Suffering the Curse

Prologue

There are just a few families left in the world that are sincerely dedicated to their ancestors, history, and the Avatar.

When benders were still in existence, their birth rate began to decline until they were no longer produced at all. It was a catastrophe, and everyone was terrified and startled. Outraged by this, people from bending households began to have kids right away.

Despite this, a new generation emerged, learning all about bending, the Avatar, and their past; the majority of that generation believed in their history.

Then came the following generation, which was more skeptical, and fewer people began to believe or just couldn't fathom the notion of what benders were.

People gradually began to think less about it as generations passed. Some didn't care, while others were sad that they didn't live in a period when they could bend.

And after a few centuries, everyone simply forgot about it, or believed it was an ancient story. Everyone had a general understanding what it was, but it was just recalled as one of those stories. For example, Santa Clause. Everyone has heard of the grandfather who climbs into people's chimneys, leaves presents, and eats all the cookies. Everyone has heard a sketchy version of it, but no one actually believes in it.

That is what happened to all of their history and all its glory. However, several families had committed their lives to it. Long ago, as the number of benders began to decline, certain families ensured that their family would never forget their history by creating scrolls, books, and anything else they could about their world and passing it down generation after generation.

Unlike an air loom where people just passed it down as an object, each generation was compelled to understand all about their past in order to remember where their civilization had genuinely prospered. As a result, there were only a few families remaining in the world who had committed their life to creating any type of bender.

They had planned weddings with one another in the hopes of producing some form of bender offspring. Water, fire, earth, and air didn't matter. As long as they were able to bend.

One of these arranged weddings was between a woman named Preya Jones, who was the descendent of numerous air benders but couldn't bend. Cronus Hamura, a descendent of several fire benders, who was unable to bend as well.

They didn't love each other, but they understood it was vital to have a kid. And so they called their son, Raylin Hamura.

Raylin demonstrated air bending at a very young age. When Raylin was four years old, he was drawing on his paper with his pink crayon when his red crayon slid off the table and onto the floor. Raylin watched as his red crayon rolled around with dull eyes; he didn't care for the red crayon because he never planned to use it, but he didn't enjoy the mess on the floor. He reached out his hand to retrieve it when a gust of wind came out of nowhere, causing the red crayon to glide away and crash into the white wall.

Preya, who had been watching through the CCTV camera, was astonished to see what had happened. Her youngster did more than simply air bend; he proved he was an air bender.

She quickly informed the entire family, and they were overjoyed. They planned to have Raylin go through air bending training as soon as possible.

Raylin was just four at the time, but he understood what he had done. He had his air bent, and he did not feel particularly delighted or astonished.

Raylin had Hyperthymesia, a condition that permits people to recall practically every detail of their lives with exceptional accuracy. People may also refer to it as having extremely good autobiographical memory.

Raylin, despite his youth, had a high intellectual level. He sometimes wished he didn't have it so he could have a typical upbringing. Even if he didn't, he would not describe his current existence as normal.

He understood he was born with the sole purpose of bending any element. He didn't know how to express it; his parents never fully viewed him as their son. Maybe a tool? That seemed like a noteworthy example.

Raylin remembered that when he was three years old, his mother tried to teach him the notion of bending, which seemed ludicrous. No three-year-old could understand the notion of bending. But Raylin did, to some extent.