~ This isan avatar the last airbender fic. movie version. this might turn into a zuko fic.~
Mikka passed through the Southern Water Tribe, snow crunching beneath her feet. White mid-back length hair twirled behind her, orange eye eyeing her friends' hut. She could have been unnoticeable, her hair matching the snow, but the red streak gave it away. They were the brightest thing in the village. Beside her eyes.
She was heading to the hut, owned by her friends Katara and Sokka, along with their grandmother, they were heading out on a hunting trip. If they did not hunt soon, the village would run dangerously low on food.
As she entered, Katara immediately greeted her.
"Mikka!" she exclaimed. "Where have you been?" her long, brown haired friend asked.
"I had to get ready… remember?" Mikka sighed, pointing at the katana strapped to her back.
"Yeah," another voice said. "She is the only female hunter." Sokka mumbled, striding towards us, his boomerang in one hand. Mikka smirked at the comment. Katara rolled her eyes at him.
"So… we should get going." Mikka suggested and looked at the entrance of the hut.
"You ready Katara?" Sokka asked. Katara nodded her head and we walked out, not waking grandmother. They walked to the far side of the village. Where the water was, was a rowboat, big enough to fit four people in.
They all go on and Sokka untied to rope holding the boat to land, and rode off to the other side. Mikka stuck her fingers in the icy water. Using water bending, she made a small twister, no bigger than her pinky.
Mikka knew she was a shadow bender. A few of her ancestors were as well. The power skipped every generation, her grandma was one and her mother was not. What does shadow bending have to do with water bending, you ask? A memory filled Mikka's head as the water danced beneath her fingertips.
~Flashback~
A little 10-year-old Mikka awoke when light filled her grandmother's and her hut, and wished the light away. She groaned extremely tired and felt darkness slowly enveloping her. She was still on her blankets, but she could not see. She gasped and set up and the darkness dispersed.
Her grandmother stood before her, in shock, but not a frown on her face, but a smile. She rushed as fast as she could to give her a hug. She whispered in Mikka's ear "do you know what you are?" she asked softly. Mikka shook her head, worried and shaking.
"you're a shadow bender." she smiled. "Do you know what that is?" Mikka gave the question her best shot, inferring what it meant.
"Uh, I can bend shadows?" she whispered. She wondered if her grandmother was crazy or if she was telling the truth. Her grandmother smiled like a lunatic, and nodded. Her grandmother must have been right, how else would that of happened to her?
"You know how storms cast shadows? Well the shadow leading up to the storm makes you able to control it. With the power of the shadows and storms, you can also pick two of the other elements. but be warned, ever since the avatar disappeared and the fire village killed all the air nomads, not one shadow bender has chosen air. They fear that if you chose it that the fire nation would find out eventually and come and kill them, fearing that they would be the avatar. In addition, you must note, that each shadow bender takes the strongest element they have and move to that village. There is no certain village of the shadow benders because they roam free." Mikka's grandmother finished the lecture, letting Mikka consume all the information she gave her.
"So… does that mean… you can bend water? And that it is your strongest element?" Mikka asked confused. Her grandmother nodded
~End flashback~
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