ASH

Avatar - Fire and Ash

Ash loved her people.

She loved their sacrifice rituals-the reverence in blood, the certainty in death. She loved the way they killed without hesitation, the way Varang painted war symbols across her skin, marking her as chosen. She loved how the Mangkwan lifted her and Varang above the rest, worshipped them like gods carved from bone and fire.

She wore death proudly. A fox's corpse rested on her head, its lifeless eyes a symbol of what she was meant to be: a harbinger, a reminder that nothing escaped the Mangkwan.

Ash loved being Mangkwan.

Until she stumbled upon outsiders-people who lived by rules that shattered everything she had been taught. They healed instead of sacrificed. They protected instead of destroyed. They mourned death rather than glorifying it.

For the first time, Ash felt doubt.

And now she must make a choice so great it will either damn her people...
or destroy everything she has ever been.