Fire from the Past
An Avatar: The Last Airbender fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own ATLA.
Chapter 1
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Welcome to Fire from the Past! This is going to be a ZukoXOC... or perhaps it will end up as Maiko... who knows... I certainly don't and I'm the authoress! Enjoy!
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Zuko walked slowly down the hall. For some reason, he felt trapped within the red walls. Four years after the downfall of Ozai, he was enjoying a great life as Firelord of the Fire Nation. He had everything he had ever wanted, friendship, love, and his honor. In all the years since, he had enjoyed walking down the halls, which were no longer dark, cold, and unwelcoming. Yet, today he felt like something was pulling him somewhere.
Shaking his head in frustration, he opened the door to his room. The red decor greeted him. "Why is everything in this place red? Maybe I should consider having some stuff painted..." he thought to himself as he pulled off his shirt. He collapsed on his bed, falling immediately into his dreams.
Steam swirled around as 17 year old Zuko shot fireballs at the girl. She quickly pulled water from the stream, using it to block the attacks. Finally, the prince fell to his knees in exhaustion. "Had enough, Sparky?" the girl asked teasingly. Offering her hand, she pulled him up. "Damn water..." he muttered, blushing slightly from being defeated yet again. "Aww, don't be embarrassed Sparky. Next time, I'll fight fire with fire, kay?" He smiled, taking her hand. They began the walk back to the house, where Iroh was waiting.
Zuko sat up in his bed. Breathing heavily, he held his face in his hands. Why had he dreamed about her? He hadn't seen her since he was 17, and he had only known her a few days. Why now, over five years later, did he dream of her again? Sighing, he shrugged it off, and went back to sleep.
Zuko awakened in the bright morning light. He stood up, and walked to his mirror. Rubbing his eyes, he streatched. Then, he noticed something was wrong. His face was younger, more immature. His body was smaller, and less built. "What the--!?" he gasped as he stared at his reflection. He looked 17, not 21. "Good morning, Prince Zuko." A gentle, teasing voice came from behind them. He spun around, recognizing the voice immediately. It was her, wearing Fire Nation clothing, sitting on his bed. She hadn't been there before... "What?! Where did you come from?!" Her expression remained calm as she stood and walked towards the mirror. His eyes widened as she leaned forward and gently kissed him. She pulled away, just as his hands were reaching for her waist. Looking at him adoringly, she stepped into the mirror, disappearing into the glassy surface.
"AH!" Zuko screamed as he woke up. He quickly glanced around the room, dashing to his mirror to check. He was an adult again. "What is wrong with me?! Why am I dreaming about her!?" His fingers strayed to his lips. Why were his lips swollen? It was just a dream... wasn't it? "Of course it was a dream, idiot. There's no possible way it was actually her..." With this set firmly in his mind, Zuko pulled on his robe and marched to his uncle's chambers.
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