Last of Our Kind
Yes, I have decided to create yet another OC fic. This one is going to be a little different from the ones I have made thus far. It is sort of an AU, in which…well, I'll let you see for yourself. Just a forewarning though, as with my other series rewrites this will contain Zutara and Taang. Don't like those pairings? Well, sorry, but I do and this is my fic. So, now to begin my newest series rewrite. I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender.
The Last of Our Kind
Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then, trouble came in the form of the Fire Nation. Only the Avatar, the master of all four elements, had the power to end their reign of terror. But, unfortunately, when the world needed him most, he just disappeared. Some years after the war began, the Fire Nation launched brutal raids on our tribe, taking away or killing all our Waterbenders. The Southern Water Tribe was devastated after the loss of their Benders and was never able to fully rebuild. Many had given up on the belief that Waterbending would ever become a part of the Southern Water Tribe traditions again, but those doubts ended with the births of three very special people…
The first of these was me…
He had been pacing outside the tent for hours. The birth of a firstborn child is always a nerve-wracking experience. It was dark out and the snow was falling rapidly, threatening to become a blizzard. In the ancient legends of the Southern Water Tribe, a blizzard often preceded the birth of powerful Waterbenders; but that is surely just a legend.
"What's taking so long?" The man asked his friend. "I hope nothing's gone wrong."
His friend let out an exasperated sigh and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Hakoda, calm down. Worrying about the situation will only make things worse."
"I know, Bato, it's just that-" He was cut off when he heard the sound of a baby's cry. The flap to the tent was pushed aside and out stepped on old woman in a thick parka. "Mom," the man said, "is everything…?"
"Go see for yourself." The old woman gestured for him to enter.
Nervously, the man entered and hesitantly made his way over to the woman who was curled up in a mountain of animal pelts. The woman looked tired, she had some drops of sweat still trickling down her face, but she was smiling happily up at her husband as she showed him the bundle that was wrapped up in clean cloths. The man gingerly took the bundle into his arms and pulled back some of the cloths to reveal the tiny newborn.
"Say hello to your daughter, Hakoda." The woman said.
The man smiled at the child, who opened her eyes to reveal the icy-blue orbs. The little girl began to fidget in the fabric until she got one tiny hand free. He held the baby closer to get a better look, when suddenly the tiny hand grabbed one of the strands of hair on the side of his head and yanked it lightly.
"Hehe." The man chuckled. "She seems very feisty."
"She gets that from me." The woman smirked smugly.
"I'll say." The man rolled his eyes. "What should we name her?"
"How about 'Nituna'?"
The man gave her the 'are you kidding?' look.
"You want her to go through the rest of her life with the name 'Nituna'? Everyone would nickname her 'Tuna' and she would never forgive us for it."
"Oh, alright. What do you think we should name her?"
"How about… 'Shada'?"
"You know that name means 'pelican', right? I'm not naming my daughter after a type of weird-looking sea bird."
"Fine."
The two debated several names until they finally came to a decision.
"We'll name her 'Wenona'." The woman decided. "It's a nice name and it means 'firstborn daughter'. Can we agree on that?"
The man mulled it over in his head for a moment and nodded.
"'Wenona' it is then."
I was two when my brother Sokka was born. He wasn't a Waterbender and I would later tease him about it; in a friendly, sibling way not a mean, bullying way. A year after that, my sister Katara was born. My baby sister is one of the most important people in my life and I promised that I would always look out for her and that one day we would learn Waterbending together. Then, two years after little Kit-Kat, as I nicknamed Katara, was born, our baby brother came into being. To this day, I don't understand why our parents named him Keng, as it's a very non-Water Tribe name, but I still love the little squirt. The years after that were some of the happiest of my life. However, that was ruined when the Fire Nation came and killed my mother. I never told my siblings what I witnessed that day, or even why Mom was killed, I knew that it would only make Katara and Keng feel as bad as I do that Mom died protecting the secret that we're Waterbenders.
A few years ago, my Dad and our tribe's warriors left to fight the Fire Nation, leaving me behind to babysit my siblings and look after the tribe along with my brother Sokka. The war has been going on for one hundred years now. Many people think that the Avatar is gone for good and that the Fire Nation will win this war. Katara hasn't given up though, and neither have I. I still believe that, somehow, the Avatar will return to save the world.
There it is, the first chapter in this series. I look forward to updating this soon, but I still have some other things going that I need to work on first. See you all soon.