AUTHORS NOTE: (skip ahead if you don't want to read.)

Hello people reading this! Omg… it's been forever since I've last posted something, and I'll admit. I haven't really had any inspiration to write on my Warriors series. School hasn't been easy on me either, middle school is seriously tough. I'm glad to be writing again, and since my other pretty recent story about the Percy Jackson series was (literally), unnoticed.

I'm a HUGE nerd for avatar, and I'm reviewing series, so why not make my own version?! YAY FOR NEW SERIES! PLEASE, give me your review, I can take some criticism on this, so please enjoy!

NOTE FOR THE REST OF THE SERIES:

I DO NOT OWN AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER IN ANY WAY, (sadly). NOR DO I OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR THEIR TRAITS.

(Oh and help tell me which point of view this should be in! like third or first person please! Right now though, it will be in first person.)

Chapter 1

Memories

6 years old

"Again! Again!" I squealed with excitement, flailing my arms and legs. The man groaned, but he smiled. "Oy, Hikari, I'm getting too old for these things." He said, hunched over holding his back in sarcasm. I poked my quivering bottom lip out, giving the best puppy face I could.

He glanced at me, and then sighed greatly. "Ok, just once more…" He bent down, and lifted me into the air. I smiled, clenching my fists around his shirt.

"Haruto." A voice came from the doorway, silencing our laughter. My mother stood there, keeping a straight face, though her lip quivered, and her voice cracked as she spoke, "They have requested you at the front." She gripped a scroll in her hand, her knuckles white.

My father's face dropped, and he slowly lowered me to the ground. "Emi…" He said, reaching out to touch my mother's shoulder, but she turned and ran down the hallway, her sobs echoing the house. He picked up the letter my mother had dropped, and after briefly reviewing it, he confirmed her sorrow.

My father knelt down next to me, so we were at eye level. He grabbed my shoulders, not sure what to say. "Hikari I must… leave soon." "Leave?" I said horrified. "Only for a little while, but while I'm gone, you must take care of your brother and sister. They need you, and you are strong my little light." He muttered, touching his head to mine.

Tears bubbled up inside me, "W-why?" "To serve my country, to protect you." He replied, my four year old brother came into the room, clutching a raggedy teddy bear to his chest. "Daddy?" He yawned, still sleepy from his nap.

A loud banging came from the door, and a deep voice yelled, "Fire Nation Army, here to collect Haruto Minami."

We were pulled into a big bear hug, and was each given a kiss on the forehead. "Take care my children."

And then he was gone.

Through the door, and out of my life. I waited

six years for my father to return from his journey But, he never came back.

12 years old

I was walking home from shopping. Coins were rare, and I had multiple jobs just to keep up with the payments. But, I had managed to get enough groceries to last us a week or two more.

I turned the corner to the street my house was on, and saw my little brother yelling at a fire nation guard, just outside our house. My eyes widened, and I raced toward the scene, careful not to drop any groceries. I pushed my brother away from the fuming guard. "Please sir, forgive my ignorant brother for whatever he did." I apologized, throwing a dagger glare at my brother as I handed him the bags. "You might want to get better control of this young man, wouldn't want him thrown in prison would ya?" He shoved a finger into my shoulder, making me stumbled back a bit. "Not at all, sir." I said through clenched teeth, trying to hold back my anger.

I stormed inside, and was literally tackled by my eight year old sister. "Are you okay!? That guard is always out here. I was sooo afraid you were going kick him or something, are you hungry? I'm hungry." She blabbered. "Michi. MICHI!" I screamed, shutting her up for a few seconds. I rushed into the kitchen, seeing my brother already storing away the food.

"What was that all about Riku?" I demanded. He stayed silent for a few more moments. "What did you do?!" "Well… I maybe, kinda, sorta threw an egg at the back of the guards' head.." He muttered so faintly, I had to lean closer to hear.

I sighed, though I couldn't help smiling. "You sure are my brother alright." I said messing up his hair.

I passed my sister, "Mom in bed?" "Yeah, as always…" She replied, frowning.

You see, since dad left for the war, my mother has been a nervous wreck, so I basically have to support the family now. The only time my mother wants to get out of bed is if she has to use the bathroom.

Someone pounded on the door. "Coming!" I said, rushing towards the door, then opening it. "Hello, this is the Firelord Ozai's personal servant, requesting you and your family to the Fire Festival Ball." Said the man, handing me a formal scroll, obviously the invitation. I thanked him, then closed the door and read the invite to myself.

Dear Mrs. Minami and Family,

You have been requested to the Fire Festival Ball, in honor of the victory over one of the Earth kingdom's major city's capture. Your husband, Haruto, is an important factor of this defeat, and we would love for your family to attend.

-.

I read through when the date would be, and the signature of the firelord himself. I sighed leaning against the wall. My father wasn't really into politics, but him and the Firelord have always been close. It is reported that he is a general in the army, so me and my family usually attend many balls such as this one.

When I was younger, I would play with Zuko and Azula, who are about my age. I never really liked Azula, and I haven't seen her for years, luckily. Sometimes me and Zuko would hang out, but the past few months have been hard on my family, so me and Zuko have kept our distance.

I pushed the thoughts from my brain, and stood up, ready to tell my family the exciting news.