A/N: (Yo I'm back and probably gonna disapear again cause I'm afraid of commitment, but for now I'm here until I'm not. I have decided it will follow the cannon timeline, but I'm not going to rewatch avatar again so it might have inaccuracies. If you're got a problem bite me. Actually please don't I will cry, anyway this will probably be a short experimental work.)
I sat staring at this little gremlin that is on the back of the woman named Fora. So much for no children. A month later you got nocked up and nine months latter you gave birth. What happened to the woman that was anti child. I rode with you for only a week before you ran to mom crying for someone else to watch over me. Sure I was annoying, but you started it. You insulted my honor. My poor dignity has yet to recover. Either way I've been giving the stink eye to Fora and the gremlin for the past two months. Anything that related to Fora is most definitely evil, despite it's cute pinchable face.
Speaking of face, mine has lost all baby fat. I was panicking at first thinking I was going to die, but turns out that the drink they have been giving me is like a hard-core steroid with out the side effects. I've only just turned one and I have a six pack. I can also speak and walk which I'm pretty sure isn't normal. almost 90 percent sure, but I've never had a kid myself so it could be.
Sense I clearly have the strength to carry my self and walk I was no longer tied to the back of a person. Instead I sat in my moms lap while she road the cammel lizard. Now that I can move around I got a better look at the cammel lizard. Its a giant lizard with a hump in the back. The cammel lizards can hold two people. One in front of the hump, one on the back. One to steer one to watch the rear. Couples usually ride together. If your single you would usually guide the supply lizards.
I figured out that the tribe I'm in is a bandit one. Imagine my surprise when I woke up and found my mom walk in with blood all over her and a broken sword in hand. That is not what I would call a fun day, but on the other hand props for her for showing a woman can butcher and kill just as well as a man can. SLAY QUEEN. I also realized she is the chief so once again she is fighting the patriarchy.
Now with her being the chief I expected better treatment as I am the young master, but that wasn't the case. If anything I was treated worse not by the bandits. Instead it was by my mother, she was a slave driver in every possible definition, I mean fuck she even cared a whip. She would make me train every day and if I slacked off, well the whip wasn't for show, don't forget I'm ONE years old. This shouldn't be possible under any circumstances, but somehow that drink that they call jombie that they feed to the kids makes it possible. I've tried to figure out how it works so I can expl - I mean learn about other benefits it may provide, but that information isn't even known to most of the tribe. It's actually only known to the chief and the medicine men. I would ask mom, but she seems scary and the medicine men are weird. They look like they are perpetually stoned, or smell weird. I've tried my damn hardest to stomach the smell, but cloth can only do so much, and if mom knew of my intention then I fear the consequences.
Besides that most of my life is traveling around and being taught how to handle animals. Turns out when I turn three I will start riding by myself. Depending from there I will be sorted into a job that fits me, either pack mule, scout, bandit, or medicine man. Personally they all seem bad. I would rather not get involved at all with this tribe, but I can't really run away yet. The desert is vast and I'm just a little baby, despite the gleaming six pack.
That being said the only thing I like here is Bamba the oldest member of the tribe. Dude is weird, but also totally metal. He is quiet most of the time and his back is hunched and he has a small stature, but I one time saw him during coming back from a raid. The dude wasn't small and hunched then, instead he was towering over everyone. It's like he grew three feet. I asked how that happened and turns out he flexed. That's it. He fucking flexed and he turned into the incredible hulk with muscles bulging and a wicked smile on his face. From that moment on I would befriend Bamba. He only spoke in grunts and small gestures, but I was making an impact on him. One day I asked how he got so strong and he replied in one word "Jombie". I tried to ask for more but he just grunted and walked away. From that moment on I drank as much Jombie as I could.
I drank so much that the tribe started calling me Jombie and when I turned one and it came time to name me they kept it. So I was Jombie the jombie adict. With the consistent and egregious consumption of jombie my body grew rapidly and I already looked like I was three.
Now back to the ride I saw Fora try to keep the gremlin in place despite her wiggling and it would have been adorable if not for the fact it was Fora and her child. I shivered at the thought of a Fora around my age that would truly be a sick joke by god.
Speaking of god, I don't think we have one or any in this world. I've heard people talking about spirits but it seems in my tribe we didn't worship them instead we hunted them. No clue why, but when asking Bamba about it he got a far off look in his eyes and ran a hand through some of his scars. I tactfully decided not to mention spirits again seeing what they did to Bamba. Anything that scares a giant killing machine is something I want to say far away from.
"Stop" Mother shouted to the tribe "We will rest here."
I inhaled in panic. It was time for training now that we stopped. I watched the other members walk off to set up tents while the warriors organized the kids. I walked over to the warriors with the other one to three year olds. I was one of the youngest but not the youngest and with my copious amounts of jombie I drank I didn't look like it. If anything looked like the strongest of the kids, but that was the problem. I was the top of the pack and every kid was trying to bring me down. Our training wasn't really training it was a free for all. We got wooden weapons and we're told to go at it and if we stopped for any reason we were punished, no matter the circumstances. Now kids with warrior parents usually performed better because they got private training with there parents, but every kid wanted to be on top, because the best preformers got certain luxuries as well as a place in the warrior caste and in a tribe of bandits they were the elite.
Being top of the pack caused a lot of problems because the rest would swarm me aiming to take me down so they could take my spot. Even if they couldn't keep it. Mom said she wouldn't force me to train with her as long as I held the top spot, and so each fight I fought as if I would die, because if I didn't I would die. Mom's training is nothing to scoff at last time I trained with her I wasn't able to move for the next week. So marching forward I walked towards the group of babling children. We lined up horizontaly an I took a place near the middle section and waited. A warrior walked forward and threw wooden weapons in the middle walked backed smiled and shouted
"BEGIN"