Prologue: Birth of a warrior
It was December 22 my favorite day of the year, the day I realized my amazing power and the day I was born. It was the winter solstice, the mark of the beginning of winter and a fire benders least favorite day. Though I was different right now I'm standing here on the winter solstice about to fight a fire bender who has no idea what he has gotten himself into. He stepped into his stance widening his legs and raising his hands. He did have a good stance but he did not know what he was getting himself into. I lowered into my stance raising my right hand high and extending my left hand forward. The fire bender squinted and swallowed through a tight throat with sweat on his head. I could smell his fear of fighting me.
He had said I wasn't real, that I was fake that is why I challenged him. He pulled back a fist an inhaled deeply I lowered my stance hands extended all the way ready for anything. Then he punched his breath synchronized with his punches. He punched stepping forward with each blow. I jumped over the first blast then came back down landing in a split and three blast went right over my head then he shot three more to the ground I was on. I hopped up onto my feet still bent down dodging the first blast then flipped into the air and twisted landing right next to him.
He did a sweep and I jumped then kicked straight out. He caught my foot with excellent reaction and threw me back I almost fell and did a back handspring to catch my balance then decided it was time to attack. I threw a swift punch and blue fire shot out at him he barely dodged it and I took the opportunity to catch him while he was off balance. I swept his foot and he fell to the floor on his back. He looked up at me sweating furiously with fear in his eyes. I knew what I had to do I knew what was supposed to happen. But that was the difference between me and a fire bender. I was different. And this is my story.
Fifteen years ago on this very day my mother went into labor. I was born on December 22 at four forty-five. The doctors said I would never be a successful fire bender since I was born on a day where the night lasted much longer than the day and on top of that I was born the same time the sun set and the moon Rose. While this ashamed my father who was a great warrior it filled my mother with joy but the thing that she did not like to hear was the chance that he might be deformed. For some reasons my eyes were white. I had pupils but the area surrounding them that should have been colored was completely white. They said that I would never be a warrior.
She did not want a warrior for a son she had wanted someone she could love. So that same night she took her newborn son to a river and laid me in her lap and watched as the water flowed with the moon reflected on it. She looked upon the river and at me the moon set a silver hue on the river and the same on my eyes. When she looked at my eyes again she realized that it was no longer a reflection on his eyes. The moons silver glow was in his eyes and had taken over the white so she named me Argento which meant silver then she took me home and sang lullabies to me till I drifted to sleep.