Authors Note: Hello there, this is clearly my first Fanfict. I guess one of the things I as the writer want you to know is that sense this is 3000years BSC, every character in here is an OC. Which may be a little hard for people to draw themselves to because it can be difficult to imagine someone else's characters in a fanfict, with non of the actual real characters. So I would just like to ask you to give this a chance.

As for warnings: Ok I will be Rating this T. I will never go into an M rating. However, a lot of things things will be implied throughout the story. There will be real world situations like drugs, slave trade (thats old school), and other stuff. Yes things like sex will be mentioned, but I will never write the... event. :| And once again some things and some certain types of relationships will be implied or talked about. If you have a closed mind about certain things, keep your mouth closed too.

And then of course I DO NOT own the Avatar series... _ pfft I think we all know that

3000 Years Before Sozins Comet

"Don't measure life on Misery my young apprentice. If you do you are destined a horrible life and it will be no ones fault but your own. Even in death there is beauty. To say goodbye is to only say hello to a new chapter. Just like the cycle of seasons or the Avatar, I too shall return to show you kindness and trust"

"Bring in the next one." An unimpressed sigh escaped the fat man centered on the back wall of the overly decorated room. His eyes were bored. His face was bored. Hell the whole damn body of fat was bored and unsatisfied with what the merchants had to offer. If he could only get this over with, But Merchants were persistent and would do all they could to let the man take a look at their 'wares'.

Close by to the fat bearded man was his step son, calmly sitting on a maroon pillow to the right of the man. This boys name was Tyro, and everyone in town knew about him. The half child. The result of an affair between the Earth bending aristocrats wife and a fire bender. The skittish one. The 17 year old boy who burns things. Once in a while. Oh, there were all sorts of names for the boy sense trouble seemed to feed off of him. And because of that, the teenager was always to stay in sight of his father or one of his fathers servants, even when his father was doing something as disgusting as picking a new slave, probably for sex or something equally as gross.

A merchant walked through the door with, yet another slave. Tyro didn't bother looking up to see 'another unlucky one' till he noticed his step father shifted forward in great interest in the 'product'. Like a serious buy his dad stroked his chin and narrowed his eyes at the slave. "what do we have here?"

Tyro felt his face go cold to see a boy, younger than him kneeled on the ground. 'what is wrong with his father!? What is he sick!?' well sicker than usual. His father may be disgusting, buying slaves, but he always thought he knew his father would never lay a finger on someone so young.

The aristocrat leaned over to Tyro "Look at this boy Tyro. To you he might just look like a boy. But if you look closely the way his hair has grown and been shaved means He's a young sun warrior. very high demand on the market. Its not everyday you get to see one. Hell, most people don't get to see them anymore in this life time." He smiled as he raised his voice for the wicked merchant to hear, "we will take him."

'WE!? What do you mean we! You sick perverted man. Don't drag me under your label.' Tyro looked down at the ground, afraid his father might hear his thoughts. He glanced at the boy wondering if he would see the same horrified fear as he did in all the previous slaves bought by his father, but the emotion on the boys face looked almost like a smirk. 'weird'

Before His father handed the merchant a sack of money he stopped and looked the trader in the eye. "where did you find him?"

A venom smile slipped across the strangers face "If I told you my secrets then I would be out of business. "

"understandable," his step father bellowed a hefty bellow and grinned "well, do you still have the traditional Sun warrior clothing."

'oh disgusting!' Tyro turned his head as he wrinkled his nose, thinking he might vomit at his step fathers filthiness.

The Merchant clapped his hands as a lady, maybe his wife, walked in with folded garments. The trader started to explain a story on how rare it is to also find the clothes in tack, hoping to up the value on the slave.

Tyro was no longer paying attention to the talk between the two sick men. He was focusing on the boy now, he was small but fit, which seemed fishy. Naturally the slaves that came by were very gaunt. He hated all of this, the slave trading, it going as far to harm a young teenager. He narrowed his eyes when something struck his eyes. It was something two fat man engrossed in conversation could easily miss but Tyro couldn't ignore.

