This is a continuation of the prologue that has been posted and can be currently accessed on my page. :) Hope you can stick along for the ride. But this portion is rough and short so bare with me I swear it gets better in the next addition. Let's jUsT hOp InTo It.
Chapter 1 - Early Childhood
The next month of my life I neither have any recollection of (although how could I? I wasn't even a year old yet) nor have I found any recorded information.
But according to the records I did find - I was found on the side of the road with nothing but a blanket, my little baby pajamas and a tag of sorts. They claim that around me was not only discarded loot but experience points as we. They assumed that a death had occurred in my presence.
As it is known now- I had ended my traveling journey in the world of Minecraft. The people die leaving very little evidence behind which despawns in a matter of hours. However the people are not concerned by death- they have the ability to respawn with a save point. What they fear...is the prospect of being erased. All data is lost and the person then dies for real...so to say.
My saviors feared that very notion for me.
At the time I did not know this but there was an illness that plagued newborns. They were born without any minecraftian abilities and because of suh they could not interact with the environment as one was supposed to nor could they save. However the minecraftian world has a set of rules...and they state that all must function properly. The infants born with the illness never lived past two years of age...their bodies collapsed in on themselves and the child is erased.
In my case, my saviors thought that I was of their kind and was merely abandoned by my parents so they wouldn't see me die. Truth be told...they only considered me a lost minecraftian because of my hair...the people are used to different appearances.
I should consider myself lucky. My saviors were actually the king and queen of the kingdom of Minecraftia.
At the time they were working on a surgery slash procedure of sorts to chemically slash physically change the infant so that it could artificially gain minecraftian abilities and live. The queen took pity on my infant self and adopted me as her own and vowed to save my life even if the surgery wasn't even considered successful. I've been told that the king was more realistic but succumbed to his wife's pleading.
They promptly returned to their castle- babe in their arms- and readied the preparations for what they thought would save my life. On the way to the castle the queen noticed a small pouch on the side of the blanket- something my original kidnapper did not take into consideration. That's where they found my tag. It was easily identified as an identification tag but it was written in a language none could either understand or translate.
Once the royal couple entered the castle- I was then formally introduced to who I would call my older brother. He was eight years old at the time and heir to the throne. On that historic day- I met Adam- and Adam met Brittany.
I like that name a lot better and I've decided to keep it.
It was only a matter of days that I've been in the castle but due to the queen's insistence, I was put under the procedure and the surgery took place. I think that it was this very procedure that changed my hair...it's still pink but like I said it's more on the purple scale and it's neon for Pete's sake! I'm not complaining, I love my hair but let's be real, it's not a normal natural color.
At the time there wasn't any way to tell if the procedure had worked until the abilities kicked in. They usually kicked in by the time the child was one year old...unfortunately it's painstakingly clear if the child lacks them entirely. So for the rest of the first year of my life- people were in anticipation and hanging off of the figuatige edge of their seats- hoping I would survive.
I did.
And I grew up just like any other child would. I was welcomed throughout the kingdom as Princess Brittany with the growing Prince Adam.
As time went by I continued to practice my abilities believing that everything was right in the world and without any knowledge of my past.
Adam and I were just like any other pair of siblings. Thankfully he treated me nicely and allowed me on adventures with him and his ever growing number of friends. Although- thinking back on it-that was probably due to the queen's request. We often played games and spent together.
The king eventually softened up and I know that from the bottom of his heart he considered me his own. There were times where he would take me and Adam on his business trips. On one visit...I recall...I was only about four or five years old, but my fath-the king was trying to strengthen his kingdom with allies. We went to what was called the Fire Nation...I remember the boat went through a blue-green portal and came out on an entirely different sea. While it looked the same- the air felt different and it didn't feel entirely comfortable.
We made it to the palace in record time and I wasn't even remotely smoothed by that fact.
The king… or the Fire Lord (as he was called) spoke with the king. Adam stayed with his father to learn from the trip- while I was sent away to "make friends" with the Fire Lord's children. The princess was scary and I didn't like her or how she treated her friends but she was so much bigger and stronger than me. She tried to rope me in but I was too scared of her to do what she asked.
It came to the point where the prince stepped in to stop his sister. I promptly hid behind him for protection.
"Azula! What's your problem? She's just a kid." He yelled.
"Look at this! My brother is trying to play hero when he can't even defend himself!" She snicked. "I just want to play a game with her."
She made a mad grab for me and successfully pulled me by a clump of my hair in her direction. I screamed in response and started to cry. The prince didn't like it one bit. "Leave her alone Azula! Can't you see that you're hurting her!"
"Ugh- she's just as much as a baby as you are Zuko. I suppose she's not big enough to play with us then." She stomped off- pleased with herself for evoking an emotion in her brother.
The prince turned on his heel and walked away, offended by his sister's comment. I was torn between chasing after him and sticking up for myself. I sniffled to myself. "Daddy says I'm a big girl though."
She was too scary for me to handle though and so my fear won over and I ran over to the prince. "Wait!"
"Go away!" He called over his shoulder. "I don't hang out with babies!"
I blinked and felt more tears start to form. "I am not a baby!" I sat on the ground and cried. "Don't believe her! She's a meany and tells lies!"
As the tears rolled down my face, the prince became panicked and ran over to me. "No, don't cry...I'm sorry, please stop crying."
It took a lot of willpower but I managed to wipe away the tears and look at the prince. "My name is Brittany, what's yours?"
I was still sniffling when he answered. "I'm Zuko."
"Your sister is a meany face." I frowned. "She tells lies...like how you and I are babies! Daddy says that I'm a big girl and you're bigger than me so there's no way that you can be a baby!"
Zuko's lips twitched upwards. "How old are you?"
"I'm four years old!" I said. Again...I don't know if I said four or five. It's been a very long time."How old are you?"
"Ten."
I gasped. "You're so old! Almost as old as my big brother Adam! He's...ummm...twelve? He's twelve years old!"
This time he smiled for real. "Do you like your brother?"
I nodded enthusiastically. "He's the bestest big brother ever! Sometimes...and don't tell daddy I told you, sometimes he sneaks us cookies before dinner and we share where no one can see us. And he lets me play games with his friends at home. They are all bigger than me but they are all very nice to me. Adam says that if they are mean to me that I should tell him right away so he can kick their butts! He is very strong!"
Zuko held out a hand. "Do you want to play a game with me?"
I grinned and grabbed his hand. "Can we play hide and seek?"
"Whatever you like."
He was the very first friend I made on my own.
The day ended and eventually us minecraftians had to leave. We went back several times and each time I hung out with Zuko and avoided Azula at all costs. She was very mean and scary after all.
It was on one of those trips that I learned that bending existed. I remember wanting to bend so badly but it didn't work.
The last two trips though, the king and queen went on their own. On the third trip however...they never returned.
I was too young to truly understand what death was...only that it was a very sad thing.
The funeral was raining on and off. When I asked my nanny (of sorts...I don't really know why she was there) where my parents were- she sniffled and said that no one knew where they were. Although I didn't know what capsized meant- I didn't want to make anyone cry so I didn't ask anymore questions.
It was the mark of the end of my happiest and most peaceful moments.
