No Good Side...
Zira sighed as she shooed the pig-chickens away from their protective seats over their nests. She had to collect the eggs for her mother before she went hunting for squirril-hogs and rabbit-voles. She filled the little egg basket quickly. She was used to this job.
She walked slowly toward the back door of her home which was located just outside a little fire nation colony. A colony she and her mother were a part of. A colony her father had been a part of before he was killed in the war leaving her to try to support her frail mother.
She tried her hardest to be strong because that's what her mother needed. Stability and strength. She sighed as she entered the door looking at the basket. "Ma! I got the eggs." Zira announced as cheerfully as she could. She turned around the corner to look at her mother and froze in shock.
Her mother was there. Sprawled on the floor with a puddle of blood spreading from her dented skull an chunk of stone twice the size of her fist lay there almost innocently except for a corner that gleamed with fresh crimson liquid. A man in a green soldier's uniform stood over her mother unapologetic. His eyes showed no sorrow, no compassion, no regret. Only dulled satisfaction, and triumph. As if by taking her mother's life he had won something.
A howl of grief and pain echoed in the air and it took Zira several seconds to realize it was her own voice that was producing the sound. Her throat closed around a lump that was impossible to swallow and tears cascaded down her face regardless of her wishes. Her wish to not show weakness in front of the soldier, no monster, that had taken her mother from her.
She dropped the basket and ran. She ran as fast as she could. From the soldier, from her mother's dead body, and most of all from the truth and what it meant for her.