It was morning when it all began. Another lazy morning in Republic City. The sun was slowly rising behind the horizon like it always did. People were leaving for the jobs, some going by car and others by walking. The birds and hawks watched the usual Republic City commotion from the rooftops, and soon, the city was filled with its usual activity. But today was a special day to various teenagers in the town. Not because of the Probending tournament that would soon happen in the town's amazing arena. Not because of the anti-bending group known as the Equalists and their daily protests urging the population to rise up against the "bending tyrants". No, no, it was a special day for these teenagers because it was the last day of the holidays.
Tomorrow morning, many of the city's young men and women were going to enter Republic City's Bending Academy (located at the center of city, right near the Council) where masters of all different kinds of knowledge would teach them all they needed to know to become... well... masters. Apart from the bending classes, they would also have History classes, because, as the school's brochure said, "a master is someone that holds the key to all kinds of knowledge, and not just bending."
Every student and teacher had a different reason to be there. And every student and teacher, as they enjoyed their last day of "freedom", had no idea of the events that would happen in the following months. Events that would not only change their lives, but Republic City itself.
Kaizer yawned, lazily throwing another newspaper at a house's door. Unfortunately, holidays for Kaizer meant only much more work. As a newspaper delivery boy, he had to work every single day of the year. The pay was good, and it helped him afford his studies and his daily life with his aunt. As he threw another newspaper at another door, he glanced at a couple of kids gasping as they watched one of their friends waterbend.
"Wooooow!" said one of the kids. "Do it again, do it again!"
The center of attention was a small boy that was bending water in and out of a bowl, much to the applause and satisfaction of his young friends. Kaizer shrugged, remembering his childhood in the Northern Water Tribe, where every single day he had to train to perfect his physique and his waterbending. As he entered the city's center area, he hoped something fun would happen, something to make his last day of "freedom" different from all the others.