I awoke the next morning and looked out my window to see, just as always, father was already outside working on the farm, I hated seeing him out there working along, but even more now, I just couldn't help thinking about that man, and how he was stealing the money my father worked so hard for every day.
With this in mind I quickly got dressed and walked out of my room to help my father on the farm, however my mom, being the mother that she was, stopped me and told me I was to have some breakfast before I went out, then she made me some quick breakfast, with everything else that happened that day, I can't really remember what it was I ate, but I know as soon as I finished eating I gave my mother a hug and immediately went outside to help my father.
I remember feeling so bitter knowing, for the first time, that me and my father were doing all of this work, but we wouldn't be getting the full benefits of it. I don't tell everyone this, but, for the last time in my laugh, I actually cried, no one saw though, I'm still glad about that.
Me and my father just did our normal routine on the farm for most of that morning, until, if you can believe, that firebending asshole, Lee came back, I don't know how often he used to come before, but I know it wasn't everyday, my father had just paid him the day before, paid him money which he didn't even deserve, he gave him all the money he had in his pocket to protect us, why was he back already? I wanted to know, so just like the day before I walked closer to my father and listened to what happened.
He said to my father "Maro, what you gave me yesterday isn't enough to cover the very rare dragon tooth necklace I have been looking at, I'm here to collect the rest." Hearing this infuriated me, I couldn't believe this man really would steal money from my father, money we needed just to buy basic needs, to buy a luxury necklace for himself.
My father told him "I have you all the money I had yesterday Lee, I don't have anything else to give you." Lee shook his head "I don't care, I'm getting that necklace, you're going to give me the money for it and I don't care how you get it," he said, with his usual arrogant tone This was too much for me, I began to walk over to them, and my father must have seen it, because he put his hand up to signal me to stop, but I didn't do it.
When my father put up his hand the man looked behind him to see me coming and he said "Go mind your business boy, the men are talking." At this point I didn't care what anyone had to say, I continued walking to him, with a hidden balled fist, and I punched him right on the tip of his nose, I remember how great it felt, sending the bone in his nose caving into his face, and although it felt so good, it may be the worse mistake I made in my life.
I remember how wide my fathers eyes got when he saw that assholes nose cave into his face, but, unfortunately, I also remember what happened next. The man, who obviously had some size on me, pushed me, and I feel on my ass, then he looked at my father and screamed "Maro! You better have so much money! RIGHT NOW!" My father looked at him and told him yet again "I don't have anything to give you Lee." This is when I stood back up and said "Stop threatening my family, right now!" The man looked at me and then back at my father. After looking at my father for some time he looked back at me and smirked. "Fine, I will never threaten your family again."
It was at that very moment that he began to burn the farm that we all stood around, my heart dropped, I realized it was completely my fault, it was my fault that me and my family would have to start over, we would have nothing at all to eat for who knew how long, this was the very last time I had ever felt fear in my entire life. After the farm was completely burned down, me and my father looked at the man, my father kept a straight face, he must not have wanted to show his emotions to the asshole, but I was so sure as soon as he left there would be the same look of defeat on my father's face that was there yesterday, I was wrong.
The man took both of his hands, quickly and swiftly aiming them both at my father and fire began streaming out of both of his hands, they both hit my father and he instantly burnt to a crisp, the screams will always haunt me. I know my mother and brother had to have heard the screams inside the house, I don't know what they were doing, maybe the were scared and hid inside, it didn't help them, the man knew that my father had two kids and a wife.
I didn't care that the man was still there my reaction was to fall on my knees, right next to my father and just stare at the burnt black corpse that laid before me, however, I wasn't able to do this for very long, because the man grabbed me by my arm and pulled me up, then he placed the other hand on my face and must have made a fireball at my face right there, it made me fall instantly, I was in so much pain I couldn't move, but it must have been obvious that I was alive, I don't know why he didn't kill me.
I feel facing my house and the next thing I saw the man walked over to my house and aimed both of his hands at it, then he did the same thing he did to my father to the house, it burnt down right before my very eyes. I wanted to cry, but the heat on my face didn't allow me to create the tears. I knew, as the house collapsed in front of my eyes there was no way my brother or mother survived. The man walked away and forced me to live. Some people would say he let me live, but I don't take it as a privilege.