Author Notes: Okay, this was one of my very first fanfictions ever. This is more or less based around the story of the show itself with more of a personal touch. I will not, I repeat, will not be doing any OC/Canon pairings in this so no worries, but then again I'm letting on what mains do get together -wink-. Rated for later chapters. Oh and forgive the seriousness of the Epilogue, I promise it's to like this through the entire story. Oh and I fixed the whole 'Prologue' thingie...it was late and I was tired...oopsie!
Prologue: The princess of the storm
100 years ago
The rush of the wind and the howling of it flowing through the trees of the forest was growing more and more eerie as the skies above began to darken. Thunder rolled above the clouds like a ferocious beast roaring out from the heavens. Snarling and spitting in disgust at the nation below and it's sinful ways and wishes.
For so long the minds of the fire tribe had been on war. The idea of one was of course the counsels idea but rumors that the king was beginning to cave to the pressure were spreading like wildfire. The whispers and the grumbles and grunts had been going on behind closed doors beyond the ears of the guard. It was true that the fire nation was one of the most fierce and formidable of all four nations, they had given birth to so many more benders then others that they were becoming nothing more then warriors. Like true warriors though, they had many ambitious and this included a global takeover.
There were many people who objected to such a thing because the class system would be torn apart at the seems through the entire world and benders would become the nobles while normal people would be left as petty servants. Since there were more benders than ordinary citizens though, they were easily overruled.
The winds began to shoot through the bones of those still running outside, coming in strong and sudden bursts. It was going to be one of the biggest storms ever. Beyond this reason though, many people poured in their homes from the fear of one man. The one known as the Steel Rod of the fire nation, the one who had been the first in many years to master the art of lightening manipulation. He was a very horrible man, or that's what was said. He was hated for his second name 'The Cleanser'. He was one man who had given the people many reasons to fear the take over by benders. He was almost his own army, having wiped villages that had not given birth to benders in a certain number of years, or had destroyed homes of those who he thought to be deformities. People without the power to bend were people who were of no use, and people of no use had no purpose and just took up space.
Storms such as these were what brought him out, or he was what brought storms like these out. Either way it was a reason to hide. A top the highest cliff beside the fire nations empire, he stood. He was not very muscular, but what he lacked in muscle he made up for in height. He had to be at least seven feet tall and his eyes were a horrible dark red color, the mark of the lightening branch. A long forgotten side tribe of the fire nation from long ago. His long black hair reached almost to his feet and it blew wildly around him, making him seem almost monstrous and inhuman. Though he was known for his horrible and murderous nature he held a very proud and cheerful gleam in his eyes. In his arms, gently cradled and bundled up, was a small infant. It giggled and cooed as the first bolt of lightening flew across the sky, brightening up its ale skin and shining in its dark red eyes. The Cleanser smiled warmly as it waved its arms up to the sky, reaching for his smooth and jagged face. He placed a hand gently on the child cheek and chuckled. "Ah, my little one. Child of the Lightening branch. Look up at the sky and look down upon the land, this is all for you my dear. One day, this will be yours and mine and together we shall have this world as it should always have been." He said and reached up to the sky and with his hand he attracted a bolt of lightening to his hand and held it hard, not allowing it to surpass the skin of his palm. With little sparks lighting up his fingertips he looked down at the child and smiled. "You are to inherit this, this miracle of nature." He said holding the hand beside his own face, making the baby look on in wonder. "With this, I purify you ." he said and he wiped his thumb across the little ones forehead. The child barely blinked, the sparks not hurting it but rather causing a small giggle and a clap of the hands. "Yes, that's right, this is a happy occasion and from now on, you shall be known as Makaze. My princess of the storm." And with that he held her close and whispered her the secrets of the storm around them as she gently faded into a gentle slumber amongst the wind, rain, thunder, and lightening.