It was one foggy day down at the south pole. Nothing to do but just sit there, play soldier and look out for any sign of the Firenation. The Firenation is bad news. They raided my village.
It all started when my mother was giving me a bath then "bang" the Firenation has unexpectedly docked on our shores. My father and the men of my tribe drove all the women and children out of the village to the safest spot not even the Firenation could reach but once my father went to the dreadful battle against the ruthless fire benders, my mother went right after him.
Now, I had a clear view of the battle but what caught my attention was my mother and father kneeling on the ground holding on to eachother, awaiting for their deaths. I started to run after them but before I could even get to them, a woman from my tribe grabbed me and held me back. I struggled to get to my parents. I could feel hot tears rolling down my rosy cheeks. I tried to call out to them. Finally I got out of the woman's arms and started forwards to my parents. The fire came out of the fire benders fists and burned them alive. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand the screaming of my mother and father burning, dieing. Well atleast they died together.
I will never forget the fierce but peaceful grey eyes of my father's and I of caorse will never forget the beautiful wonderful sparkle in my mothers ice blue eyes of hers.
Since then, I've training to become the greatest warrior so I could kill the soldiers that killed everything I loved the most. 10 years have past and I am now 15 years old and I am ready to leave the boring home of mine but something was telling me to stay alittle bit longer and something good and exciting will happen.
As I was saying that it was a foggy, cold and the most boringness day ever, not until one of 3 soldiers from my village spotted a boy in a boat. Now me and the soldier had an argument on who was going to get him and it was more likely that I was going to do the dirty work.
When I got to the boat, I was kinda happy that I came down here. He was really handsome. He had dark brown frilly hair, tan skin and oh how I wish that I could only see what his eyes looked like. And he also looked like the age of 16. Hmmm.
I pulled the boat for what looked like a water tribe canoe. He must be from the northern water tribe I thought. I actually dragged him the whole way to my tent.
When I got to my tent, I laid him down on my soft, warm parka then I noticed a big bloody gash right where his chest was. I should fix that I mumbled to myself. I took one more glance at his face until he fluttered his eyes open. I lets out a short but quite gasp. His eyes were the most beautiful things ever. I could just stare at them forever. They were just like my mothers. Ice blue eyes...