Author Note: Here is the Prologue to my first FanFic! I'm so excited to start this journey with you all, and how better than to start it off with a little Zutara! I truly hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have had writing it! Reviews/Feedback/Advice is also greatly appreciated! :)

Summary: AU Where Katara and her mother are taken captive aboard the Southern Raiders ship, to be brought back to the Fire Nation where she befriends the most unlikely of person…the Prince. Life has its obstacles, but they know they can get through it as long as they have each other. Follows original plot line pretty close other than the fact Katara is raised in the Fire Nation.

Warnings: Rated M for: Character death, Violence, Language, Eventual Sexual themes. More warnings to come if needed! If you don't like this then don't read!

Pairings: ZukoXKatara, maybe more to come:)

Disclaimer: I don't own ATLA, no profit is made by this story. Characters, the ATLA universe belong to Mike and Bryan. Quotes/Song Lyrics belong to there respective writers.

Final Note: In this Fic Katara's mother Kya is alive, the Avatar Does exist and will be mentioned later on. Chapters may get long, cause I have this problem with cutting myself off when I get going Lol. Updates should happen once or maybe twice a week depending on how the story takes on. On that note, Enjoy Fate or Destiny!


"The mind has a thousand eyes. And the heart but one; Yet the life of a whole life dies when love is done." -Francis William Bourdillon


Prologue

"What a wonderful thing the mind of a child is. It is the one place where sadness holds no prisoner. It is safe, warm, and beautiful. It is this way for some years, until they grow up and they begin to understand the tragedies of the world. A child is innocent, pure, until the minds that are corrupted come and pollute their every thoughts…" the old man sighed as he finished reading his favorite line from the book he's been caught up on for years. The author was some sort of genius, it amazed him how truthful the teachings are.

He looked around his hut with a calm peace settling over him. This is his home, and has been his whole life. The familiar smell of burning wood and the sight of the many pelts that adorned his walls were the imprints of home in his mind. His eyes caught hold on to the dirty old mirror to the left of his tent, cracked and spotted from the many years of use. He looked at his reflection. Oh how years have come upon his face. Wrinkled dark skin, hollowed cheeks, spots covering the once handsome young man of his youth. Hair the color of the snow that was falling at that very moment outside his hut. Only one feature remained the same. His eyes, still the vibrant golden yellow that reflected his years of adventures, memories concealed inside them of a time long ago.

The old man rose from the pelts he sat on, and ventured his way toward his huts opening. Reaching down he took hold of the pelt that separated him from the outside, gently folding it back. The cold South Pole Air hit his face in the flurries of snow that began to suck its way into his home. They bit at his nose and turned his cheeks pink, though he paid it no mind, it was something he loved about his home.

He soon spotted the children playing a game in the fresh snow, only the great moon above paying witness to the secrets they spoke. He smiled at them. They reminded him of his own children in their youth. Spirited, wild, and as the book said, uncorrupted.

"Come, come here dear children, sit down by the fire and listen to the stories of your ancestors." said the old man in his old leathery voice. He walked slowly to the booming fire whose flames reached high into the night sky. The children followed him to the fire and sat down by him. He looked up to the dark night sky, automatically spotting many familiar constellations that made him gently smile to himself. This is true freedom he thought. The night breeze that surrounded him still sent shivers up his spine.

The three children, none older than the age of ten watched with yearning eyes at the wrinkled old man who began to tell the stories they have been so anticipating. Each child had the chocolate brown hair of his daughters, and his tribes, accompanied by two blue globes, one yellow that stared at him with hope.

"In a time of deep sorrow there was also deep love." He began. The children hung at his words, waiting for more. He sat crisscrossed by them and coughed.

"A world in war did not stop the fated pairing of two whom never were destined to meet." He said, then remembering when his own grandfather, the one who was the only proof of this love, the one product of this tortured romance sat him down on a wooden log by a family of turtle ducks, and a field of fire lily's grew, to tell him what he was telling his grandchildren now.

"They met in a way that was only the outcome of other forces at work. They fought like siblings, they protected one another like the best of friends, they understood what was best for the other like a loyal warrior, and lastly... they loved each other with a fire so powerful it would put the eternal flame to shame." He said quietly, with a faint smile growing on his lips. The children looked ready for more, leaning foreword with parted lips.

"Now my dear grandchildren, let me tell you the story of your ancestors, my grandfathers parents, your great, great, great grandparents, the star crossed lovers…" he smiled, and with one flowed movement, almost as graceful as water bending, his hand caught the flame, fire bending it in a way only a master could, until he was satisfied at his work, his hands stood still as three words burned in pillars above the children…. Zuko and Katara.


A/N: Heres the prologue! Chapter One will be up shortly! Review/Feedback greatly appreciated!