A/N: This first chapter will be very short because it's just like a prologue. Also, I don't own the Avatar: The Last Airbender characters, idea, etc. This is a fanfiction meaning that I am a FAN of the Avatar show creating a FICTION out of the original story. Thanks for reading!
Prologue: Introducing the Mystery.
She jumped gracefully through the air and threw out a stream of flames from her palms.
"Water." She landed on the tips of her toes and reached her hands out as if to grab the air, but instead wrapped the water from the two buckets on either side of her and twirled them around her body.
"Earth." She quickly whipped the water back into the buckets and back flipped, landed hard on her feet, and creating rock steps. She jumped from rock to rock, flipping and twirling until she reached the top. Her lungs burnt from practicing for two hours straight. This last time was being performed in front of Ozai, the firelord.
Azel knew that the stretching of Master Ozai's mouth meant that he was smiling; she didn't know why he was smiling and she also didn't know the reason why she was about to jump from the top of the mini cliff that she created if Master Ozai said 'air.' All Azel knew was what they created her to be. All she knew was instinct.
"Air," Ozai said at last. Azel breathed out a sigh of relief as she jumped, without fear, from the top of the cliff. She didn't know why she kept practicing bending even when her lungs were collapsing.
She landed on softly on the ground, on the balls of her feet, as a tremendous amount of wind whipped all around her, causing her light copper hair to lash her neck and face. Her masters smiled as they fixed their clothing. She knelt down, her gaze toward the floor, waiting for what she was supposed to do next.
Ozai smiled. There was silence; Azel wasn't the only one awaiting the next step.
"Can she understand everything? Can she speak?" He asked.
"Of course, sir. Speak girl." Azel's firebending master barked.
"As you wish, master." Her voice flowed beautifully through the air and possessed every ear in the room.
"She's perfect," he stood up, wrapping his red shawl tightly around himself, "but the plan is not. Keep training. The avatar has to come out of hiding sooner or later."