Authors note:
Hey, I'm Bryan, long time reader, first time writer, etc. I'm only writing this "cause I promised a friend I would, so don't be too harsh on me. But ok, be as harsh as you want, I want your honest opinion...
PS: This story probably won't make sense if you haven't watched the first episode of "Avatar: Legend of Korra" or "Avatar: the Last Airbender" (free on netflix, btw ;) ) so take that as you will...
I stomped through the underbrush, shaking my leg in frustration as green tentacles threatened to ensnare me. I sliced at them with my sword, letting fire swirl from the tips of my fingers to the tip of the blade as I did so. I couldn't care less at this point, so I allowed myself a little smile as I watched the flames engulf the brush surrounding me, then the old abandoned house near ours, and finally, the trees. As I watched the rising inferno, I reflected back at what I had overheard my father talking to himself about. He'd been doing that ever since Lily died. He'd said,
"Why did God have to curse me with firebending!? Why can't I be a waterbender, bringing life and balance to the world? With fire, all I can do is destroy!"
He is weak, my father. Direct blood relation to Fire Lord Ozai, yet no honor or power. His bending skills aren't even that great. He could barely conjure some lightnong. I have no idea what the hell he's complaining about.
Father came running out of our small house, his hair wild and unkempt, his eyes bulging, never blinking, always staring and flickering to take everything in. He was having one of his fits. Or was he? I couldn't tell anymore, he's always like this nowadays. Like I said, couldn't care less.
"Amon...was this your doing?"
"No father, a stray phoenix just happened to swoop down and light the trees a fire, what do you think happened?"
My father didn't even flinch, or look sad and defeated like he usually did when I insulted him. Something was wrong.
He looked at me, his eyes glassy and emotionless, as he raised his cupped hands and stabbed me in the chest.
He then set himself on fire and ran off into the smoke of the now gigantic firestorm behind me.
As I fell to my knees, feeling like an icicle had pierced my heart, I looked down and saw the inscription on the knife
"Never give up without a fight"
My father stabbed me with my own knife...dammit all.
I ripped the knife out of my chest with a blood curdling scream, and got to my feet, sprinting into the approaching wall of fire to search for the traitor. I stumbled...screamed some more...pushed the fires away with all..my..strength
With all of the force I could muster, I uttered one last "WHERE ARE YOU!?" before I collapsed, and all I knew was darkness.
