AN: So here we go, the first chapter! Please no flames!

My beginning is simple, yet my journey is long...

I was born in one of the last existing Air villages, nestled high in the air, higher than the ones that were found by the Fire Nation. We had a small civilian population, the majority of the villagers were monks, priests, and priestesses. The marketplace quietly bustled with daily affairs - trade, meetings, and rowdy school boys throwing air balls at each other. We stayed here nested together, we went no where, afraid of what we would see on the outside beyond our mountain top. Afraid we would be caught by the Fire Nation in our travels.

There weren't many air benders left, other than the few schools boys from the marketplace, the elder monks, and a few of priests and priestesses. Because of the waining population of elementals the codes to get into the sects became more lenient. My mother and I were air benders, my little sister, who was actually my half sister, didn't have an element. My family was outcasted by the village. My step-father was the first and only one to venture out of the village, he never came back.

There were other reasons, reasons no one would speak out loud but we knew their thought. They knew of my father his yearly visits put the village on edge. He was the only Fire bender to know about us. I kept it to myself, but I always thought it was because he knew I was a fire bender. I always had the thought that he would not attack my village because he expected me to. I was Fire Nation. That was my duty to the crown. Little did he know I had the duty to myself first.

I was never allowed to be a part of the religious sects in the village, they believed the spirits warned them of my evil, of my disloyalty. I was not to lay foot on sacred ground for the sake of the spirits. I only did once, and it changed everything.

At one point during the fall season a messenger came to our door it was an urgent message from the monks at the Air Temple. I was to report immediately they told me. I look to my sister An, she lowered her head disappointed that this time she couldn't go with me to town (I used to buy her little treats if we didn't spend everything on food). I bent down to look at her, handed her the basket and told her to be careful in the market place, I slipped an extra coin into her hand so she could buy herself something too. I left with the messenger, he took me to the Temple gate, I hadn't stepped forward in years.

The reception I got was the same it had been those many years ago, it had to have been at least ten. I think I was six when I was told to stay away. With my first step the wind picked up speed in the Temple Courtyard, it wrapped around me kissed me softly on my right cheek. The messenger backed away from me, I saw the glow on his face, my air tattoo that had been on the right side of my face and down my shoulder had been there for as long as I had been alive. It was different then the Bending masters tattoos. And we had never seen a tattoo glow, not like the Avatar's which is said to. The glow dimmed as quickly as it had begun. The messenger took a deep breath and led me on, not sure if it was the right choice.

He led me to the chamber of the Temple that the Air Monks supposedly met. The room was spacious where the roof was supposed to be was open sky. Light shined into this secret place, the wind whispered, now and then wrapping around me as if welcoming me home. The Head Monk entered the same door I entered through.

He spoke from behind, "The spirits welcome you daughter." I turned to face him. He was a small old man, an arrow was tattooed on his forehead by the spirits. The wind swirled around us for a moment then lingered as a gentle breeze. He looked at my face, "It is curious we have not met, the spirits are thrilled by your presence, they're speaking so loud I'm sure even you could hear them." He smiled and laughed a bit as if it was a joke. But I could hear the whispers in the wind, I would never claim to understand. I was anxious, I didn't know what to expect, I tried to keep my voice from quivering.

"The messenger said this was urgent, What can I do?"

He looked at me still smiling, he was like the grandfather I never had. He made me feel safe. The Monk stayed silent, probably trying to figure out how to word his question, "Are you a fire bender daughter?" Shameful, I slowly nodded my head. "What about water? Earth?" I shook my head,

"I've never tried."

"Come" He waved me over to walk with him, he started without me, I stood in my place, frightened what my admission of fire bending would get me. He turned around to look at me and said again "Come, come now, we cannot keep the spirits waiting." I muttered a silent prayer to Yangchen, one of the female Air Nomadic Avatars. A gust of wind accompanied me and the little old Monk out the door.

We walked out into another courtyard, this one in the center of the temple. The Monk took my arm and led me into the middle of the courtyard. "Sit" he told me, "close your eyes and meditate." I did as I was told, I never meditated before so it just felt like I was sitting with my eyes closed, I was afraid I wasn't doing it right, and if it wasn't right I wouldn't please the spirits.

I heard the Monk chant in some ancient language, I remained still. Wind surrounded me, it felt like a vortex of air, I tried not to open my eyes, I didn't want to risk upsetting the spirits. Next I felt heat it surrounded me, it wasn't a vortex of fire, it was a ring of fire. I breathed in, I felt the fire come close, breathe out, the fire extended away from me. The air was deafening, the fire was hot, water cooled the heat and blocked the noise. I felt like I was sitting in the middle of a bubble. I kept repeating to myself to stay still. Lastly, instead of sitting on the stone of the courtyard, I felt as if I was sitting in a bed of grass, the smell of fresh dirt filled my nostrils. Over the sound of the air vortex, over the rush of the fire, and through the bubble I heard the monk, as if we was right next to my ear say softly, "Open your eyes" I obeyed, everything I imagined around me was with me in reality. I was bending the four elements.

