Sorry for the long time to update - this is my first story, and I'm new to the site, so things have been slow. Nonetheless, I'm trying to make the story have a plot.. more or less. Haha, hopefully it will become more clear as it goes on, and I'm going to forwarn you ; it does not follow the series' plot. It's all messed up, and I apologize, as I'm just writing it the way I invisioned it in my head. Deeply sorry for any confusion this will bring, but as the chapters come on, I will do my very best to explain them. Thank youu. (:

Vinca

"Vinca."

"Vinca Mae Demean. ""VINCA MAE DEMEAN!" A hard kick into my side awakened me, my breathing coming out in staggers. I groaned, clutching my side, preparing to send a mean words to the provider, but realized it was just Grandma. Who else would it be?

" Yes, Grandma? " I asked through clenched teeth, rubbing my side that promised to be bruised soon. I threw the blankets off, rubbing the sleep from my dark eyes. Grandma had always said my eyes were unusual - dark, stormy ; almost a black gray color - but I never understood this, as hers were the same as mine.

"You have visitors. And if you survive, you are grounded." She growled, pulling me up. This surprised me, as she appeared much weaker than she proved to be. I stumbled into the kitchen, wondering who the hell would come visit me, when I saw them.

Even through the dirty window, they were easy to make out. Their red, fitted uniforms were brighter, more bold against the more typical colors that the villagers wore. I felt my blood run cold. Shit. I may as well be dead.

I trudged to the doorway, smiling slightly at the soldiers. " How may I help you? " I managed to choke out in an innocent, happy way - the way a normal, girly teenage girl would sound.

I recognized the two guards from last night - especially the ugly fat one. He stared at me with his merciless, endless golden eyes, and I forced myself to look away.

" Is this the one, Roag? " A tall, equally ugly one inquired, shooting daggers at me with his eyes. I swallow, the forced smile becoming tighter at each passing moment.

" Yes. That's defiantly her. The Air bender. " The fat one spat, hands perched on his hips. I nearly laughed out loud - air bender? How stupid can one get? I mused, the forced smile becoming a real one as I laughed inwardly.

Air bender. Ha-ha. Idiots.

Then I realized that the tall ugly one was speaking, and I was being pushed forward, chains tightly bound to my wrists. Soon, he promised, they would be bound to my ankles. What was happening? They can't actually think I'm an air bender. I turned to glance at Grandma. She was looking through the window of the door, her face sad. I vaguely heard what she was saying, but as I stared into her eyes that I shared, I realized something. In the history books at school, they had said that air benders had dark eyes, as stormy as a raging storm at sea. How peculiar that Grandma and I both had these eyes.

As I thought about this, a blast of fire fled from one of the fire benders fingers, engulfing the house. Now, I snapped out of my daze.

"GRANDMA!" I screeched, pulling forward despite the heavy chains bound to me, desperate to get to loved one. No! I screamed, unaware of the tears spilling out of my eyes, the desperate, screams of fury and loss escaping my lips. The soldiers heaved me back, and I fell to the ground, my head hitting the unforgiving surface. The last thing I saw was the flames of my home, and the stench of death in the air.