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"He's beautiful Aneka." A soft kiss landed on a painted cheek. A swift wind blew

through the mountains into a small shack located on a ledge. A soft whimper fell upon

the groups ears.

"Shut the window Jiro." A tired and young maiden sighed while shushing the

crying bundle. A tall, muscular man rose from the hard ground, his heavy footsteps

echoing across the floor. A tiny squeak came from the hinges as he shut the window.

"Winter is approaching fast, we must get him out of the mountains Aneka." he

shuddered in the cold.

"And rid him of his people, of course not." The beautiful dark haired woman

huddled her baby close to her chest, providing extra warmth on his tiny body. "He'll be

fine Jiro."

"I know your intentions are best, but a mountain in the winter is not the best place

to raise a child." He sighed heavily as his ran his fingers through his long auburn hair.

"Aneka, if we leave him any further up he'll freeze to death. My uncle can give us shelter

in the Earth Kingdom."

Aneka, the maided raised a brow at her foolish husband, "Well, that won't do any

good, he won't get to be with his people there."

Jiro, who had a look of shock on his face, made a defensive noise that turned out

a squeak.

"Look," Aneka, began, "If it gets too cold we'll move down the mountain into the

village, alright?"

With that, the baby began to cry again. His tiny eyes were tightly shut as he began

to hiccup. Aneka, held him out to look him over, his brown blankets were ripped and

overused. His large ears were sticking out of his large head. His dark hair was curly and

very thin. But as soon as his mother took him back in, he opened his large blue eyes to

see his mother for the first time.

She was very pretty in face. Her long wavy dark hair was hung over her shoulders

with a single golden wrap, reflecting in a dim candlelight. She had a tan complexion with

a few fading freckles on her round cheeks. Her big round ice blue eyes showed his

reflection which made him blink curiously. He yawned and silently went to sleep. He

loved that face already.

Jiro sat back down besides his wife. He looked much different from her. Pale skin

with auburn hair that was always a mess. His deep chocolate brown eyes eyed his

beautiful maiden. He carefully took the baby out of her arms and held him.

"Do you think he'll be blessed?" Aneka quietly asked.

"I'm not sure, perhaps." Jiro put his arm around her shoulders.

The baby scrunched his nose, he squeaked as he opened his eyes again. This time,

instead of seeing the face he recognized, he saw a stranger. With that he began to bawl.

"Give him back, your scaring him." Aneka scowled. She immediately got him

back in her arms, which calmed him down. Eagerly, he yawned and went back to sleep.

Aneka began to cry at her blessing that already loved her so much.

"What are you going to name him?" Jiro whispered.

Aneka thought hard. Already she could see her sons personality come through.

She wanted him to have a good name, one that will be remembered. She sensed

something deep inside of herself saying that he would one day be recognized. Though

how was foggy. But she settled on one name, one name that she knew everyone would

know.

"Aang."