Betrothal
Prologue
"This would unite our kingdoms causing us both to rise high in strength and power; we could end this war," said a deep rustic voice from behind a wall of flames.
"But how do we know it'll even work? Many people would never accept a marriage between a Water nation girl and a Fire nation boy," said an old woman dressed in blue robes. She looked down at the sleeping infant girl wrapped in a blue blanket, sleeping in her mother's arms, as her son and daughter-in-law stood beside her. Her gray eyes then traveled to look at the two-year-old fire prince, playing peacefully next to his mother, sitting outside the wall of flames that concealed the Fire Lord from view.
"We know, but it should be a risk worth taking if we're to ever want peace among our nations," said the voice of the Fire Lord once again from behind the wall of fire that had dimmed down enough to reveal his shadowed figure. "I don't want my son to grow up knowing nothing but hatred and war, and to never learn anything else."
"As we want the same for our daughter," said the old woman's son from beside her. He stepped forward and looked back at his mother, then at his wife and his sleeping baby girl. In the corner, he caught sight of his son Sokka playing beside his mother, like the fire nation prince was. The man smiled, then turned to face the Fire Lord. "We understand all that you are saying but I must ask, since I am the leader of the Southern Water tribe, why did you pick us? We are not as big or as powerful as the North Pole and surely the Leader there would have agreed to this." The Fire Lord shook his head.
"No we will not ask them. Something in my blood tells me that our children have great destinies that lay ahead of them; destinies that they must intertwine together," said the Fire Lord. And with that, the Fire lord and Southern Water tribe leader signed a document officiating the Betrothal between Katara of the Southern water tribe and Prince Zuko of the fire nation.