Hey guys! So in honor of The Legend Of Korra coming out Saturday, I'm gonna write this story Here's chapter 1! :D
My name is Mara. I didn't used to like my name all that much, until my mother told me why I was named Mara. It was after one of her best friends, and, in my opinion, one of the greatest women to ever live.
Her given name was Naomi. She was the leader of the original resistance of the Fire Nation. She was captured and tortured 7 times, but she never gave up, managing to escape 6 times. During her 6th visit to the Boiling Rock, she had to watch her loved ones die in front of her. After her escape, she changed her name to Mara, meaning "bitter". Thus, my full name was Mara-Naomi. So you see, I was doomed to a hard life from the start.
You would think being a kind-hearted fire bender in these times would be hard enough. Nope: I was the Fire Lord's daughter. No, not the haughty-looking one standing front and center with the commanding gaze and regal bearing. Look to the right a little. Down some..there. See the blonde girl almost hidden behind the others with the hazel eyes? Yep, that's me. The youngest, almost forgotten daughter of the royal family. Almost.
I almost wish I had been completely forgotten about. Then I wouldn't have had to deal with the bullying. Having completely different looks from the rest of my family, many people considered me as being from a different father. But I knew that, however unfortunate the fact may be, I was Ozai's daughter. My mother told me so, and I had also inherited one trait from him:
skill at fire bending.
But of course, no one but my mother noticed when I created my first fireball, or mastered my first complicated firebending move (both before even Azula!). I was just the assumed bastardized child of my mother and some manservant. However, most of the people of the Fire Nation liked me, since I was actually kind to them and didn't burn their houses down (cough cough. Azula and Zuko. Cough cough).
One good thing about my Fire Nation life, however, were my friends. A few times a week, or whenever I could get away, I would shoot off a green flare, racing into the Capital City's Harbor District to meet them, near where they lived.
Today was no different. After a particularly harsh yelling-at by Azula, I excused my self for a "walk in the garden", and snuck away. I shot up the flare from the tower, and was now waiting for them all to arrive.
One by one, they began to show themselves: Smellerbee, Pipsqueak, Longshot, The Duke, and lastly, my best friend, Jett. (A/N: In this story, Jett and the freedom fighters are good guys ) Jett had helped me through some tough times, and was like my older brother. He was the only person at this point and time I could tell ANYTHING to.
"What's up Mara?" he asked, sitting down and completing our circle.
"Azula." I replied. "Apparently I 'cleaned her room wrong'" We laughed.
"Why do you even go through it?" Smellerbee asked.
"Seriously! Just give her a smack in the face with a fireball!" The Duke added. Longshot nodded his consent solemnly. I cracked up.
This is why I loved these guys. Tell them the most depressing thing, and they'll find a way to make it funny.
After hanging out with my friends for the rest of the day, I went home. I sensed instantly something was wrong. The sense of foreboding increased when I saw an invitation to come to the throne room from my father sitting on my bed. I never got invitations from my father. For anything.
Something was terribly wrong.
I hope you guys liked it I'll post Part two of this chapter if I get some reviews ;D Till next time;
Brianna