Now I am going to tell you the story of a girl and her scar. Now this may sound like a typical story about some girl who got hit or in some terrible accident. That is not the case though. Her scar was no accident and it was not just a hit, it was many. When Miya was a young girl she was walking in a field. She was letting her mind wander as her feet took her across the land. She didn't realize it before it was to late. She had closed her eyes soon before and now she had ran into a man. He was tall. He had a long beard and eyes that were as cold as ice. He yelled at her and called her an stupid brat. She was speechless. The man had gotten so angry, and she had only ran into him. He said that she needed to be taught a lesson. Then she saw the fire grow in his hand. She tried to run but he had a firm hold on her shirt. He brought his enflamed hand down and slapped her.

Her face was numb she had found some leaves and placed them on her face. She walked soundlessly as she walked back to her hut. After the man had slapped her, he left and told her to remember his lesson. When she got home her Mother and Father had been aghast and yelled at her. They called her a monster. Apparently when she was slapped with fire she had burned quiet a lot of skin around her left eye. They told her to go away. I don't why they were so heartless but they sent away their 15 year old daughter with a bandaged eye and a promise. 'To never trust again.'

Miya then spent 2 years on the streets. Stealing the food that she could and doing all that she could to survive. One day she found a mask. It cover both her eyes. She never took it off after that day. It was the only way to live without her shame. Her face and scar are what made her life fall to the lowest. After that she spent time mostly around ports and trying to find a job.

One day she met a nice old man. He said his name was Iroh and that his nephew needed workers on his ship. She accepted and Iroh brought her back to the ship. On the way there Iroh told her about his nephew. His nephew was Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation. Zuko was apparently on a mission to find that Avatar to restore his honor. She didn't really understand but she didn't ask questions. They finally made it back to the ship. That is where she met Zuko. The hot-head prince who was on a rant about how his uncle took to long and they needed to get back on the hunt for the Avatar.

Miya gasped. One thing that Iroh had not mentioned was that Zuko had a scar on his left eye. Just like hers. She didn't notice she was staring until Zuko yelled, "What are you looking at?"

Miya silently cursed herself then bowed and said, "I am sorry for staring Prince Zuko but I never thought that I would meet someone like me."

"What do you mean by that, girl?" Zuko asked demandingly. Miya slowly took off her mask and slowly stood.

"Someone with a scar like mine." Zuko and Iroh gasped. Zuko thought he was looking in a mirror. This girl had a scar like his. They both had them on their right eyes. Both men were frozen. Iroh was thinking 'Who would mark the face of such a beautiful girl.' Zuko was the first one to speak.

"You can stay on my ship as long as you work hard. Don't expect any special treatment just because you're a girl." With that he walked away to think in his room.

"Come on, I'll show you to your room." Iroh paused for a moment then said, "Throw the mask overboard. There is no need to hide your face anymore."

Miya walked over to the railing and slowly tossed her mask into the depths and followed Iroh to the crewmen's quarters.

And with the shutting of a door a new destiny was placed upon Miya and her new companions.