A/N: To clear things up, this story is not based on Avatar: The Last Airbender. I only took the idea of the elements being able to be bent from there.
A little bit more information about Rayne's waterbending skills can be found in Chapter 15.
I dedicate this story to all of the awesome people who read and commented. Thank you so much for your amazing feedback and wonderful comments! I have read every single one, no matter how long or how short, but I don't want to spam myself by replying to every single comment, so I'll just say a big 'thank you' to you here. (:
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The water and bread was served on a metal tray, blackened, rusty and slightly out of shape from the constant usage. The person serving it hastily closed the door right after he put down the food, not giving me any chance to escape. Not that I could. This place was filled with security guards patrolling around, cameras lurking in every corner. I wouldn’t stand a chance against the huge muscular guards. Even if I did escape, this place was so huge that I would probably get lost.
I was locked in a small room. It felt like a prison cell, with four plain white walls and a sturdy electronic door, which I figured out after some observation, opened when you keyed in a certain six-digit passcode. I tried to look at the passcode when the guard was keying it, but the guard had pressed the numbers with one hand, while shielding his keying hand with the other hand.
The walls seemed freshly painted, stark white and spotless, except for a few hairline cracks along the corners. I wondered if the walls were strong enough... if the walls were old, I could probably use water to loosen the tiles, then move away the tiles and creep out.
It seemed quite impossible, as I didn't have much water to begin with, but I continued with it anyway. I peeled and scratched away a tiny portion of the paint layer, and to my disappointment, it revealed not a brick wall, but a dull cement wall.
I sighed at my slim chances of escaping from here. I poked at the stale hard bread, wondering if it was even edible. It was probably harder than stone, and that was saying something, because I had eaten a piece of three-day old stone-hard bread before.
I picked it up and threw it at the wall, out of boredom. Nothing happened. The bread bounced off the wall and fell onto the floor, rolling towards me. I sighed again, putting the bread back on the tray. I wasn’t in the mood to eat anyway. Instead, I thought about life. About how it sucked. About how my brother had been taken away from me, never to be seen again. About how I was captured, like my brother, and how I was trapped in this place, this prison.
The thought of my brother struck a chord in my heart, bringing tears to my eyes. My brother was like a parent to me, a parent I never had. My parents died when I was very young in a tragic ‘car accident’, or so I was told, and my brother and I were adopted by our aunt.
The typical "evil step-mother" story applies, with the "step-mom" being our aunt. Aunt Harriet never liked my parents, and naturally, she didn’t like us either. She was being forced to adopt us, being listed as the ‘next-of-kin’. She treated us like strangers, not showing care or concern towards us at all, even forcing us to pay the ‘rent’ for staying at her house. My brother had to work part-time, paying for our lodging, food and basic necessities. Eventually, when I was old enough, I started working part-time too, but even so, the measly amount we earned from working was just enough for us to survive. Fortunately, the government sponsored our school fees, easing our load. Still, life was tough.
I only hoped my brother was safe.
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|Alex Mckee||as Julian|
|Tom Guinness Taylor||as Elian|