My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads.
But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked.
Only the Avatar mastered all four elements. Only he could stop the ruthless firebenders. But when the world needed him most, he vanished.
He died in a battle for his life, in the avatar state, breaking the cycle. Over a hundred years have passed and the Fire Nation is nearing victory in the War. Many fight back, few return victorious.
Three years ago, my father and the men of my tribe journeyed to the Earth Kingdom to help fight against the Fire Nation, leaving me and my brother to look after our tribe. The earth kingdom capitol of Ba Sing Se has been defeated after General Iroh conquered the great city. Small factions still fight back but few are successful.
The water tribes are the last undefeated nations alive due to our rigid weather that the fire benders can't last in for long. But as technology advances we are dwindling in size and I fear we will soon lose. But I believe that some way, some how. Peace will reign again.
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Our Eclipse (Zutara)
FanfictionCURRENTLY UNDER MAJOR EDITING AND RECONSTRUCTION. ••• No more avatar. The cycle has been broken. A girl, lost in the fight between love and war. Will peace reign again? Or will the fire nation have their way in eradicating the last sentiment of hope...
