A/N:- Don't own avatar. Though I do own the poem! Thats gotta count for something right? Right? Helooo?

After going through that village, and seeing all of that destruction, she wondered how life would be once the war had ended. She hoped what she was doing would help out people of the future, and that Aang, the young boy with so much weight on his frail shoulders would be able to stop this hundred year war.

She winced at the memory of the destroyed village. Would the fire nation stop at nothing? Seeing the mutilated corpse of that young child left her with a feeling of numbing hopelessness. How could people be so cruel? She hoped the war would soon be over, and that somehow, people could try and go back to the way life was before the whole war.

She looked down at the carefully folded piece of paper in her hand, which had a poem she dedicated to all those who had lost their lives to the war, and to those who survived it after a life time of oppression due to it.

Story of a Survivor

In the whisper of the breeze
A darkness I can see
And underneath the bleeding sun
A battle needs to be won


Inside of me a raging storm
Outside of me a peaceful form
Unable to understand
Who I am, where I stand
I can't decide where I belong
I'm doing right, but for reasons wrong
I'm trying not to think
But underneath I sink


In the silence of the scene
There is nothing for me to lean
And underneath the bleeding sun
A battle needs to be won


In my sleep I can see the grief
And I'm hoping, waiting for relief
All the pain that I can feel
And my deepest wounds need to heal
I can feel the nothingness inside
I need to find a place to hide
Without my fire burning bright
There is no hope, no ray of light

In the coldness I can feel
It gave me wounds I cannot heal
And underneath the bleeding sun
A battle needs to be won


In the silence whispers come
And once again my blood can run
In the darkness light arrives
And no longer of that am I deprived
In the storm the sun shines
So brightly that the thunder hides
And in the grief I am brought relief
And once again I can finally sleep


Now all the darkness has been killed
And the gaping holes been filled
So underneath the shining sun
My battle has finally been won.

True, the battle had not yet been won, but she hoped one day some of the oppressed can get back home and forget this war ever happened. She knew she hoped for a lot, but, after all, how could she abandon hope? It's all she had.

A/N:- Review. It makes the world a better place. And please don't be too hard on me. I was only eleven when I wrote this poem (right after the earthquake in Indonesia) and I really wanted to put it up somewhere. Then I got hooked on Avatar and realized how perfectly these two mesh. Oh! And a virtual cookie to the first person who figures out which two episodes I got the last paragraph from.