So needless to say, I have a thing for Zuko. If you didn't guess that by now... you have a mental state issue that needs to be dealt with forthwith. If you don't understand any of that, it means 'get your ass to a brain doctor ASAP you retarded piece of crap.'
Okay, now that I'm done translating for the dumber half of the Zuko fangirls, I'll rant for another half page just to prolong this prologue to the story. Nee hee hee. Well, okay I won't rant for that long but I do want some things cleared up before I begin and probably a bit afterward as well:
There may be points in the story where my character will seem a bit Mary Sue-ish, and I ask that if that annoys you to please be patient. I had a bit of a problem choosing certain details and such, and if you want an explanation as to why she is the way she is, I'll explain it to you as best I can but hopefully I'll be able to put the reason in the story, or at least hint at it. I'll see what I can do to make her less Mary Sue-ish, but I can't make any promises.
Also, if you can try to keep the flaming to a minimal, that would be great because I do have a tendency to bite people's heads off when they get all aggressive in their opinions and attack me like I'm the worst storywriter on this side of the planet, and I know for a fact I'm not. The worst lives only two blocks down my street... quite literally. So please be gentle with your opinions. I'm not asking you to stroke my ego, I do enjoy a critique once in a while, but when I get one like "OMFG, you're character is such a Mary Sue. I mean, she obviously has a thing for Yuki and that little speech of hers couldn't make the new arrivals to his fanclub quit... blah blah blah." That was something I got when I tried writing a Fruits Basket fanfiction. I hate girls who think they know what is going to happen in a story. She said something that would have turned the new and less loyal members of his fanclub, which wouldn't be many, away. And actually, my character wasn't supposed to like Yuki, he was supposed to be like a brother to her... a very close brother. She was supposed to gain feelings for Hatsuharu but those girls were all like "I can have my friend rewrite your story for you. She's really good." That really made me mad. It's my flippin' story. No, I don't want someone else to rewrite it for me. How about I go through your shit and take out what I think is unnecessary, and then leave nothing but a little note saying "Go fuck yourself" or something? So STFU you ego-filled, blimp-headed whiny little bitches. I'll kill you.
... Okay, that steam is released, thanks for listening to that little rant. I hope you'll be more patient with me than those girls were. I swear, it just makes me angry to think they thought they had the right to be like that to me. Anyway, before I get any more steamed I'll start the story. Oh yeah... the girl in this story is my character, so don't take her without my permission. Now then, on with the show.
CHILD OF SKY
Prologue
A young woman of sixteen years sat upon the soft and as the sun faded beneath the watery horizon, reflecting the bronze and crimson sky. The world would fall into darkness soon, and her family would have dinner set by then.
She stood, gathering up her sandals before heading home. This sunset was unusual to her, for it was more brilliant than any other before it. She paused in her leave to cast one final glance at the living tapestry in the sky. Yet in that glance she noticed something that seemed out of place in that sky. Something fell from it like a meteor, cutting through the wind that surged around it in fury. At a closer glance, she noticed the falling object was actually a person!
Falling closer and closer she could make out the being's features. It was a young woman with waist-length silver hair and fair, pale skin. Her eyes were concealed behind closed lids. Staring at this being in awe, she was struck with the sudden realization that this was no ordinary person. This person was herself!
The ground beneath her seemed to melt away, tipping her off balance. She fell back, watching her sky fall away as she sank into an ocean of darkness. Deeper into that abyss, she plummeted. The sky above fading into darkness. She cried out, but no sound came. Was she breathing? The sensation and the sound of her breath had vanished just like her sky. There was neither heat nor a chill in this land of shadow. Was this what they called death? How had she died? Had she taken her own life? Or had she... been killed?
A light glistend like a tiny golden star in space blossoming into a brilliant and overwhelming light which had soon overcome all her senses as she passed through it to the point she had no choice but to tightly shut her eyes. Even as she did this, she screamed in flesh-searing agony as her entire body felt as if it were being consumed by flames.
The fiery sensation soon melted away, and she could feel the cool, refreshing and gentle wind carress her cheek playfully if but for a moment before it suddenly rushed past her in a fury. Opening her eyes she suddenly gasped. Still she plummeted, except this time it was toward a massive body of water. And yet even as she fell, she was taken by an eerie and overwhelming calm. As if she somehow sensed that this was not the end... yet the beginning of something bigger.
Closing her eyes, she was recieved by the ocean's watery breast as a child to it's mother where she receded into the darkest recesses of her own mind: unconsciousness.