Okay so when I originally posted this Monday night, I uploaded the wrong document. Thanks to those who took the time to let me know because I had no recollection of this. Anyway, yes, this is an A:TLA story, taking place during the series/post-series. While the Avatar and his friends will play a part, I wanted to expand further on that I feel others went through at the time of war as well. It will eventually be Zuko x OC, but thinking about everything, including Jeong Jeong and the other members of the nations damaged by the war really inspired me to write this, since I've always wanted to. Hope you guys like it.
Heat.
The warmth reaching down into the deepest part of your core, flowing from the pure embodiment of the emotional current we all carry. It's a fuel, the heart source of pure, unadulterated rage, jealousy, hatred and pride. A tragedy of suffering, fear and ecstasy beyond the grasp of control. An infinite sea of passion, coupled with a fervency and vehemence unknown to any other, driven by a desire to each a penultimate eternity.
When I was young, I was taught that this heat, this fire, was a tool of madness. A devotion to the ugliest side of ourselves, an endless grasping out of despair to hand out to the very core of our being, only to find our heart source burnt up out of disgrace.