The war had ended, at long last the blight that was Ozai that had plagued the world was eradicated and fallen. Celebrations broke out in the nations as the news spread like the fastest winds. It seemed that peace and prosperity would finally greet the earth and flourish.
That was however nothing more then fantasy. Even with the firelord gone, fightings still broke out. Followers of Ozai still plagued the land, trying to regain the power they had lost. It also seemed that the common evil that existed in the world, now flourished with Ozais demise. With the fire navy ships no longer patrolling the oceans as vastly as before, pirates, theives, and smugglers now scoured the seas like vermin.
The families that had been seperated during the wars, wept at the news of loved ones, who had been killed, or when fathers, mothers, sons and daughters, never returned from the prisons they had been taken. Many returning soldiers where injured, crippled, or no longer the same person they had been when they left to "Save the world". The war had taken a heavy toll on many, mostly of the younger generations, who would not grow up having a mother and father, or no longer having there eldest sibling to look up to.
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Far off in Ba Sing Se, Jiang, a boy of the earth nation shared this story. It had been nearly a year since the fall of Firelord Ozai, but the pain and misery he felt, learning his father had died in the war, and that his older brother never returned, burned hotter then any fire ever could. The dark haired, Jade eyed boy would stare out at the ocean, in the direction of the fire nation, and he would curse and hate the distant land, only hoping one day that the people who had done so much damamge to his family, would pay for what they did.
That was however nothing more then fantasy. Even with the firelord gone, fightings still broke out. Followers of Ozai still plagued the land, trying to regain the power they had lost. It also seemed that the common evil that existed in the world, now flourished with Ozais demise. With the fire navy ships no longer patrolling the oceans as vastly as before, pirates, theives, and smugglers now scoured the seas like vermin.
The families that had been seperated during the wars, wept at the news of loved ones, who had been killed, or when fathers, mothers, sons and daughters, never returned from the prisons they had been taken. Many returning soldiers where injured, crippled, or no longer the same person they had been when they left to "Save the world". The war had taken a heavy toll on many, mostly of the younger generations, who would not grow up having a mother and father, or no longer having there eldest sibling to look up to.
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Far off in Ba Sing Se, Jiang, a boy of the earth nation shared this story. It had been nearly a year since the fall of Firelord Ozai, but the pain and misery he felt, learning his father had died in the war, and that his older brother never returned, burned hotter then any fire ever could. The dark haired, Jade eyed boy would stare out at the ocean, in the direction of the fire nation, and he would curse and hate the distant land, only hoping one day that the people who had done so much damamge to his family, would pay for what they did.