the semester was a 5 to 10 page essay on political animals, but here he was, sulking in his own mind whilst looking for a book on some measly politician at the library.
"5 to 10 pages? 5 pages it is." Our hero said to himself, showing the lazy yet tactful side of essay writing.
As soon as our hero was done in the library, he returned to his rut and headed to his dorm to continue his life before it was disrupted by his essay. Shortly after getting through his door, he took off his shoes and proceeded to turn on the TV, Delaying on starting his essay as much as possible, even though it was a Sunday tomorrow.
Shit.
It was a Sunday tomorrow, and he had army reserve training, So much for relaxing. Now, our hero had to iron out his fatigue and get everything ready and whatnot. So, he turned the TV's volume up while he ironed out his clothes. A while into ironing his clothes, he hears the intro of a show he had been watching for a while now, The Legend of Korra. In a heartbeat, he finishes ironing his outfit and runs to the TV, not caring that he was acting like an eight-year-old rushing to watch his favourite show.
It is my favourite show. Only difference is that I'm not eight anymore.
-Thirty minutes later-
Our hero decides to turn in early for tonight so he won't look like the dead when he wakes up at 4 in the freaking morning, so he walks to his bedroom, turning off any and all appliances that were not needed before going to sleep. Screw the essay, he'll start tomorrow.
-Next Day, 4 in the damn morning-
Our hero starts the day as any seventeen-year-old would, cursing the world for having to wake up at this godforsaken time. But alas, he has to. Because he chose this course in the first place, deciding that it would be better than teaching kids and doing volunteer work; so, with much reluctance, he trudges to the bathroom to take a shower.
The only upside of this morning was the fact that our hero could take a hot shower instead of freezing his ass of in his room. All the steam from the shower helped him relax a bit. Stepping out, he goes to the sink to brush his teeth, not before wiping off the condensed water off the mirror.
He stares at his reflection for a bit, eyeing his black hair, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin-from all the training- he sighs and proceeds to brush his teeth, thinking about how he would make an awesome firebender; the only thing missing was gold irises, instead of his brown ones.
Our hero makes it back to his room and gets dressed for a gruelling day of training. Checking off the clothes he wears on the list he has in his head.
Boxers. Check.
Undershirt. Check.
Camo shirt. Check.
Pants. Check.
Boots. Check.
Gloves. Check.
Dog tag...
"Where the hell is my dog tag?" Our hero says aloud, not caring since he has this room to himself.
He starts looking in his closet and his bags, all the way to his desk, rummaging through its drawers, fear and paranoia slowly creeping up on him.
Until finally, he remembers where he put them.
On his watch's box, near his mirror.
Breathing a sigh of relief, our hero walks over, opens the box, grabs his dog tag and puts it around his neck, then giving himself a once-over in the mirror.
He looks like a real soldier, only thing missing was his fatigue and beret. He would be the spitting image of his older brother. Then unconsciously, he moves towards the mirror, and his hand slowly reaches out to his reflection.
And then everything goes black.
A/N: Good-whatever time it is wherever you are- dear readers. I do sincerely hope you like this first chapter. Our dear hero doesn't really talk much here, as this was just a prologue to the main story. I'll really appreciate any criticism you guys would offer and advice would me just as great! Anyway, if you wait 'till the next chapter you'll see our hero as he ends up in Republic City and-maybe-get to meet our favourite waterbender. (I'm not sure yet if I want them to meet in the next chapter, we'll just have to wait and see.) Also, sorry if this was too short for you. I'll try and write a longer chapter next.