The slaves shackles around his ankles were heating up and fast. Turning into a blistering red color and expanding. The kid was smart, he kneeled on the toes of his feat so he wouldn't be scorched by his own escape. Tyro looked up at the kid trying to hide his excitement and their eyes met. 'SHIT!' His face dropped The Sun warrior knew that Tyro knew, and if Tyro knew then the boy might think that Tyros step father will soon know. The sun warrior kept a hard stare on Tyro, making sure that he didn't pull anything as he moved one foot over the red shackle at a time with cat like movements.

Tyro knew what was coming next, and he felt his skin burn. Not in anger but in excitement. This was going be good! A smiled crept over his face reassuring the young teenage boy that he was ok with this.

The Sun warrior Leapt out of the two melted circles, now cooling, and spun a land onto the ground, his heels and wrists spurting fire. Even as a firebender, there was something else the sun warrior was doing with the fire that he had not thought of doing, or seen any fire nation benders do. A fine line of fire cloaked the boys arm from the back of his hands to the tip of his shoulders. It was intimidating at its very least.

The cruel slave trader and Tyros step father stepped back, horrified at the sight of child freed and blazing with fire. "I swear I didn't know he was a-" the slave trader didn't get the chance to finish before the long kinked haired child went after his wife. "STAY AWAY FROM HER YOU DISGUSTING CHILD!" he launched himself at the slave but only to draw back as the teenager released a breath of fire at him to scare the man stiff.

"I don't need her you pigrat! I need my clothes!" He snatched the folded piles of dull red and orangish yellow clothes from the lady who was petrified by the attack.

Tyro was the only one not scared but excited by this. Now this, was something he liked to see. Someone stand up to the evil people. He sat on his pillow, hands in his green silk robe, smiling a large closed smile at the skill.

"TYRO DON'T JUST SIT THERE! FIREBEND!" His step father yelled as he backed against the wall, covering his precious money with his fat arms.

Fire what? Oh right, Tyro was a fire bender as well. It was hard to understand what people meant when they rarely asked things of him like this, he was not allowed to use his firebending for his own purposes. Nervously He shot two weak flames at the fast moving child. Hypnotized by the speed of his movement. He was fast and had powerful blows, but Tyro suspected he might be a glass cannon due to fragile aura the kid reeked of.

"I don't have time to deal with an untamed bender like you!" He sneered at Tyro knocking him on his back with a large threatening breath of fire and then jumped towards the fat greedy man and grabbed the wrist that was holding the money so passionately with, burning the limb slowly. "Its either you or the money!"

If there was one thing Tyros father loved more than money, it was himself. He reluctantly released his folded arms and gave the large sack to the warrior who clenched it close to his body, mimicking the aristocrat. He backed off in a stance, hissing out a small long lasting breath of fire, clothes over his shoulders and money in his hands. As soon as his attack started the bender was gone, running into the woods.

Tyro, the slave traders, and his father all sat there in awe struck unable to comprehend what had just happened. His father was the first to break the silence"I've….. I've been robbed…" He looked at the ground confused as people come. "I'VE BEEN ROBBED!" He wailed in fury, and snapped his neck at Tyro, "TYRO! This is your fault! You failed to stop him with your bending!"

The two coupled slave traders recognized the face of a very angry customer and snuck out of the house afraid to be confronted.

"If you were and Earth bender like your pathetic mother you would have been able to stop that thief!" the unorganized snarls of an unforgiving father had slapped the teenager across the face.

"STOP IT! ITS NOT MY FAULT! HOW CAN I FIGHT HIM IF YOU NEVER LET ME PRACTICE MY BENDING!? I'M A FIREBENDER THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!" Tyro was surprised at his leap of courage to talk back to his father.

The boiling red face of a fat man just got more furious. "No! You are a disgrace to the Earth Kingdom and an out of place half child!"

Tyro had enough of this, every day he had to put up with stuff like this because of an affair his mother had. He spun around almost ripping the door off its frame in anger.

"You better be leaving to get my money, because if you don't have it, I don't want to see you back here."

(TBC)

Let me know what you think. I am pretty new to this site so I am kind of shy about publishing stuff. I will love you if you talk to me. I am pretty social.

Oh and btw: I've been working on this for a while, I have more chapters already written but I wanna see how people react to this at first. I am not even sure if people will bat an eyelash at this.