The Chief did not introduce her to him, he did not even mention her. Somehow she was sad about it, even if it meant for her to be safe. She did not want to be, she wanted to be out in the world, showing them who she was. Making her father see her, changing the world to something better.
She prayed to her father. Prayed for a sign that the world was ready, that it was good to go. And then this two boys came to the village. They were touched by the masters, but she was not to speak with them. The Sun Warriors were somehow like a family to her, but then again not. She laughed like every time she thought of them as "The Sun Warriors". To her this simple joke was every time as hilarious as the first time. Her laughter was bright, loud and heartily, broad even. But no one joined in. No one even understood the joke.
Her name was Sun. The Sun Warriors cared for her better than for this golden gem, they even shipped her higher than their "Masters". She was precious to them, so precious, that they would not let anyone know that she existed, and therefore she was held like a prisoner. A comfortable prison, but a golden cage. She was now fifteen years old and she decided the arrival of the Avatar and the banished Fire Prince to be the sign from her father she had prayed for. She decided to go. Follow them.
Sun, daughter of Helios, the ancestral God of the Sun, raised from her bed like the sun raised each morning. Her golden eyes glowed from power, she was ready to face the world, she thought. Her tanned hand touched the door to her room and the lock sprung out from heat.
Outside she saw the bison of the Avatar fly away and she smiled up to her father. He was up there and it was to her like she could feel his smile. She turned and sprung over a few stones, she would keep the track, wherever they went.
The night outside somewhat startled her. She did not imagined it to be that dark. Also she was tired, but the bison flew on and on, mile after mile. Sun felt lonely and she missed her father greatly. She also somewhat missed her mother, but that was slightly different. She had seen pictures from her, but never had she got to know her. Saliza, a proud and noble woman from the Fire Nation had not survived the birth of her only child. The troubles she had to face were too much for her body.
Out in the world the people believed that the old Gods were dead. They believed that they faded as the Spirits rose. They did not see that all this was a symbiosis. A growing, living process. Besides, she thought, they think of him as a God, but he is a Titan, that is something different, but they would not understand.
In the earlier times, thousands of years before the Fire Nation started the war, they worshiped her father as their major God, their Lord. The warriors prayed to him as Sol Invictus, as unbeatable, and the woman as Helios, who sees everything. Little did they know now.
Her mother had caught his ever watching eye because of her beauty on the one hand, but her courage on the other one. She was brave enough to even tell the two Princes of the Fire Nation that they would not be allowed to go out with her. Her mother had not even tried to resist the tanned Titan. They fell for each other, but they had to part somehow, she did not know the details. Maybe something with his real wife, some kind of nymph…
Nevertheless, when it became obvious that Saliza was pregnant her parents threw her out and nowhere in the Fire Nation did the pale woman get a place to sleep. Helios somehow managed to guide her to the Sun Warriors who welcomed her as the fulfilling of a prophecy, but in the end it was all too much for her.
Sun saw her picture in a small lake. She was the total mixture of her parents. She reassembled her father almost perfectly, but also her mother n a more subtle way. Her skin was tanned, so unlike her mothers, her eyes golden like her fathers, shining when faced with great emotion. Her hair fell in thick chocolate brown locks down on her back, reaching almost to her waist, but she mimicked the same move when throwing it back as her mother did with her light brown, straight hair. She had inherited her mother's curves and movements in social activities as well as her father's muscles and movements in combat. Her mother's crimson lips formed into a smile. Her sight was really radiant.
But even if she did find them the other day, which she doubted, out there alone, in the middle of the night, even if she did find them, how should she explain who she was? She hardly could go in and tell them boldly. They would not believe her. So, maybe she would just say she was some fugitive? Well, her clothing revealed her living with the Sun Warriors. Nah, she would have to think for something other…