Modern Au
Jinora
She loved reading. It was as simple as that. Reading meant travelling into worlds people could only dream of and it was her own way of preparation of life. It's a bit weird and probably not uncommon. A book can teach you lessons through another person's eyes that you could never learn. It gives you knowledge and even a sense of relief when a conclusion is reached, something that many people do not even achieve.
This was her passion. Her way of fitting in by becoming the typical bookworm while at the same time not. The only thing that stopped her was her own story. She wanted to have a good one, one with a journey and a jump or two. She had read countless biographies of amazing people and her goal was to someday do something that would affect someone somehow. She barely had a clue how to start. In her story there had not yet been any big climaxes or mysteries, it was just the prologue. She could hardly imagine what the ending would be like. Would she grow up to be a kind person? What would she have accomplished? Would there be any new characters joining her in her story's plot?
Perhaps that was the mystery; finding the person, the companion that she could always rely on. But she could wait. The big quest could start in a day maybe even a year but she didn't mind. The anticipation for that chapter in her life was enough for now. She could just rely on her books to give her preparation to what she would face in the future.
Like before, I said she wasn't just a bookworm; she did as much as she could so that she could fulfil her role. As the eldest daughter of a leader figure in her community she was expected to be the next to take the job. She was a good person; she did what was expected of her. But sometimes it felt like it wasn't enough. She felt that there was more she could do, more that she wanted to do. But she didn't know what.
She and her siblings rarely left the gates of their community and whenever her father's brother and sister returned home for a visit they brought great tales of what lied just beyond the boundary. All the one-on-one accounts her aunt and uncle faced with life and death sounded much more appealing than the duty and responsibility she held in her home. She waned to escape and travel; see and learned as much as she could.
But for now she has to wait.
