Author's Note: Hi to everyone out there! I've been gone a long time, but I'm back! I lost all motivation to write there for a while, but the muses have returned and with a brand new story to boot! Hopefully the next story I update will be one of my older unfinished works. Avatar:
The Last Air Bender is a brand new fandom for me to write in so I'm a little nervous about posting this. Fair warning, it's been a long, LONG time since I've watched the cartoon. I recently watched the movie (not really a great substitute though) and have been reading P.A.W.07's Reluctant Hero (it's awesome and I love it). Since this fic is basically drawing off of two sources there's probably going to be some sort of resemblance to P.A.W.'s work, but I'm trying to keep that to a minimum. I have their permission to use elements of their story though just in case.
One other warning, my head can be a weird, scary and sometimes violent place to be so this story is very, VERY AU/AR. If that doesn't bother you then I hope you all enjoy this! If it does, then turn back now!
DISCLAIMER- I do not own Avatar: The Last Air Bender or Reluctant Hero. Anything you recognize belongs to someone else that is not me.
On with the story!
Princess Zuka missed her mother. Her mother who taught he to glide like she was walking on air rather than the ground, how to flow like water while dancing, to stand firm in her beliefs, and then take that belief and turn it into the passion – the fire – she would one day need to lead her people.
Zuka missed her father too. She missed the man he was before mother had gone, before the Fire Lord became unable to stand her presence for long periods of time, before… before… just before! She missed the man who would tell her stories of past rulers of their land. The man who would let her sit on his knee during meetings and would teach her how to run a nation.
She missed her sister to a certain extent; however the basic personalities were too vastly different for them to ever truly get along.
She missed her country and its' people, culture and customs.
She missed the palace with its' secret passages and hidden rooms.
She missed home.
Of all the things the Princess missed, right now she missed her mother the most as she stared in shockhorrorworryconfusionFEAR at the poor crewman she had just blasted into the railing at the bow of the ship.
Mother would tell her that everything was alright. She'd be able to explain what had just happened. Would be able to offer a more reasonable theory than air-bending.
Something, anything, other than the possibility that Zuka was the Fire Nation Avatar.