An old brainchild I've had for quite some time now. It is set a bit in the future and, so people don't ask, yes, Avatar characters will appear just not until a bit later. I'm hoping to actually finish this one as it's shorter.
This story is dedicated to my baby goat that passed away this morning. Rest in peace, Baby Jin.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avatar universe; that particular gift belongs to Misters DiMartino and Konietzko.
The Last Farmhouse
War and Peace
It had taken years to calm the fighting throughout the world. Even though the war had been dead for nearly eight years, the battles raged on by those who did not believe it would end. Both sides quelled the fights, breaking them up as though it was nothing more than a wrestling match between two siblings over a toy. Peace had been declared between the three nations and the recovering Air Nomads who were so few, it was rumored that they would eventually die out in a couple of generations. Avatar Aang was watching over the peace like a Dragon Hawk while trying to rebuild the past of his people. To many, peace had finally been restored to a war torn world.
But old grudges die hard. The rage of the war had not faded yet. Old wounds and disagreements festered. The result of the war had stretched the Fire Nation over the Earth Kingdom and many of the residents refused to leave what they now considered their homes. Fur was ruffled at even the slightest blight but people restrained themselves for the good of the nation. Only one can take so much though.
The darkest day since the war approached like a manticore in the night, striking fatally at the hearts of hundreds.