Is There a Place in Heaven?

by Krystallenever

Never belonging somewhere and leading a lonely life was something she was used to now. Her only friend was the weapon she carried in her hand. It was the only thing she could trust and believe in during these times of war. She believed she could change the world with just herself and that sword. However, she was wrong. There was more to believe in despite the circumstances. ZukoXOC

1. Prologue

Is There a Place in Heaven?

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Avatar: The Last Airbender. This is a story inspired by the original made up for entertainment purposes only. - Krystal

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Prologue

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He was the only hope they had, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was the Avatar, master of all four elements. He was the one who could put a stop to everyone's misery by defeating the Fire Nation. She wanted to be him. However, she didn't believe in him. He was a god-like figure. She didn't believe in such myths. So she became what she wanted to be: a real person who would stop the ongoing war. She knew she was never be strong enough, but what she was doing gave people hope and a reason to resist. Besides, it was better to fight than to sit still if both lead to death anyways.

She wasn't the enemy. She was the Fire Nation. Her entourage never understood why she was going against her own people. She didn't want to confront them. She wanted peace. She lost faith in her nation and so she traveled to each and every land to help people in their fight against her people. She had a kindness and empathy that were no longer existent in the Fire Nation, especially among the elite. She felt no sense of superiority in comparison to other nations. She felt no pride in being feared. She felt less like the Fire Nation than her appearances suggested. Her long black silky hair and bright golden eyes were the only things that made her of the Fire Nation. However, the softness shown through her eyes were nothing like them. There was never any intention to kill coming from those eyes. There was warmth exuding from them. It was something inherent to fire, yet the fire people thought of now was the one that burned everything down to ashes.

She wasn't the enemy, but she became branded as one. She belonged nowhere. Her physical appearance betrayed her kindness as others would assume she was the enemy. Her own people placed a price on her head. Her fire started dying as she kept it hidden for so long. Her only friend was the sword she carried by her side at all times. She never let go of it, not even when she slept. She forgot what it meant to have a good night sleep. She couldn't recall the last time she interacted with someone normally. She forgot what it felt like to have a family. It was the sad life she had picked for herself. It was the tragedy she had written out for herself.

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End of Prologue

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I hope this will become a good read!

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xox

Krystal