As a child, Kyoshi was never normal. She was a social outcast, a loner. The girls giggled at her when she walked past, the boys were scared of her. Who could blame them? Kyoshi was frightening. She was tall and burly. She had the figure of a man and feet the size of a Armadillo Lion. Her voice was deep and her attitude was far from what was expected from a girl of her age.
Kyoshi longed for acceptance, but at the same time she knew that she was special. Her mother had told her so before she died. Kyoshi would repeat those words when she walked past villagers who pointed at her and laughed. They thought she couldn't hear their whispers, but s