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|Losing a Won Battle|
March 5, 2014
Today's the day my father returns home from the war. It's been a little over six months since the last time I saw him. I can't wait to show him everything I've been writing in this book. He was the one that gave it to me after all. I can't believe he's been gone for as long as its been. I know its only been a few months, but it feels like an eternity. I wonder how much he has changed since I last saw him. Mother told Wakato and me that sometimes war can change a person, and it's not always for the better, but I know my dad could never turn bad. He's always been a caring person who's fun to be around. Besides, the war isn't that major. It's just a little conflict between the Earth Kingdom town we live in and another one not too far from us. All our town wants is to have more rights. What's wrong with that? This pathetic battle, as mother calls it will probably one day go down in history. "The Battle of Gaoling vs. Chin Village." I'm glad that after all this time, the men of Chin Village won. Gaoling is nothing, but a town full of rich, snobby people who take their wealthy statuses for granted. Would I be that way if I grew up rich? Hard to say, but I don't mind being less fortunate when it comes to money. I've never needed the better things in life. I have family and friends. What could be better than having the people in your life love you as much as you love them? Well, I guess that's it. I can't wait to see dad today.
I close my book, listening to the sound it makes as the pages come back together. I look at the front of it. It's not an attractive book cover; the color of mud brown sickens me. But it's the most wonderful gift I have ever received. Before dad left to go to war, he bought me, my brother Wakato, and my mother something to use while he's away. For Wakato, it was his first official weapon; a butterfly sword. He's a nonbender, but dad still appreciates his attitude when it comes to wanting to fight. For my mom, he gave her the money left over from the gifts he got Wakato and I. He told her to spend it wisely, knowing he had no purpose for any amount on the battlefield. Lastly, I got my book to write in. I promised him that he could read through everything once he got back.
Father and I have always had a close relationship. When I was three, we discovered that I had the ability to earthbend. This gift genetically came from dad's side of the family; he's an earthbender, his parents we're earthbenders, and so on. Mom on the other hand comes from a family where you either got bending or didn't. For her, she didn't, and that's probably why Wakato isn't an earthbender himself. I can still recall the days when dad would take me outside in the backyard to teach me a new move. He said I was a natural.
I jump a little at the sound of a knock at the door. I bet that's dad right now! I rush out of my room, Wakato right behind me at my feet, rushing to the door. Mother is already at the door, and quietly scolds us for running in the house. Her strict facial expression, turns into the happiest smile I've ever seen form across her face. She points her fingers out at us. One finger...two fingers...three fingers...and then grabs the handle of the door. A huge smile starts to form across my face now, getting bigger as the door opens wider. I just can't wait to hug him and never let go. Except...it's not dad. Who is that man?
"Are you Urara?" The man asks mother.
"Yes. What is it?" Mother replies in a serious tone.
"There's no easy way to tell you this, but your husband, Takashi was killed during the battle. I'm so sorry."
As the man bows his head in respect for my now confirmed deceased father, my emerald eyes produce tears that could fill a river bank. Chin Village may have won the battle, but in the end, we still lost.
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