PROLOUGECobra watched her mother gracefully begin to take out sixteen drunken Fire Nation soldiers that had been fallowing her and her mother since they had left the small captured Earth Village ten minutes back. The stupid soldiers would have been spared had they not tried to touch Cobra. Cobra's mother had gone wild and as the animals kill the threat so did she. Cobra let her thoughts wonder too her past as she let the scene in front of her blur for a second completely trusting her mother to keep her safe. At the tender age of two Cobra had been the talk of her clan, she was the best student and she had the gift of natural mimicry no matter what it was as soon as she heard something or saw something she could copy it perfectly. A little to perfectly, this caused all the other kids to hate and shun her and it caused the adult to fear what she would become when she grew up so her mother had told her to get all her weapons on and to grab a small snack and with that her and her mother had left their clan behind them and went out to explore the world.
As the last soldier fell dead at her mother's feet the dark clouds rolled away revealing a full moon. Although Cobra knew what was going to come next she didn't look away or react in any way as she watched her mother sniff the air and step over the dead bodies to get to an older soldier that lay at the edge of the small pile. With a flick of her mother's fingernails the skin on the soldiers arm broke open and blood begin to well up in the wound. Cobra's mother cut her wrist in the same manner and pressed the cuts together letting the blood mix together while with her other hand her mother created a cloud out of the crimson looking metallic smelling liquid. After the cloud had grown as large as her mother could make it from the blood her mother sent it towards' the moon making a crimson screen it only lasted three minutes as her mother was drained from the bloodletting and the sheer size of the cloud. Her mother dropped the dead soldiers arm and raised her own wrist to her lips making her lips red and wet from the blood before a soft blue glow flickered and her mother stood and turned without a word back towards the city they had just left. Cobra understood and silently followed her mother until they were within the tree's that covered the sides of the road. There Cobra jumped onto the bark of a tree and climbed like a squirrel before Cobra sat on the edge of a limb the higher limbs concealed her from the full moon and the black clothes that she wore concealed her from below. The traveling group never stood a chance and their lifeless eyes stared into the sky, their facile expressions frozen in surprise. Cobra's mother was pleased with her young pupil, her first kill at the age of three and a half and not a single kill but seven people of all ages at one time. Cobra was growing.