When I was little I thought the war was justified. I thought firebending was the superior bending and that the Fire Nation was perfect. That the Fire Nation was strong, powerfully, and deserved to rule. I was wrong. That way of thinking changed when I found my bending. For what ever reason I could bend air, an element that suited my eight year-old self quite well. My parents were shocked to say the least but that shock quickly turned to fear and horror when the spirits decided to bless me with the worst gift possible. They moved to the colonies and hid me away in the basement of our new house. It was then that I realized how flawed the Fire Nation really was. They were afraid of what it didn't know. it was afraid of the other elements, of creativity, of imagination ... the list goes on and on. I learned to be grateful for what I had and treasure everything because in a second I lost it all, my childhood, the love of my parents, my innocence ... my freedom. The only thing I have left is my twin sister, my memories, my life, and the chains that bind me.
This is my story