DFoC- okay I stink with my beginnings, so I'm just gonna skip right to the disclaimers
Disclaimers- DFoC does not own Avatar, and only her own characters and plot. Thank you. Please review and no flames.
DFoC- seriously though, please don't flame me…I don't take criticism too well, and flames will just get me wicked pissed, and I'm a half-vamp (by half I mean I can stand the things a normal vamp can't, so don't test me), and I will bite you and drink your blood….and the bites hurt like hell….I WARN YOU NOW!!!! Please enjoy the story…
In the cool of the night, only one girl stood alone. She was on the shore, trying out her bending powers. She moved her hands back and forth, watching the ebb and flow of the water move as she did. Her hands moved in a more intricate pattern and she controlled the water into a ball. Then, after some obvious practicing, the water was frozen into the shape of a small heart. The girl looked at how it shined in the dim light coming from the village. She hugged the sculpture to her chest, thinking. Then, just as quick as she made the ice heart, she melted it with a quick burst of fire from her hand. The girl had naturally tan skin, but her hair was a much lighter color. It looked almost white, but it was more yellow than anything. She had tried desperately to change it, blue streaks from dye still left in her hair from the efforts. She was about four nine, but she had a big spirit. She was wearing a white tank top, despite the cold, and a blue bending skirt. It was the same one her mother had worn during her travels. Her shoes were made of soft leather, letting her feet breathe as she did her exercises. Without a thought, she hardened a patch of sand, and then made it rise so she could sit. She crossed her legs, set her chin in her hand. She looked up at the sky, then out to the sea. A little down the beach, she saw some kids around a bonfire. She wished she could join them, but she knew who they were. They were the more popular kids of the village, she heard them talking about a bonfire on the beach as they walked the streets. They ignored, never even acknowledging her presence. She was fine with that, but she did feel sad at being left out. Her sadness quickly turned to hate as she remembered how those kids had come to her friend and invited her, how her friend at gladly accepted. After that day, her friend had never talked to her again, never even looked at her. The girl stood, walked over towards the fire. As she predicted, no one noticed her. She stood at a distance from the fire, then blew the fire out with the air bending skills her mother's friend had taught her. The kids stopped what they were doing. They looked around, trying to find what had happened. All they saw were a pair of bright red eyes, which were instantly gone as the girl turned and walked off. She walked towards the forest just behind her home. She walked toward the center and found the small training course she had set up without her mother's knowing. She knew her mother would forbid her from coming here again, saying she was not allowed to practice her abilities. She would always disobey her mother, saying she was going to get water or fruits and then secretly hide away, training for hours on end. Her mother was always worried, saying she forgot what she was supposed to be doing, saying she was hanging out with one of her non-existent friends. She trained for only a few minutes, dodging levered darts, kicking and punching dummies, freezing makeshift fires, before she heard her mother calling for her. She quickly returned everything back to its original positions before leaving the forest and heading for home. Her mother was waiting at the door, the question on her mind clear in her eyes. The girl answered before her mother could ask.
"I was down at the beach with my friend," she explained. Though only half of what she had said was true, her mother saw through the lie. Pine needles were on her skirt and shoes, and she was sweating despite the cold. Her mother had also noticed the fire on the beach go out much too quickly for it to have been done by a normal human.
"You are not allowed to show what you are," her mother scolded. The girl walked past her mother, saw her father in the living room playing that stupid game that was his uncle's, and headed straight for her room.
"Do you understand me? You can never be discovered for what you are and what you can do." She heard her mother's words, though she tried to drown them out. She went to her window, opened it, sat on the ledge with her legs straddling the sill. She looked toward the beach, wishing to travel like her mother had. She hummed a song that she had learned, faintly at first. Slowly, it grew, and she was singing it out into the night air. As her mother passed by her daughter's room, she heard the singing. It was the song her very own mother had sung to her, the one that influenced her to travel. She started to smile lightly, then went back downstairs and out the door. She walked a few housed down, knocking on one of her friends' door. About a minute later, a man answered it.
"Aang, I think we should give her our gift now." The man nodded and invited his friend in. They talked for a while, remembering their own travel days, how she had met her husband, how Aang had finally found someone who he loved, how her brother finally settled down enough to listen to a woman. After an hour, she went back home. She wrote a note for her daughter and slipped it under her door to find in the morning.
"Sleep well, my darling Lena," Katara whispered lightly to the door before heading back to be with her husband Zuko.
Whooo first chapter is up!!!! By the way, if you can't tell who's who in this chapter, then ask a friend who is smarter than you to help….I'll be putting up the next chapter soon, if I can finish cleaning my damn room!!!!! I hate chores. Oh well, hope you liked it, please review, and no flames…also, I'm looking for character ideas for my later chaps, if anyone has some suggestions…put them in your reviews….THANX!!!! waves to all ecstatically BYE BYE!!!!