I like to think I had a decent childhood. My family consisted of my goofball father Kano and my very vexatious mother Miko. Well my family at the start was the two of them. My father was a kind man. He grew up in a Earth Nation household. With his father and mother being very strict people. I guess that's why he was such a kid at his old age. Weirdly enough my mom was brought up in a household opposite of his. She had very carefree parents, she was raised in a fire nation house. My parents although coming from two different cultures they didn't fight over them. They each respected each others customs and occasionally would put some together. The culture being mixed in my house. Funny enough my mom was a bender and not my dad. Me being the oddball I was I ended up being able to bend both elements. It wasn't super rare being able to bend two elements but it was uncommon. Guess even my genes wanted me to not conform with society. Power to individuality! My earliest memory was of my parents commenting on my eyes. You see I have hazel eyes. I guess it was a mixture of both my parents eyes. Funny enough that moment happend when my parents were fighting over whos features I had gotten more of. My mom won, I got my fathers facial expressions though and that annoyed her to no end. You see my father had quite the poker face. Oh and don't get me started on the shit eating grins we made a thousand times whenever we did something we know we shouldn't have done. Fun times, so my family was just my parents and I. No pets at that time. I mean after all the could barely get away with not killing themselves and me. Ah yes dangerous but fun times.
Sadly those didn't last very long as something terrible happened to us. It happened when I was 8 years old. In the middle of the night. I woke up because I had a bad dream. Oh how young me didn't know that some part of that night terror would become true.
"Mom" said a little girl dressed in calming shade of blue pjs. She had a hat on her head that was to big for her given to her by her dad to protect her from the monster of the night. It was brown almost gray hat that was knitted by her grandmother for Kano. Kano had lived most of his life with that hat and thought it was time to give it to someone else specifically his daughter. As the little girl named Fu walked the dark halls of her home in search of her parents she was shaking. She didn't like the atmosphere tonight. It wasn't as inviting as it had been nights before. The child felt uneasy as she walked to her parents room. Every step she took the more scared she became. For every step she would take the floor board would creek along. Finally she made it to the room. The window was open letting in the whispers of the wind in. The sight she saw was something…