Most people remember their early childhood as a bright and uplifting time. A time where they laughed, played, and learn about their purpose in the world. I thought I knew that. I may have at once, but when bad times came I easily forgot. Who am I? Where am I going? Do I choose good or evil? What is good and what is evil? I am good now, or so I choose to believe.
   When I was little I grew up in the Southern Water Tribe. I loved it there. I was constantly studying my bending skills and finding new ways to improve them. My mother and father were very proud of me. I was very good at Waterbending. Nothing made me happier.
   I went to school like every other kid. I had a lot of friends, but there was this one boy that I absolutely loved. His name was Alku. He was handsom and well... everything a girl could want. EVERY girl in the school wanted him. I really liked him. I knew he liked me. I just knew it!
   My teacher said I was very bright. That was alot coming from her. She was the greatest bender in our tribe! She taught us how the moon was the first Waterbender. We saw it pushing and pulling the waves and decided to do it ourselves. Thus Waterbending was born. We were taught that all Nations were equal. That everyone deserved a fair chance. Even the Fire Nation. I believed that too. Untill the war spread to us.
   It was said before I was born that the Fire Nation attacked the Southern Water Tribe once before, but because of our power and great strength we defeated them. Our tribe was pretty beat up, but after a long period of time everything was back to normal. Everyone was loving again and the Southern Water Tribe was rebuilt. Though many of us were taken captive we still had hope. That is why we privailed. Many years later I was born. Me, Kagana.
   I never believe that ever happened. I thought it was just a myth untill it happened a second time, but this time the results were very different. "This little battle is going to be easy!" I thought. I was wrong, Dead wrong. Famine swept over the land, Bombs killed many of us. Many of my friends were taken captive. Everything was so bad. I thought it couldn't get any worst, untill the next few days.
   Some of us fought the Fire Nation. Some of us got the villagers to safety. Some of us helped the younger kids escape to the Northern Water Tribe for safety. I fought hard and long. Something unexpected happened though. Something no one guessed. The Fire Nation developed a new type of bomb and dropped them on us. Now nearly everyone was dead. Alku was fighting The Fire Nation too. When the Fire Nation dropped the bombs he automatically grew very, very sick. He was in the healing hut for a while. Just about every girl in the town was worried and came to check on him. After days of trying everything possible they said there was nothing they could do for him. He might be healed by the water in the Spirit Oasis in the Northern Water Tribe, but the Fire Nation had the Southern Water Tribe surrounded, so there was no possible way to get it to him on time. A day before Alku died he called me to where he was. I had no idea what to expect. He actually admited he loved me! I had no idea. I thought of getting up and rejoicing, but then I remembered that he was dying and became disapointed. Every girl showed up for his funeral. I fought te Firebenders with no mercy! They didn't deserve a second chance! At least that's what I thought then.
   The next day my parents told me something. Something that would change my life forever. They were both dying from the bombs and I was very sad. I had no idea though that this would be said. This is what they said:
   
   "We know you've come to love the Water Tribe, but there's something you should know." My father said. "You are not only a Waterbender. You are a Firebender. No one knows of this. I advise you not to even tell your closest friends!" My mother exclaimed. "Your father is from the Fire Nation. He cannot Firebend, but you can!" I was shocked. The people I hated, the people I despised so much I was apart of! I couldn't speak. "Firebending is apart of you." My  mother explained. "You must learn it. You may be able to put an end to this war." They slowly slipped away. I started bawling like a baby.
   some of my so called "friends" were eavsdropping and heard this. They told everyone in the tribe about this. Everyone hated me. I probabily deserved it. They blamed me for Alku's death, their parents death and the capture of their friends and family. They treated me horribly, but worst of all no one trusted me. I DID feel like it was my fault. I ran away. I looked back. I could never go back. "Can anyone understand me?"