PROLOGUE : LOVE IN THE EMBERS


They say time changes things. Time changes personalities, characters, decisions made... Opinions... Feelings... Aspirations and dreams. With time brings a natural change. Like how the leaves change colour through every season. How an attitude of an infant to an adult shifts. How an affections towards someone sometimes fade or change course. Suddenly new choices are made... New roads revealed. Fate and destiny clash as violent as any natural disaster. In an instant... The past and memories are looked at in a different way... A different manner.

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Two years have passed since the occurrence of Sozin's Comet. Its blood red skies casting a fiery glow upon the Nations like scarlet power from a Spirit… Then peace...the return of normality to the atmosphere. Two years passed since the final sibling rivalry-driven Agni Kai for the Fire Lord's crown. When fires of both red and blue hues clashed violently in a comet-enhanced, vicious duel that was to be spoken of in the coming decades and then repeated some more as a piece of history. A flash of lightning and a near death experience. The intervention of another Nation…that probably saved the lives of millions...

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The final historical battle between the Avatar and the malevolent Phoenix King. How a punishment worse than death had been put onto the once power-hungry tyrant in the end. Finally releasing every Nation from cruelty and subjugation that had been oppressed onto them for so many years. Salvation and freedom is then celebrated with great vigour.

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Two years have passed since a new reign to a new future. A new world of peace, harmony and balance. Ruled with justice, fairness and honor. Fire Lord Zuko and Avatar Aang had finally managed to bring a great union between the Four Nations…despite some difficulties and hardship along the way... Nevertheless duties had been fulfilled, unbroken promises done… Finally four became one.

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And two years have also passed since the appearance of a new scar against a pale canvas. One marked of great honor and loyalty. One marked with sacrifice…for a friend. Then healed by the calmness of a tranquil yet unforgiving element, leaving only but a mark that resembled the one on the left side of his face. Forever imprinted, leaving only memories.

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But was that really all that was left of it? Had nothing else blossomed from that impulsive action? Did that memory ever unveil something that had been deeply hidden in one's subconscious until finally-realization ensues? Will something finally birth from underneath the ashes and the Embers?


This is my second Zutara FF... Trust me, there a few more on the way. Just thought I'd get something else out in the open. Hope you enjoy it as the chapters add up! Till then...

~Jenna