Yooosh first fanfic on ...excluding that particularly illiterate one I wrote when I was likr twelve under a different penname BUT not the point. D This is just the prologue. I totally don't own A:TLA so dun sue me kay. D:
PS: as;dfkjasdfsaf HALF MARY-SUE I KNOW. However, give this fic a chance. My random OC won't be paired off with anyone, promise. :3
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With the assuredness of a fool but the intelligent eyes of a wizened guru, the willowy damsel appeared somewhat daunting. Simply the way she carried herself with such confidence was enough to make a small child shiver. Her bright saffron gaze was constantly brewing with jovial but mischievous musing. Her long locks, fastened into a plump bun at the side of her head and secured with countless ribbons, were the color of a raven's feathers: black as the night, but when glazed in light, appeared to liquesce into a violet not unlike the hues of late twilight. As if those facets were not enough to faze even an indifferent civilian, her apparel was most odd. Though clad in merely many simple robes, the sheer number of layers of said garbs was nothing less than overwhelming. However, though these attributes were most unconventional, what drew many startled looks to her svelte form were the colorful strips of cloth that were haphazardly bound about her waist, wrists, and rotund coiffure. They snaked around her limbs with all the disheveled grace a ribbon could retain, and possibly possessed every color and pattern perceived by human eyes. There was a single phrase that could describe this strange woman's state: dressed to kill.
And, inevitably, this thus led to her fated encounter with the Avatar.
The young astrologer had always said the stars had it in for her.