Introductions

"Kain Owen huh?" Maroq said with a hint of confusion in his voice, "Last names are usually only used by nobles of the fire nation or earth kingdom. What nation do you belong to?" He said with a hint of wariness in the last sentence.

'It seems that he doesn't trust me much as of now. Then again, I guess the hundred year war has made everyone far more cautious.' Kain replied, "I can't remember anything except for my name and that I am a waterbender."

Maroq looked slightly relieved after he heard that, but he still kept his guard up, "Could you please prove that you are a waterbender." He said while grabbing a bottle of water from the side of his belt and giving it to Kain.

He looked down at the bottle of water before opening the lid and seeing clear and clean blue water inside, 'I'm guessing that he wants me to bend the water out of the bottle. If the system really turned me into a waterbender then I should be able to do this easily. After all, taking out water from a bottle should be one of the easiest waterbending moves.'

He took a deep breath and slowly waved his arms. He was simply copying from what he knew of the show's waterbending, making graceful movements.

'God I hope this works'

He focused all of his mind into guiding the water out of the bottle with a motion of moving his hands upwards. At first it looked like nothing was happening, but water suddenly levitated out of the bottle in the form of the massive droplet.

He was elated at first but he suddenly frowned as he saw how shaky the droplet was. It looked like the droplet was close to falling apart and bursting any second now.

He used a downwards movement to send the water back down into the bottle before looking up at the relieved Maroq and saying. "That's enough proof right?"

"Yes, yes that's enough." Maroq said with evident happiness, "You are a waterbender. You were talking about losing your memories earlier weren't you? Yes, that would explain you asking about the date. It seems like you also lost most of your experience with waterbending alongside your memories. Maybe you suffered some sort of injury to the head? That's certainly happened before."

Kain's eye twitched as he watched Maroq keep talking, almost as if he was just rambling to himself, 'He looks like a war hardened brute, but in reality he seems to be quite smart... also quite talkative too. Hopefully he's as friendly as he is talkative.'

As Maroq kept rambling on, his wife Quiella began to look annoyed before she cut him off, "Alright that's enough dear, our guest just woke up let him rest for a bit will you?"

Maroq sheepishly scratched his head, "Sorry about that, I might have been talking a bit too much. I'll let you rest now."

He turned to leave but Kain stopped him, " Wait, I've been sitting in this bed for too long. I want to go outside for a bit."

Maroq chuckled, "Well if you feel better now you can follow me outside. I'll take you for a tour around town."

Kain nodded his bed as he got out of the warm comfortable bed. As he got up he realized that his clothes had been replaced with a warm set of blue water tribe clothes.

Quiella noticed him looking at his clothes and said while smiling, "I gave you an old set of Maroq's clothes, hopefully they fit you well."

He replied, "Yes it fits well, thank you miss Quiella."

Quiella laughed as she said, "Ah, don't call me miss, it makes me feel old, just call me Quiella. Everyone calls me that."

Kain felt a bit surprised, 'Both of them are so friendly, I hope everyone here is as cheerful as them.'

Kain followed Maroq as he toured him around his house. He observed that Maroq and Quiella had a two story house with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a big living room.

Maroq stopped in the living room next to a door that presumably led outside and said, "Well, you ready to go outside?"

As he was about to nod Quiella called out, "Wait a second."

As he looked behind him he saw Quiella holding what looked like a bunch of spiky fur and on top of it two pairs of black gloves.

"I thought that you might catch a cold. After all you'd need to live here for a long time to not catch one."

Not wanting to be rude he wore the gloves and held the spiky fur in his hands before realizing it was meant to be a makeshift scarf. He wore the scarf around his neck expecting the spiky parts to dig into his skin but surprisingly the fur just felt soft and warm around his neck, without any pain.

He walked up to where Maroq was and stood before the door. It was just a regular door, crafted out of wood. But he knew that behind the door would be a scene far beyond anything he would have seen in his previous life.

He remembered his parents, his sister, his friends, his school. All of that had been left behind after that one terrible accident.

He took a deep breath, and opened the door.