The Change (oooooo)

Warning: Yaoi, and future mpreg. Well sex is mentioned it's not kinky though.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Avatar: The last air bender. If I did much more yaoi-ness wink

Memo: Ok, so the story takes place not where the episodes are at now, but closer to the comet and war. So, I don't think there are that many spoilers unless you've just tuned into watching the episodes, then there might be some but not a lot. So nothing to worry about. But its like when Zuko and Iroh join them. Well come on, it's sorta obvious that he is going to join Aang's group. It's sorta AU, but not really, well I'm not really to Sure but anyway read the thing below ok?

Author: Hi people! This fic was a total inspiration to Usagi Youkai-san. And her magnificent fanfiction, "Fire Child" Totally lovely. It's a great fic and totally tell you all to go and read it if you're a yaoi and mpreg fan. I should have wrote this as the first thing, but it's said that people don't always read the top parts but the parts that's like closer to the story. Boy I'm babbling on and on, oh well on to the story, right? Hopefully yes.

Prologue

The wailing of a new born child broke through the cold atmosphere. The moon was full, large, and loomed low. Gleaming, its wondrous light across the cold ice sheets that was the Antarctic.

"It's a boy!" The mid-wife shouted as she held the small child in her arms. She carefully gave the child to it's mother.

Small proud cheers were cried through the small hut room. The father could not be any more proud of his wife and new born son. The mother smiled, softly as she lay near the warm flame. Exhausted and sleepy from hours of a long labor. But to hear her child cry, with a strong voice, and her child born healthy, with all five limbs. She could not be anymore happy to be exhausted and tired, because everything was worth it. The happiness did not live long. The mid-wife gave a sullen look as she rocked the child gently within her arms.

The talk and cheers soon died out, as guests were asked to leave by the mid-wife. Her tone worried and serious. Even the father had been asked to leave the hut for awhile. He has asked why, several times as he was being shoved out the hut. But the only answer the mid-wife had given was, "Just leave, I must talk with your wife."

As soon as everyone had left, the mother could feel tension growing within her stomach. Something wasn't right. Wasn't this a time of rejoicing for that a new life had been born. A healthy child, anyone could see that this child was more than fine. Then why had she asked for everyone to leave. Was this child to die? But that could not be the child was born on the day when the spirits both good and bad took oath to not cause harm. What was the meaning of this?

"Is their something wrong with my child?" Her quivered with mixed emotions.

The mid-wife shook her head, as she slowly faced her one and only daughter. "No…..their is nothing wrong with the boy…nothing…" She shook her slowly was again as a small sigh escaped her old lips. 'Why must such a child had been born to my own..' Her thoughts were even more mingled than her own feelings.

"Then if nothing is wrong with my child, why doesn't your face express it as well!" The mother demanded. She could feel the answer was not what she wished for.

"….." The mid-wife gave a stern and almost stone like expression. Her frown sagged by the wrinkles that shrouded her face. But her eyes gave compassion, yet pity as well. Could her daughter not see that she was feeling the same as she. "…Your son is blessed…though not blessed in a way many would call a gift…but more of a burden. It's not the blessing that the spirits had given to those that are able to bend the elements. But a far more rare and beautiful gift, that now woman had only possessed."

"….What are you saying? I don't understand. A gift that only woman possess…" The mother held her now sleeping child, closely to her bosom. Was a gift from the spirits not but good news? If it was then why would it bring such a unwanted feeling, and aura. Was it a curse? The mother gasped. "Is it a curse!"

"No, nothing of the sort. It is a gift that was long said lost…" Her eyes closed slowly, sighing. Her hands were brought behind her, cleching themselves together. "..your child………..he is a……"

Author: Damn that's a small prologue. But it's just a prologue so nifth-neh. Hope you like it chapter 1 should be up soon. I like reviews. . Hint hint. Oh yeah, the mother and father, I don't know their names. And I they never said whether the grandmother was mother to who. So just to clarify.