Ok sorry I know that this is my third prologue but I just can't get it right! Reginastar gave me a good idea to shorten the whole thing so I did…bah. And I am sorry for all my errors and grammar mistakes. I mean come on I know better but I was just being careless. I'm going to try and do better and not rush so you guys won't yell at me.
So anyway this prologue is Kataras Gran-Gran speaking (thanks for the tip Boylessgirl52941) Yes I was saying "Gram-Gram" Gosh I have been stupid lately! So again I'm sorry and I am so happy you guys are reviewing! Keep it up I love it! And I am trying not to take constructive criticism as harsh 'I hate it' Simon Cowel clone stuff…but constructive criticism is welcome anyway! I need all the advice I can get! But thanks again and I hope that this will become a famous Avatar story!
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Prologue
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My granddaughter was always a lovely girl. She was full of life joy and energy at all times. Most came to admire her in our village. Her name was Katara of the Southern Water Tribe; born of Aki and Remu. Her mother was a fair waterbender and taught Katara many things of the bending ability. They were the closest I had ever seen mother and daughter because of their talents. Her brother Sokka was closest to their father Remu; a fine warrior in our village that Sokka aspired to be.
Ok…Yes I know this is the third Prologue
I remember the day I found out whom my granddaughter really was. Though I did not understand why the spirits placed this burden upon her shoulders. Her life would become complicated and confusing with this; curse or blessing I'm not sure. She was too young to know, she had to have been.
I suppose I should explain myself for my rambling. A long time ago before there was any war or conflict our village had a special being. Her name was Mora and she was supernatural if you will. She was a beautiful mistress of the spiritual forces, an angel on earth if you will. Everyone in all elements admired the Water Tribe woman for her wondrous works.
Then it happened, the day of fate. Mora was in the Fire Nation for a visit when she came upon a sick Prince of the Fire Nation named Aun that was in fatal condition. She was asked to commence a slow likely healing process on him by the Fire Lord. She felt pity upon the Prince of the Fire Nation, so she took the job to heal him.
Over the time they spent together in this healing process they began to grown fond of each other and soon it blossomed into love. When he was healed the Prince asked for her hand in marriage.
She accepted and they flourished in their happiness of each other in the palace. But their joy did not last. Aun was murdered by a man named Resbuto who claimed he loved Mora with all his heart. But Resbuto was an evil man, power hungry and full of hatred and greed. He too was spirit blessed but combined with the dark forces. Mora was devastated that the mortal love of her life was gone and that even with the all the spiritual forces she had she could not reverse Resbutos awful dark deed.
Mora grew in anger when Resbuto proposed to her. She pulled up every ounce of magic she could to banish him from her land which at the time was still Fire Nation. He swore to her that he would have her no matter what.
Despite that the Prince was now dead Mora was considered a Princess to the Fire Nation. They claimed her as new royalty to the throne and she accepted it. Even after the war began they could not renounce her royalty because of their love for her.
She died years after the war began never having to rule and decided that to fulfill her destiny of joining Water with Fire she needed to reincarnate herself in future female generations of her Water Tribe family. And no one has ever heard of her since, until now.
I knew that Mora rested in my grandchild the moment she was born. She had deep purple eyes for only a moment, but I know what I saw. Mora had deep purple eyes; the only ones you would ever see ever; and Katara had shown signs along her childhood as well. She would have nightmares in the middle of the night that matched Mora's life almost perfectly. Also, she never truly hated the Fire Nation; I always noticed she tried to hate them but secretly I knew she couldn't.
And then I took it upon myself to tell her.