I looked to the sky, not knowing what else to do I asked the spirits to subdue the elements, they complied. I stood in front of the Monk, tears glistened in his eyes. "In my years, I never thought I would see the day. You are our protector, our hope, our Guardian" I think I must have looked like an idiot. How do you react to that kind of news. Being the Guardian. Wait, I didn't even know what that meant, I didn't want to know what that meant. I left that old Monk in the middle of the courtyard with that tear in his eye, I never saw it drop.

I ran all the way home, not knowing what else to do. I had too many questions, ones that I didn't want to know the answer to. Whatever this title meant, whatever the responsibilities were that came with it. I didn't want it. I could barely guard my sister from the boys in the courtyard let alone guard someone of spiritual importance. As soon as I got home I bursted through the door. I wanted to forget, I needed to find my mother so she could put me to work on some kind of mind numbing task. Instead I found her sitting on the couch, her head in her hands sobbing. I sent her a cool breeze so she knew I was in her presence. Without taking her head out of her hands she spoke, "Watch your bending Lyn." Moments later she finally looked at me with a bruised eye and tears streaming from it, she wiped her tears, got up, straightened herself up, and came up to me to lay her hand on my shoulder, "Your father is waiting out back," she paused,"make sure you cover that up" she reminded me, referring to my tattoo. Quickly I got my homemade coverup and spread it on my face until it dried into my skin. It left no memory of my marking.

Against my better judgement I met my father outside. He was muscular built man, his red suit of armor made him look bigger than he was. His hair was black as ink was slicked back. His eyes were like burning amber. From his foreboding demeanor his face lit up when he saw me. I was the apple of his eye, I made him proud. I was the only good thing that came out of his worst mistake, his relationship with my mother. They met when they were at the University, my father was from a Fire Nation colony, a full blooded fire bender, and from a noble family. His father was the governor or something like that of the Colony. My mother, despite the rules, went to the same university as he did in the Colonies. She was the only one to, she of course kept her air bending a secret. It was only after she got pregnant that he learned the truth, he casted her aside. The only thing keeping her village alive was the chance that the baby (I) was a fire bender. Fire was my second element that I bent. After she realized I had double bending she wrote to him immediately letting him know his wish came true. I am what is saving this town. So I guess in a way...I am the Guardian.

He frowned at my disheveled appearance, he was used to the high life of the Fire Nation Capitol. He was a general after all and the right hand of the Fire Lord. "Let's resume your training." I haven't bent fire since he came here last, more than a year ago. Needless to say I was a little rusty. After a while of drilling it all came back, I wasn't as good as he had hoped, "You haven't been practicing have you?"

"It's difficult when you're in an Air village." I replied. I had a problem with my father, I tried not to show it. He grunted in retort. "Why are you here anyway?"

He smiled. "I'm glad you asked, I didn't know how to bring it up. I've been thinking, I want you to come back to the Fire Nation with me. Leave these untouchables behind. Come to place of luxury, you'll never have to work a day in your life, you can get proper schooling, you can be a prominent member of Fire Nation society." he sounded so passionate about being a monster.

"Why? Why now, you've had sixteen years to do this."

"Everyday you are loosing technique, knowledge and skill of your innate ability. It's about time you came to live amongst those of you're own kind. Haven't you ever been curious what it's like to not be different? To be with those who will accept you?" He was saying all the right things. But I would still be different. I can bend all four. "You have so much potential Lyn, the Fire Nation will do you good."

"I can't leave mother."

"Lyn a storm is coming and it will be a storm bringing much more power than you've ever seen. I don't want you getting hurt."

"I've protected myself this long. I can handle whatever you throw at me." I fiercely snapped.

He looked to the ground disappointed, he picked up his helmet and said softly, "Please change your mind." I walked off as a reply.

I saw my father leave and walk out of town. The streets were empty, people coward in fear in their homes, parents protecting their children from the evil Fire Nation. I felt my mother's hand on my shoulder, "What did the Monks tell you?" she asked me quietly. I faced her.

"I'm the Guardian."

AN: I'm really sorry that this is so long! Originally it was fast paced and really short so I wanted to rewrite it. Thank you for sticking through to the end. Please Review. I LOVE feedback and questions. If you send me questions I will answer you personally unless it's information about the story I cannot give out! Second Chapter maybe up tonight as well!