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(Y/N) woke up the next dawn to find herself on a shore. The storm had finally calmed down & turned into a drizzle. The survivor stood up to see herself soaked. Her clothes had been torn, but they were ripped, to begin with. So why the hell she did not fix them when she was at the previous village?
As she got off the remaining wood of the broken boat, she saw a town that was by the shore. Maybe some of the people will help her & not talk about her being the survivor. Who knows? But as she lifted her leg to start walking, she fell. Thanks to the storm, (Y/N) now had to deal with great pain in her leg. Though, she could crawl.
& with that, she began crawling to the town. It felt like hell. Her knees became sore after a few minutes. Her hands had begun to feel like she was rubbing against sandpaper, her stomach was growling violently, & her throat began to feel dry. (Y/N) collapsed on the pavement. Not carrying if any pedestrians were walking by. She decided to close her eyes for a moment.
"Are you okay?" Someone asked.
(Y/N) opened her eyes to see a boy her age. He had his hair in a men's ponytail. He had ember eyes, different shades of red clothing with matching armour. & he is kneeling.
"I think so," (Y/N) muttered,
"You don't look too well," the boy said.
"Well, at first, I couldn't walk. I got shipwrecked here. But let me see if I'm able to now."
She sat up to see if her leg looked alright. It looked well. Which got her to stand up. But when she moved the leg, she fell again.
"No. I can't still."
"Let me help," the boy offered,
"I do not seek aid," (Y/N) slightly snapped,
"But you're hurt. You can't even walk."
(Y/N) sighed. The boy was right. He began to pick her up & carried her bridal style.
"By the way," (Y/N) asked. "I never got to ask you your name."
"It's Zuko. What about your name?"
"It's (Y/N). But recently, I've been known as the survivor."
"Something horrible happened that killed a lot of people around you?"
(Y/N) nodded lightly. & then another girl came running up to the two.
"Zuzu, what are you doing?" She asked,
"Azula, I told you not to call me that," Zuko snapped. "& I'm helping this girl, (Y/N), because she isn't able to walk."
"Wait a minute. She's the survivor!"
"Oh, dear," (Y/N) muttered. Another one of those conspiracy theories.
"Sorry our nation massacred your family," Azula apologized with a closed-eyed guilty smile.
(Y/N)'s eyes widen? Our nation? These two kids are both from the Fire Nation. She freaked & flailed out of Zuko's arms. She then crawled quickly. Trying to get away from them as fast as possible. But, it was impossible. Zuko & Azula managed to get a hold of (Y/N).

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The Survivor (ATLA x Reader)
Adventure"I want to be known for something I do. Not what had happened to me..." After surviving a Fire Nation massacre, the survivor now had to take care of herself. This included getting a scar, becoming an orphan, thinking twice before trusting someone...