Fire is destruction. 

Every kid is told this.

Those who can bend it, are dangerous.

But what if I try to stop it?

Don't hide your power from yourself, little one.

There have been many before you who have tried to quench their bending.

What happened to them?

They tore themselves apart from the inside, little one.

Then I'll try and be the best that I can! Better than anybody else!

Very well, little one.

Now I must leave you. 

You must find your own path, like a dragon learns to fly...

I can remember that dream.

It was five years ago.

I felt as if I were floating above my body.

Then, this voice came to me, speaking directly to my thoughts.

It showed me to place trust in myself.

Not to rely on others.

To use the power I was born with.

I am (Y/n) (l/n), and this is my story.

I'm not sure which of the nations I was born in. I grew up in the earth kingdom.

When I was eight years old, I went into the forest, because I felt as if it were calling me...

Something about the rustling green fronds drew me in.

My parents were fighting in the Fire Nations war.

I got stowed away safely, at an old blacksmith's.

He was surprisingly nice, sadly his wife had died two years prior. They'd always wished for  kids, but never had any.

Life was great. 

He showed me how to make weapons. Well, tried to show me.

I never really got the hang of it.

He would softly smile and say: " Why don't you go into the woods, explore and have some fun?"

Then, when I'd return, dressed up all in black, like a ninja, he'd quickly hide something in his apron.

I'd blink innocently, wanting to know what the mysterious thing was.

"I brought you something I found in the woods."

It was a shiny metal piece, back then I didn't know what it was supposed to be.

His eyes would always widen in wonder, relentless if I'd brought him a flower or a strangely shaped rock.

He'd kneel down beside me gently, picking up the object I'd found, turn it around in his hands, gently inspecting it.

"It's beautiful, (Y/n). I love it."

I would squeal with happiness and he'd tickle me until we both were exhausted.

One day, when I turned ten, I was wandering around the woods as usual, when I bumped into someone.

"So sorry to bump into you I really didn't mean it I'm so sorry really so sorry please don't hurt me it was an accident!"

A boy was crouching in front of me, covering his head with his arms.

I crouched down beside him.

"I'm not going to hurt you, don't worry. Are you lost? I can take you out of the woods if you are, don't worry. I'm (Y/n). Who are you?"

He looked at me uncertainly.

I gave him a lopsided grin and he returned it nervously.

"I'm Slate, my dad is commander Chinju."

Slate was pretty cool.

I mean, most kids who are the children of commanders are really stuck up and snobbish. Well, at least that's what my dad had told me.

We began to meet more and more often, sneaking through the woods for multiple hours every day, before our parents called us home.

Slate was my first friend, apart from the voice in my head. Well, voices don't really count though. So, yeah, he was my first friend.

Little did I know back then, so young and carefree. I didn't know that I was destined for destruction, or meet people who would change my life forever.

-Spirezz

(A/N: The chapters will increase in length soon, don't worry.)