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The Avatar Cycle; Earth, Fire, Air, Water. Forever moving, and yet forever staying the same. A constant balance between the four elements that displayed itself in such a frightening perfect way. Everyone marked by the Cycle, each new reincarnation, stood so proud and indomitable. Their names and faces, forever marked in scrolls and books, and in the way they restored balance and brought peace to the world.

"Anuhya," Her name had been given to her when she was just a child, when she had created dancing puppets from her fingertips and let joy explode from her face, "You've been meditating for hours, come and eat with us, Avatar."

"I cannot." She replied, shortly, opening her eyes to stare at the Air-bender whose tutelage she had been given.

"May I ask why?" The Air-bending Master questioned, softly, "Why is it that you spend so long hidden inside, in such silence? What weighs on your mind so heavy?"

Anuhya let her head dip, as she relaxed and stood to face her Master respectfully, "I have been taught much of those who came before- Of Avatar Yajna, and Kapila, Narada and Kalki. I know the cycle, and names of everyone who came before I, and yet..."

A silence stretched out, as the Avatar known as Anuhya stood, and turned to face the window with a sigh, "And yet..."

"Your previous incarnation." The Air bender acknowledged, with a frown hidden under his dark beard. His words spoke of a topic that she had long since wondered; a strange cloud that none wished to discuss, lest it upset her.

"What was their name? Did they have one?" Anuhya pressed on, "Were they as pretty as the northern lights? As strong as a sky bison? Did they smile at the sound of rain, frown at the changing seasons?"

"We do not know."

Anuhya sighed, running a hand through her dark black hair, "What happened to me, Anil? The world held its breath as an Avatar of Fire was to be born, and yet only five years after the death of an Earth Avatar, a child of the Air rose up with a smile to be named the true successor. The cycle has never skipped; the cycle has never been broken. We must then accept that my past life was cut short, much too short..."

"When you were brought to us, and we discovered who you were, the Fire Lord sent a dozen white roses to be placed near your cradle." Anil softly replied, folding his hands as the Avatar's eyes flashed in confusion, "and, he has sent them every year since to mark you birth."

"White is the colour of mourning." Anuhya replied, hesitantly. Her eyes moved towards a clear vase on her window still; a single white rose was nourished by clear sweet water. A white rose was always in her room, for as long as she could remember they had been her companion.

"The Fire Nation has been in mourning since you were born." Anil's footsteps herald his movements, a second later he plucked the flower from its vase, and cradled it in his hands, "To lose an Avatar brings a shame to them; their honour has been marred. They mourn for the child who could have been."

"But why send roses to me?"

Anil's mouth twitched into a smile; a smile that knew all too well the sound of a rhetorical question.

"They want forgiveness." Anuhya questioned tentatively, closing her blue eyes, "How am I to know how to forgive, if I do not know what has happened?"

"Do you know nothing?" Anil questioned, curiously.

"No," She replied with a flat tone, "That is what scares me."

The silence chocked the room, until the air grew thick and heavy. Neither attempted to break it, until Anil once again placed the white rose in its vase and grimly looked out over the water alongside her.

"Will you forgive them?"

"It's not my forgiveness they need."

"Then what will you say?"

Anuhya turned, facing the door where the scent of jasmine rice had come from, arousing her stomach to forget the thoughts of her past.

"Nothing," She replied, clenching her jaw, "Let them send their roses, and let them mourn in peace. For I will not forgive, for the death of a babe, when I know not what I am forgiving."

Note: An Avatar who never had a chance, one who is forever unnamed, yet never forgotten.

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