3 OF 3. The very last.
Some important things through their whole life. With Zutara of course.
&//tell us the story...
"Daddy? Mommy? How did you guys fall in love?"
Curious eyes looked up at them, as husband and wife glanced at each other. A pair of blue and golden eyes strained to know the story, to hear every detail, to know the truth. As they snuggled closer, lying in the grass, only memories surrounded them along with the bright stars.
"That, my dear loves, is a long story."
Her voice was a whisper, a hush, a mere tired voice from the past.
"Was it love at first sight? A happy story?"
Her dark and his pale hand quickly grabbed each other, stroking their childrens soft and innocent hairs. What do they tell their children? Do they tell them the cycle, of their love life? A story of anger, betrayal, misery, forgiveness, and death?
"No."
They told the truth. But the truth didn't end there.
"It was true love my dears. A happy ending. And nothing is better than that, loves. Don't ever forget that."
&//to be just like you...
"Why can't I do it!?"
Warm tears of anger spilled down her face, white knuckles forming on her hands. Her father appeared next to her, his hand on her dark skin. She looked up at the man, a legendary powerful bender, as he gave her a worried look.
She was not perfect. She was not a prodigy.
"Why can't I bend like you? I want to be as good as you were when you were my age!"
He shook his head, memories spilling in his mind like the tears on her face.
"I want to make you proud, dad."
A glimpse of that past came into his mind, his mother, the Agni Kai, the Avatar, and now his youngest daughter. A boy with golden eyes and a scar to mark him came into his mind, a boy on the race for pride and honor.
"I already am proud. And nothing will ever change that. I love you."
And he said it with all his heart. His entire life, his story, expressed in these three words that had never been spoken to him before.
&//the understanding...
"I'm not going to let you practice, if you continue getting angry like this."
The Fire Lady looked down at her teenage son, on his knees as he fell to the ground.
With an angry grunt he punched the ground, his chest heaving in and out with frustration. Beads of sweat dripped down his face as his mother sat next to him, her blue eyes watching him carefully. Those waves of oceans calmed him down, slowly taking the anger out of him.
"He used me mom! He befriended me and used me to get power! Then he stabs me in the back and forgets about me!"
Hushing her son down, she pulled him into a hug. He collapsed in his arms, the troubles of a betrayal forming in his heart. Memories rushed inside, for she knew exactly how he felt, and more.
"You must learn to forgive, my love. Forgive."
Shaking his head slightly, he shut his eyes and whispered harshly,
"Why? What is the point? The world will only end up hurting us again!"
Gripping her son's shoulders, she shook him with a tight frown on her face. She had been in the exact position as him, with the same thoughts, and the same problem. And maybe, even a little worse. For the world had changed since she was a small child, but her black and white world had vanished along with it.
"If nobody forgave, I would have never married your father. This war would not be over. I would not be the person, I am today. And neither would your father."
Continuing, as he watched her with wide golden eyes, she whispered quietly to him.
"If you don't forgive, then you will never have a friend to help you through this world that hurts you."
When he looked into his mother's eyes, looking into her past, at the necklace around her neck, and the scars from battles scattered around her body, he saw it.
He finally understood and saw the story, that he never could figure out before.