Prologue: Rising Sun
(A/N: Hello. My first FanFic. Been wanting to post for a long time. Oh, I do not own Avatar. But I can dream...and write this!!
Please note that all flashbacks will be in italics so no one gets confused. thanks)
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Wide open my life is now
I hide no more behind the mask,
And what you see is what I am
It's reality…
For too long I walked alone
I tried to prove that I was strong,
But now that part of me is gone,
And I am free,
Free to be…
Highly perched upon the highest crimson Fire Temple, out on an outdoor veranda elaborately adorned in red and gold, a lone young woman stands watching the sunrise over the Fire Nation. Her brown-red eyes catch the distant dawn rising over the mountain peeks and its golden rays flooding onto the rest of the fields and structures like molten lava. The sunlight catches her long ebony, unkempt hair as the soft breeze brushes across her scarlet clothing. She inhales the crisp morning air and lets out a shaking breath at what she was about to attempt. She vigilantly draws her broadswords from the sheath around her belt watching the blade sheen in the sunlight. She holds her blade at a steady stance, ready for what the world had to throw at her.
Sighing, she nodded to herself at the rising sun. Every dawn is a new beginning. This was the only chance she would have. She finally felt ready, as if the warmth of the sun on her skin was as reassuring as mother's kiss…
Withdrawing her sword slowly, she turned and entered the Fire Temple toward an outdoor cherry blossom garden; it was a royal burial place where two ornate graves rested adjacent to one another. The young burgundy-eyed woman bowed heavily toward the two graves. Placing a prayer to them, she stood dutifully lighting the candles and lanterns with swift, arm movements of fire bending. Finally, she whispered,
"Goodbye…"
She turned to embark on her journey and made her way to the docks that awaited her. Cautiously slipping on a mask of apathy, she boarded the waiting ship, silently praying to the Sun spirits that her Prince was still alive…
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(A/N: Well its short. Well...It IS a Prologue. Who is this mysterious girl? Find out! SHE BELONGS TO ME! Lyrics belong to music artist Rebecca St. James.)