~Sying: Prologue
Sying coughed roughly, feeling the smoke searing her throat with each breath. Everything hurt. Her

clothes were charred, her skin was covered in soot. All she could see was fire and death.
"Get out!" a woman shouted, arms waving wildly to ward off the black-clad oppressors with water. "Run! You have to get out of here!"
Sying's blue eyes filled with unshed tears, form the smoke or the situation she didn't know. "No! Auntie, I'm not leaving you!"
The agents of Darkness had swept silently into her small Water Tribe home, the firebenders among them throwing fire wherever they could. The ice and snow did nothing to snuff the flames, with the oil spread around the village by the non-benders. The home she had known was nothing but wet, oily snow, set ablaze with flames reaching to the clear, starry sky. Shouldn't it rain when her world tore apart? Oh how she wished it would rain.
"Go, Sying!" her uncle yelled, crashing his whalebone club into the head of an earthbender. "You cannot allow yourself to be captured! We'll be fine, go! Now!"
The violet-haired teenager didn't have time to think about the meaning of her Uncle's words. A masked warrior blocked her view of the only family she ever knew, fire bursting savagely from his fingers. Sying let out a startled squeal, barely jumping out of the way in time to escape the flames. The burned ends of her long hair dropped with a hiss in the snow as she fell backward onto the ground. Scrambling up, she waved her arm in a sweeping motion, pulling up a hurried wall of snow to block the agent's next blast. With the little time she had, Sying began to run. She ran away from the only home she ever had, from her family that could be dead in a matter of moments, from the terrible agents of Darkness that destroyed her life. She ran, and she didn't look back.

Sying skidded down the snowy slope, feeling the savage fire's heat fade against her back. She spared a quick, pained glance over her shoulder, knowing she wouldn't be able to see any of her people burning at this distance. The inflamed village was but a blood-red glow against the horizon, like sunrise, though Sying knew the sun wouldn't show it's face again for another month. The fiery glow began to widen as if stretching out.
The fire is spreading...hopefully the agents haven't poured oil into the ocean, as well. It was strange how she could think so clearly at such a time. Sying stumbled into one of the sparse areas of wood, finally stopping for reprieve behind a cluster of frosty rocks. She had to check on one thing. Sticking two fingers in her mouth, the teenage girl let out a long, shrill whistle that echoed through the trees. Moments later, a white blob appeared against the luminescence of the fire, growing bigger and bigger until the familiar form of her eagle-wolf touched down gently. "T-Tokku!" Sying sobbed, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face in his white fur.
You survived...we're the only ones left, old friend... She cried then, letting out what she couldn't before in a flurry of tears.
They're gone...they're all gone...my home, my family, my tribe...gone. I'm alone.