A Million Identities

Prologue

Run

Wake up, and run...

Wake up!

RUN!

If it weren't for that voice in her mind, telling her what to do, she'd been dead a long time ago before she reached the age of fifteen. The pain spread everywhere on her body. She could feel her own blood slipping out of her back's melted flesh. This was a chance... one of the little ones that were given to her. She wasn't going to miss it this time.

She woke up. The pain became tenser, her feet refused to hold her, her hair fell on her face on the efforts to try and walk. She hadn't seen the moon in about a month. Her water bending power seemed to have completely abandoned her, not to mention her air bending. She walked as fast as her wounds would allow supporting herself from the metallic walls of the enemy's ship.

She'd been on that ship for about a year. It was a prison, a wretched prison of torture and violence. They knew what she was. What she could do, and they tried to use her as a weapon they never had. But she'd never give up on their demands, she'd never allow herself become what they wanted her to be.

"There she is! Don't let her escape!"

She heard the men's voices shouting from behind. It made her heartbeat rate. She needed to speed up if she was about to escape or else she'd face torture worse than the one she had barely survived. When she walked out of the ship and back on the deck, she felt the Moon's power filling her with its energy.

Her body started automatically absorbing its power healing itself. She ran towards the edges of the deck. She looked at the cold seawater they sailed in. She knew the salt would make the pain of her wounds worse than it already was, not to mention the freezing temperatures of the North. But she also knew there was no other way to escape from there, even if the ship was sailing fast her body would probably be torn into pieces from the propel the second she'd dive in.

Before she was able to think of something, she turned around at the sound of footsteps pounding on the metallic floor. Fire benders encircled her, all in their stances and flames in their hands. Their General walked out. A sick smile on his face, hands trapped behind his back. Black and red Fire Nation armor covered his body and black hair and beard on his face.

"No one has ever escaped from my supervision. You are my prisoner, you better die than escape this ship," He said.

"So be it," She said letting herself fall from the edge of the ship.

She could feel the freezing water crashing on her deeply injured back. It felt like glass shattering on her flesh to thousands of pieces all piercing her tortured skin. The water schussed her, no shouts of pain, no indications of life came from the spot she fell on.

The General looked down into the water, to make sure she had died. He pursed his lips together, fists clenching angrily. The Fire Lord had passed down to him the task of having her as a new fighting machine that would bring victory to the Fire Nation in many wars.

He hated failure. He knew Fire Lord Ozai would be furious with him if he'd find out that the 'special prisoner' died in the hands of his most trusted General. The General of the Fire Nation's Military Force.

He'd have to work on some serious excuses about it, after conquering the North.

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Hey, guys! That's my new Avatar the Last Airbender Fanfic! I hope you like it!

I just don't know if this is going to be a Sokka x OC or a Zuko x OC Fanfic. Help me with that, guys, what do you prefer?

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