Hey! Welcome to my first fanfic :D! So yeah I have no idea what gave me the idea for this fic, I was just feeling particularly angsty so yeah xD. And it's not very long so, whatever xD. I hope you enjoy it and I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender.
The mist hung low over the stark wasteland, what was once a thriving city, had become an eerily, silent battlefield. The dark glow of fire kept its hand over the burning buildings, refusing to let go. Rubble of the once great city, lay in defeat, scattered among it were the lifeless bodies of the once great, Fire Nation. The Nation that was sworn to cast its fiery grasp on all the nations. The loud stench of death was deafening to those not used to it. But he was. He knew he shouldn't have been. He was a simple Nomad. To him and his extinct kind; everything was sacred, everything deserved life, happiness and joy. But that was long since gone, for the boy – no, he wasn't a boy, he wasn't that carefree, joyful, child anymore.
Living in those once bright stormy grey eyes, now would be nothing but a hollow stare, void of any emotion. He had long since given up on useless belongings like that; they were nothing but a distraction from his real target. The Fire Lord. His whole reason for being there was only to defeat him. The invasion plan took weeks, no, months to plan. Only to find; he had fled days before, leaving half an army of firebenders to distract the onslaught from their main aim. Aang stared, blankly, out over the horrific scene. As if death itself paid them a due visit. He had even lost those closest to him. Ones he never dreamed would one day fall. But they did, some remained though, fighting for the freedom, but all very hopeless. Fire, Earth and Water benders. They all spent so much time trying to be different from one another, only to find themselves under the same circumstances. Lifeless. Inert. Hollow.