Unknown: An Avatar Fanfiction

It's been 5 years since the Fire Nation began their epic attack. Many lives were taken, few were spared. When I was 8, all I could do was watch as my parents' lives were taken in a whirlwind of ashes and flame. I now live with my grandparents and younger cousin. I have nightmares of the unforgiving terror caused by the thousands of Firebenders taking numerous lives who were unfortunately caught in their path of destruction. I would spend countless hours wishing I could help somehow, but I know I can't. I'm a ulli, which means I can't bend. "Logan, time to get up!" I heard my grandmother call. "I'm getting up, Grandma!" I lied. I just turned over in my bed, and by "bed" I mean a ratty old tablecloth on my bedroom floor. Yeah, it sucks, but then again I can't just go out in the middle of a huge war and expect to find a decent bed somewhere, unless I'm insane, which I'm not. Suddenly I felt a large amount of water poured on me. "What the-ACK!-hell?" I choked, spitting water out of my mouth. " Grandma says to get up." my older cousin, Jen, said. "You're lucky I can't bend or else there would be a projectile aimed at your big mouth!" I said. "At least you won't have to take a shower now" she said. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I yelled. "Okay," she said as she left. "oh, by the way, you have something on your shirt". "Where?" I asked. Then Jen chucked an icicle at me which I dodged. "It's right there, moron". I got up and walked up to her. "JEN…GO NOW!" I yelled. Looking in the mirror, my shaggy chocolate brown hair had a serious case of early morning bedhead, my dark brown eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. Sleepily, I brushed my teeth, the donned a red Aéropostale polo and a pair of Levi's jeans. My Hawk brand sneakers were tossed messily in a corner of my room. After shaking a dead spider out, I put them on. Upon walking downstairs into the kitchen, otherwise known as some random corner of our shack-like house, I found my grandmother, Lynn, preparing eggs and toast the "normal" way. By normal, of course I mean by Firebending. Everyone in our family could bend except me. My mom's a Firebender, my sister's a Waterbender, my dad's an Earthbender and I'm just 14-year old Logan Hanson, ordinary Logan Hanson.

"Hi, sweetie. Here are some eggs. Let me get you some toast," my mom said. "No thanks, I don't want any." I said, but she had already got bread out and toasted it. Great, I thought, toast that smells like sulfur and sprinkled with ash. She put it on my plate and then went back to washing dishes. I looked at the "toast" in disgust and laid it under the table for my pet moose-bear, Butane.

There's a reason for his name. I found him in a hole on the side of a shack in Ba Sing Se. I picked him up and fed him some lettuce I snatched from a produce cart. After I fed him, he shot fire out his mouth and nearly burned my hair! I realized that he, strangely, could Firebend. And so, I named him Butane. I watched as Butane gobbled up the toast and fell asleep. I got up and grabbed my backpack. "Mom, I'm off to school," I said. "You know, your father could always-". "NO! I don't want to hear about bending anymore!" I yelled. "I'm the laughingstock of SìAva High because I'm a ulli! I constantly have my homework set aflame and hit in the face with rock projectiles! I've basically excelled in-in," I searched for the right words. "Looking like a dweeb?" Jen said. "You stay out of this! Case and point, it sucks being me!". I slammed the door and ran off.