Air. Free and Independent. The Air Tribe is full of intelligent people with bright ideas. No more so that Kyle Broflowski.

He sat down with his brother, Ike, and read him one of his books about air and wind. "Kyle? Ike? Come inside, we have news." Gerald, their dad, told them.

"What is it, Pop?" Kyle asked. Shelia, his mother shook her head. "This can't be happening! He's only a boy!" she screamed, crying. Gerald looked over at his wife. "Shelia, honey, calm down." he begged. He turned back to Kyle and said, "We got news from one of your teachers and the Tribe's Elder." he started.

Kyle panicked. "Oh, Shu! The Elder?! What did I do, Pop?!" he asked, worried he'd done something to get him exiled.

"Kyle, relax. You're not in trouble, okay? Your teacher looked at your grades in school... and he was very impressed. He showed them to the Elder, and they have agreed that-"

His mother chimed in. "That you have to go to The Camp with those other children from the other Tribes, and unite the Elements!" she sobbed. Kyle's jaw dropped. "Really? I get to go?!" he asked, excited.

"Of course not! You can't go, you're only 9!" Shelia said. Gerald walked over to his wife to try to comfort her.

"Ma... I read in one of the textbooks at school that the Element of Air means new life and new possibilities. That means that going to The Camp will begin a new chapter in my life, which is exactly what I'm meant to do! Please, Ma?" he asked. Shelia wiped her tears away and smiled at her son. Even when others panicked, he always kept a calm head.

"Okay, Kyle. You can go." she said. Kyle ran over and Hugged his parents and brother. "Thank you! Don't worry, I'll make this Tribe proud!"