This is my first Avatar the last Airbender story featuring my OC, I had this idea in mind for ages but never had time to put words to papers so there it is. First the prologue, short but I will post the first chapter soon after.

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Song recommendation: Kate Simko & London Electronic Orchestra - xx Intro

Disclaimer: I do not own the Avatar characters.

Prologue: War Tales 軍記物語

A storm swirled and rumbled over the fire nation. It was the middle of the night when lightning struck loudly and a little girl was abruptly awakened from her sleep. Screaming in fear, her mother heard this and ran to her room.

"Mommy, I'm scared of the storm" she spoke softly, hiding her face in her bed sheets. It was always like this during a big storm, the little girl always feared them -especially at night.

The mother approached her and sat by the bedside, gently patting her head in comfort. "Do you want to me to stay with you for a bit."

The little girl hugged her mother tightly, "Tell me a story mommy."

"About a brave hero?" she asked curiously.

The little girl nodded and the fear in her eyes was replaced by excitement. She sat by her mother and began to listen.

"From the forbidding heights of the fire nation's Tail Mountains which wind their way to a hidden village, in its shadow lived proud and strong people. They who were descended from the great spirit of Raijin, they who were destined to protect our home land."

The little girl chuckled, followed by a hushing noise from her mother. What the young girl loved to hear most of all were the tales of antiquity. With wide eyes and open ears, she would sit as her mother would tell the tales of the old warriors, and how the spirits had come to share their powers with them. Of how the humans and spirit lived divided and of how the Avatar had guarded the nations and the spirit world, he of mighty power, came to dwell amongst the mortal world and the spirit world as the protector, giving rise to the times of peace with each reincarnation.

The mother continued "And among the village lived a boy born for great things. A full measure bigger and quieter than most youths his age, one of five brothers was possessed of a fearsome strength that rivaled that of a full-grown warrior. He could carry a half-dozen pails of milk with ease, and wield an axe twice his size as if it were a hatchet. So talented was he that he often joined the men in their hunts, leading them to laugh and proclaim that he was destined to be named the most radiant…" the mother suddenly stopped her tale as she heard footsteps coming towards the room. Her husband walked in with a displeased look on his face.

"Let her be, it's just a storm." He spoke firmly, not leaving his sight from the mother. He ushered her to leave and she kissed her daughter's forehead and whispered in her ear "Fear is only as deep as the mind allows."

"I told you to stop telling her these ridiculous made-up tales. Who will she grow up to be? Scared of her own shadow, with her mother trying to brave and save her from the smallest things!" The father raised his voice but hushed quickly to not allow the little girl to hear.

She was left alone in her dark room, thinking of the story and how it ends, giving her courage to endure this stormy night.