I don't own avatar. If I did I certainly wouldn't need to put these stories online.
Buried
They told her to protect them. They told her she was the one who would save them, the marks on her cheeks proved her heritage. But destiny said that was not to be.
When they came, she tried to stop them, she fought. She kicked, and she screamed, did anything she could to save her village. The soldiers just laughed as they bound her hands, shackled her ankles. They made her watch, watch as the massacred everyone in her village. The people looked at her with betrayal as they were shuffled before her. You were supposed to protect us. The last thing they saw were her tears as they bled out at her feet.
Now everyone was gone. Left alone in the ruins of her home, the young protector stood, sweat pouring down her face as she heaved the shovel again and again, dirt falling over the people she had loved.