Heeeyaa! I wrote a shorter story. You can read it here. :D Mostly because I was bored and when I listened to „Flow like water" I wanted to write something related to water. And maybe it's full of mistakes, but I like it!
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Water. The element of life and changes. But of course it can destroy, too. Like all of the other elements, water is dangerous, too. The girl shook her head. No. They are not dangerous. Only the people make them to dangerous. Fire destroys the forest, but makes the earth much more fertile, right? Floods can destroy, too, but it washes away everything bad and dirty. She smiled. Water is a female element, of course. Where a man hurts his children, his wife heals them. Usually. Why can't everything be so smooth, cold and giving like water? Her people have a gift as the Southern Water Tribe. The water has the power to break through the solid rock. To heal. To give life. And – she didn't know it for sure – her people will „break" this war,once with or without the Earth Kingdom. After that, they can heal the scars and injuries of the world, including the Fire Nations. It doesn't matter, how much she hate that man. Who took away the most precious thing in her she can't blame children because of their parents' falults. That wouldn't be fair. And water is forgiving. Right, not so easely. And she is water. She needs to be forgiving, too. She just need time. Except for him. To forgive him is impossible. She'll never forgive him. To that monster who took away her mother. And if she'll meet him... Well, that would be better for him if she won't.
The girl sighed and breathed the cold and salty air in and looked up to the sky which was full of stars. On nights like this she felt like her mother is still alive and she's holding her with her strong arms which never hit her, or her brother. She touched the necklace on her neck. Yes, she was still there with her... And she always will be. After all water surrounds us in every minute of our life. Clouds, rivers, rain, in every living body. It always was and always will be around and with us. Like the memory of a warm hug.
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Heh, maybe I'll write stories with fire, earth and air, too.