Uindo
The War is over. The Fire lord was killed. Peace now reigns over the four nations. Or does it? The Air nomads all fled when the Fire nation came. They where nomads; free and peace loving people. They had no armies no weapons so when the fire nation came they where captured or they had to flee the nation that they knew. Nomads are not meant to have earthly desires but some still did not want to leave there simple way, so they decide to try and fight for what they had. The gift of wind was there main weapon but that was almost useless against the ruthlessness of the fire nation. They where the ones that died. The others fled the known world. With only the wind to guide them. They reached a new world. One of animals and nature, a world the nomads called there homes. It was not tainted by the evils of man. No pollution or fear this was as close as they could get to peace. They lived as nomads did. Building no towns moving freely to where the wind guided them. The past was forgotten but not by some. Some wished to return. They were called fools but they did as they wished hoping to see there beloved nation. They did not return. This is the forgotten history of my people. Well the story my grandma has told me.
Me, who I am, well I am I nobody I'm just another nomad travelling the plains of this new world. But if you must know I am Uindo. A female Air Nomad. I am only 13 year of age. I live as we all do travelling around the New World as nomads living off the earth and travelling where the wind tells us to travel. I am told that I am a descendant of the Southern Air Temple as are all the people I travel with, but that means nothing to me. I am told there are more of us travelling this land but that does not make sense to me. If the wind guides us then why does it guide us differently? My Grandma tells me that everyone reads the wind differently and it is not our place to judge which is right or wrong but just follow the way the wind has told us to go. We are currently living at a Waterfall. There are a lot of fruit trees around this Waterfall but we must not eat more than we need to, because we are no more important than the fruit it self. If the fruit was not there how would we eat, so that is why it is important. At night we sit around the camp fire and drink tea. People tell stories what they have been told of the Old World and how different it was. How much better we are to be here and not there. But I do not think so. The stories of people using other elements. It seems all too surreal for me. How people can live differently. Not travelling but living in the one place. If they live in one place how do they live, would not the recourses of that area run out? No one can answer these questions any more. My grandma is not even sure and she is the elder of our people.
But it was fate. My questions would be answered and it would be the wind that would answer them for me. But how is the best way to tell this story. Well how is the best way to tell all stories? I will start at the start. This all started not long ago. But it seems that it has been such a long time. We, my sister and I where playing. I'm not sure what game any more but it was in a tree. It was a big tree one of the biggest I had seen it was high but also wide. It was the greatest tree I had ever seen. It had no fruit or Flowers but it was the most beautiful tree I had ever seen it was so majestic. Well anyway I was chasing my
sister. Up and down and swinging on almost all the branches. My sister had long brown and untamed hair. Was tall and skinny much like me but I was only a bit shorter than her. We were always called the other but we did not mind. Her hair was flickering in the fading light that was reaching us between the tree branches. The wind was blowing not hard but strong enough to move almost all the branches. The first time I was not sure if I had heard anything but looking back I am sure that I had. It was a simple word that came drifting on the wind to my ears. It took me a moment to understand the word. But when I deciphered it I was sure that it was it. The word was peace. When I heard it I stopped. It was so faint that I was not sure. Did some one say it from far away or had I just imagined that the movement of the wind against the branches was a voice that was not truly there. My sister came back to me. She asked me what was wrong. I told her the truth. I thought that I had heard something. She said that she had heard nothing and that it was best that we go back to other because it was getting dark and that was it. We went back and we did nothing. I was sure that I had imagined the word and it was only my imagination making things up. But from then on I heard things. Quiet things, things that drifted on the winds. But all roughly the same message. Peace. It was sometimes. No War or Freedom but it was all the same thing and that was the message of peace. I told my Grandma first she did not believe me, told me that the mind was playing tricks. You were only hearing what you wanted to here. You thought you heard it once and you wanted to hear it again and you did that's all it was. The mind will make anything into something when we want it to. I left only confused and for the first time doubting my Grandma's wisdom.
But I was a nobody, who was I to talk against my Grandma's wisdom. I continued to live my life but no matter how hard I tried to ignore the voices the stronger they became. I still wanted to believe my grandma. So I did not listen, no mater how loud the message was or what the message was saying. But the message never really changed. It just grew in detail. When I finally listened the message had transformed. It was now 'War is over, Peace'. These messages made no sense to me until a couple of days ago. When I was deemed old enough to know the reason we fled our old homes. I got told that we where chased and that we had to hide but not the complete truth. Not of how the So called fire nation had made a war against everyone and we where the first victims. The sheer disregard of life shocked me. How could any man little own a nation do that to another. I was brought up believing that we were even equal with even the dirt that we walked on because without that dirt we would fall and die. But these men obviously did not believe that. What they did was unimaginable to me. And I was greatly shocked by the whole story.
I sat up by my self just thinking. About everything that I had been told. And it was not until than that I did not think that my messages would have any true meaning. I had told that the war was huge and that it was likely that it would never end. Some went back trying to find our Old world but they never returned. So people only believed that the war would only finish when the Old world was destroyed. But if I was to believe my messages that war was over. And now peace ruled the land now governed by war. But again who was I but a child. I could not speak back about such things the elders agreed that the war
would never end and how could I say anything different. Because of voices that I heard. The next days the messages grew. The war was over. That was clear now. And that peace governed I already knew that. But it spoke of a person called the avatar. Nations I had not heard of needing the Air nomads. Cries for us to return. I told my grandma of these cries and she called it nonsense something that my mind was making up to coupe with the story I had been told. For the first time ever I spoke back to my grandma telling her that I was not making up these voices that it was the wind calling me. She called me a fool and that I needed to grow up if I was ever to be taken seriously. I left with tears in my eyes in a rage that I have never felt before.
Well here I am now. I left my people. When I told everyone they called me a fool. Saying that I was childish and that it was not my place to go by my self. I ignored them and said that the wind has called to me and this is what it says. And if none of you believe me I was destined to make this journey my self. Those where the final words I said to my people looking back I should of left on a better note but it is to late now. If I returned I would only confirm what they believed, which I will not do. I know what I must do and this is it. I must return to the World that I do not know or even know where it is.