"Do good a thousand days,
But the good is still insufficient;
Do evil for one day,
And that evil is already excessive."
-Anthony C. Yu
(Y/N) I is a firebender, but not just any fire bender. He grew up well before the war, and when he...
A/N - Just a bit of a back story to explain more about (Y/N) and how he became a part of this story. You will have the world's map for the original ATLA series at the top, as well as the music you can play, if you want, for the entire chapter. If the music ends you can restart it.
Also, HUGE thanks to UmbralFox for the help in the entire creation of this chapter. From the pictures used in this chapter to the writing, she helped in all of it.
I'm very glad I got this chapter out. on my birthday nonetheless. But that's about it for the notes. Enjoy the chapter!
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No POV:
South of the Fire Nation, in the middle of the Kaiyō Ocean between Nagano Beach and the Konaru Region; there lies a remote island which houses a small Fire Nation village housing no more than a couple thousand souls. Sprawling Nature thrives here, asas do the quaint people. Surrounding the island, the water seems to break at one side of it, and return together at the other. The town itself is built along the mountainside, and at its very top is the Town Square, which is made from a unique material like none other in the shape of an hexagon.
The town is alive with a vibrant and serene ambiance of everyone living their lives to the fullest, the laughter of children as they play their games. This place has never seen conflict, mainlanders being quite the rare sight here, most of any that do come are mainly from Nagano Beach. On this day however, a local married couple was in a panic, as the husband waited from outside his shared room with his wife inside giving birth to their first child. And he, of course, couldn't be more worried...
He could do nothing but shake and pray as he paced around outside the door hearing his wife's muffled screams mixed with the midwife helping her.
After around an hour of bloody screaming from the house, with friends and family standing outside in support of the family, the midwife came out into the hall, allowing the husband to finally enter. Upon his entry, his eyes were met with his exhausted wife's as she held their newly born baby boy. His skin was like brown sugar in hue and was smooth and easy for the eyes. His eyes were a mix of a vibrant emerald green and aquamarine, alight with untainted innocence and curiosity as they absorbed their surroundings.
When the child finally laid his eyes on his father, he immediately giggled at his shaken expression, the sound melting the hearts of anyone in the room. The mother, who has been holding him all this time, couldn't feel blessed anymore than that. The father, witnessing his wife and son together before him, couldn't help but smile, knowing his family has grown on this day. The midwife congratulated the couple, as she left the room, having done a blessed job well done.
(M/N): "Would you like to hold him, dear?"
(D/N): "Of course. Can't have you hogging all the cuteness for yourself now can I?" He teased while gently lifting his son into his embrace. "He truly is adorable. What should we name him?" He asked his wife, having yet to come to a decision.
