Here is a story that I've had on my computer for a while. It was originally an A:TLA AU/OC but I changed it a bit to be an AU/ZUTARA.

Disclaimer: I don't own A:TLA that goes to Nickelodeon.


Getting into bed the young girl looked out the window towards the moon. Praying silently she asked the same wish tonight as she did every night:

"Bring her home safely."

As she began dozing a loud crash came from the hall. Being careful to make no noise she enters the hall and watches as her father walks back towards his room supporting her mother.

"Daddy…" she spoke barely above a whisper.

"Go get a healer, now." he ordered.

Slipping her shoes on she ran as fast as possible into the small village at the bottom of the hill. Dodging objects in the alley she ran to the healers. Frantically beating upon the door, an elder man opened and taking one look at the girl he grabbed his cloak and boots. Without a word they ran up the hill to the quiet house upon it's crown.

The healer went to the parents bedroom, the girl followed only to be stopped at the door as her father denied entry. Leaning against the cool wall she slid to the floor. She never looked up when a large body sat beside her, she never attempted to remove the arm that held her shoulders. She just remained still as a stone looking at the barren wall before her. After what seemed like hours the door opened and the healer left. Never once looking at the couple on the floor, just left the house without a word.

The older woman stood and went into the kitchen while the girl crawled to the ajar door. Peering in, her violet-blue eyes pieced threw the darkness searching what little of the room showed. She found her father sitting bedside, he held her mothers hand within his. His body was leaning over the bed, his face looking downwards, the young girl could see the his shoulders shacking with silent sobs as he mourned the passing of his beloved.

Once inside her room, she laid on her bed and curled into a fetal position keeping her knees close inside. She finally allowed the tears to come, slowly at first they moistened her checks then moved down to the pillow and her knee caps. Soon the body wracking sobs came the tears streamed down from her eyes creating little salty pools on her pillow. The young girl wasn't sure when she finally feel asleep but the night-terrors kept her sleep rushed and disturbing. The next week went by in a blur as the preparations for the funeral were made.

The entire town was draped in black cloth, the market was closed, houses were void of families, even the small tavern inn was emptied. At the waters edge of town was a coffin on a funeral boat surrounded by hundreds of flowers, a group of towns people played a beautiful tune full of love and sorrow while the mourners payed their last respects. After the ceremony the soldiers pushed the boat into the icy water of the south pole.


4 years later, a masked demon holds the dagger protruding from her stomach, she looks at her opponent an older man with horribly long side burns. He stands before her with a devilish grin of triumphant as he closes in on the wounded creature. Looking around at the growing amount of soldiers that are slowly trying to surround her and their commander. She chances a glance back and watches briefly as the waves crash against the side of the ship. Turning back to the commander the demon tilts her head slightly in a mocking gesture before turning and jumping into the icy water below. Cursing his bad luck Zhao ran to the side and looked down into the water. Seeing nothing but the rushing waves below he turns back to his crew barking orders to continue course.

A black and red mask sinks slowly down into the water as a black cloth garbed female is being pulled up and down within the water as the waves rise and fall moving her farther away from the war ship.

It's cold, so cold. Is this what death feels like? Damn now I can't avenge you, it looks like he's gotten us both, I'm sorry mother.

The waves smacking against her body slowly dragging her under, the moon high in the sky shone upon the waters. Taking one final deep breath as the waves lift her to the sky's, the masked demon looks once more upon the moon, eyes filled with hatred as she slips into unconsciousness.


I added a little more to the introduction, I felt it was a little to short and didn't give you anything. So here is the edited longer version. Please enjoy and read/review.