Dawn was always something magical. The way the sun rose in the top of the sky, shining and leaving behind the darkness of night. A few clouds were forming; they could begin to see the birds flying the illuminated sky. A cry was heard in the top of a tower, surrounded by other similar constructions, each had a sublime elegance and cracked a tranquility and peace that would calm even the most ferocious beast.
These were towers, temples, belonging to the Air Nomads, men and women who dominated the element of air, peaceful and kind-hearted people always thinking in the peace of those around them.
The Air Nomads Temple towered majestically over the top of the Patola mountain range, with huge stone towers. It could be seen flying Bisons, the first's air teachers, in small groups either flying or being fed by the nomads. On the side of a tower, you could see a field of Air Ball where some children were playing. In the trees around the temple there could be seen flying Winged Lemurs enjoying the cool breeze blowing that morning.
In one of the towers, in which the first cry was heard, a pregnant woman was in labor surrounded by healers, going from side to side in the small room. To the right side of the woman a man with brown hair and green eyes who was wearing a orange and red robes stood, holding the hand of the woman and to her left, was a girl no more than 4 years old, her hair resembled the man's but with bluish gray eyes that gave the impression of crystal, she had her small hand clutching the headboard of the bed where her mother was.
Finally, a cry, followed by shouts of joy; one of the healers grabbed the newborn and water cleaned it, wrapped it in a small savannah and handed it to the mother who now had tears of joy rolling down her cheeks, blushed from the effort to bring his young son to the world. The man with a big smile on his face kissed the forehead of his wife and young son.
The woman with a smile sat on the bed and gave the baby to her little daughter, she carefully took him in her arms, gave him a look at her mother and she knowing what her daughter wanted, nodded with a smile. The girl with a big smile bent and gently kissed the little face of his younger brother.
"Welcome, Aang".
A/N Hey guys i'm new writing stories so be kind with me please?. Anyway i have this story in spanish too and i would like to apoligize for the mistakes, i'm getting better in my english, but my grammar was always awful, so if anyone wants to help me i'm all ears. thanks for reading. see you soon i hope... :)