Disclaimer; I own nothing of Avatar: The Last Avatar
Our story begins in the Fire Nation, prosperous and powerful. Now that the war is over, the nation is once again a nice, peaceful place. They have a lot of rebuilding to do, and a lot of relationships to repair with the other three nations, but that was nothing Fire Lord Zuko couldn't handle. After everything he had been through, he had more than enough determination and focus to make the Fire Nation a well-seen place again. Traveling the world on his search for the Avatar, seeing the war first-hand, it changed him. It made him want to change the way the rest of the world viewed the Fire Nation. He didn't want them to see it for how it was while his father was ruling it. He wanted to make a new name for himself and for his country.
It all began on a calm afternoon, now in the new era of the Fire Nation. It was still quite warm outside, but there was just a slight breeze that could give you goose bumps at just the right moment. The sun was setting, casting off vibrant shades of orange, yellow, red, and purple. They could be seen amongst the horizon or reflecting against the many bodies of water. It was a perfect way to end the day. A perfect beginning to what would be a perfect night, if it weren't for the evil lurking around. No, this perfect night was to be disturbed, disrupted. Its perfection would be misused, by some following their own selfish, evil intentions.