Hablochino
The war has been burning for a hundred years.
Lian Hua has been running for four.
She was ten years old when she learned that honesty is not always rewarded-that a gift, offered with open hands, can be thrown back at you. She was twelve when she walked out of her family's estate and into the wilderness, carrying nothing but a pouch of seeds and the knowledge that she was not what her parents wanted.
By fourteen, she has built herself a sanctuary. A jungle that moves when she breathes. A home made of roots and vines and silence. She doesn't need anyone. She doesn't want anyone. The plants don't call her strange. The plants don't leave.
But the world outside the jungle is still burning, and she cannot hide forever.
When a group of children stumble into her forest-the Avatar among them, tired and young and far from home-she has a choice to make. Let them stay and risk everything. Or send them away and stay alone.
An ATLA+OC fanfic