A/N: Hello. My name is Alex and I'm new to this fandom. I've read fics for ATLA for a while now and I decided it would be fun to branch out of my usual SVU fics and tackle one of my own here. To anyone who is reading thanks for giving me a shot :)

I've always felt a bit restrained by cannon so I'm starting with a moderately AU fic set at the same time as the show. There were a few factors I wanted to explore that didn't happen in cannon (plus some stuff that wouldn't hold up if we looked at things outside a child's perspective). The fact that the show was a children's show first and foremost leaves a lot of leeway to interpret large scale social, political, and cultural factors.

Just to clarify, this will be Zutara, with one other major pairing and a few minor ones.

Disclaimer: I do not own ATLA. If I did it probably would have gone longer and that movie contract would never have gone to M. Night Shyamalan; what were they thinking? That movie was the most God-awful piece of crap I've ever seen.

A big thanks to Stabson, AlwaysZutarian, Ohmyyyfanfiction, Ana-DaughterofHades, babyvfan, Lady Zutara, and Ms.K216 for their help and support with this story.

If any of you likes Law & Order: SVU be sure to check out my stories Prey, Countdown, and From the Ashes.

Enjoy and Review :)

Hope Is Eternal

A Story by The Congressman

Prologue Part One: End of Hope

A stiff breeze whipped out from the vast expanse of tundra behind the cragged, snowcapped mountains that rose from the ice right near the coast. To Chief Hakoda of the Southern Water Tribe the white and black outcrops, barely poking out of the massive ice cap that covered the southern continent, provided the best cover for recon missions such as this one.

"What kind of ship is that?" asked Bato, Hakoda's best friend and second in command. "Isn't one of the usual patrol corvettes the fire fuckers usually send down here."

Lifting the Marius spyglass he acquired in an Earth Kingdom market two years before (the irony wasn't lost on him that he was using a Fire Nation product to spy on the Fire Nation), Hakoda zeroed in on the black, streamlined shape several miles out from the edge of the glacier. Even in the winter darkness it was visible due to the flicker of the many gaslights. "Nope, clearly a frigate at least. Could be one of their Agni-class battle-ironclads."

"I thought those bastards traveled in fleets?"

The thirty year old chief looked at his friend. "What could they think they have to fear from us?" Bato rolled his eyes, the two friends sharing a smirk. Apart from five sailing sloops that were more hybrid, jack of all trades ships than anything else, the Southern Water Tribe couldn't challenge even a lone Fire Navy behemoth and Hakoda knew it. In this case though… "The Fire Nation would never send in a lone ship to attack, even one of those monsters. Even the raids have at least three ships, may Tui and La damn them." The Fire Nation was unmatched at sea and strong on land. Some hoped that the Avatar would return and help end the war but Hakoda doubted it. While he didn't trust Fire Nation propaganda, it said the Avatar had been killed while in the avatar state; having been absent for decades Hakoda was inclined to believe the story. "Nothing more we can really do."

"True," Bato grudgingly agreed. The man had, as of yet, no children and was much more gung ho about hitting back at the bastards who were bent on conquering the world. "I wish we could do something though."

Hakoda, smiling at his friend, knew better than to be reckless. Sure in his impulsive youth he had his share of brawls with drunken settlers, Latin-Semite traders, or even his own tribesmen but marriage and becoming the father to a boisterous son changed his perspective. Looking at Kya and two-year old Sokka made him realize that above all he needed to stay alive, for their sake.

'And now I have one more coming any day now.' The thought put a grin on his face.

Both tribesmen reaching their wolf-hound drawn sleds, another gust of wind came full bore, chilling Hakoda even through his thick fur parka. The antarctic chill was common for so near the winter solstice, but for some reason the blizzards that accompanied it had dissipated last week. The sky was clear, the twinkle of stars and the orb of the full moon rising over the tundra adding to the surreal effect. Kanna, his mother and the resident elder of the tribe said this was a prelude to something big happening, a good omen but Hakoda didn't give it a second thought. 'What big event could possibly happen here?' He loved his home with the fierce patriotism of any Water Tribe warrior but even he could acknowledge the remoteness of it.

While the tribe had a total population of around 6,000, after the devastating assaults conducted by Fire Lord Azulon when he ascended the throne many decades ago (the ones that eliminated all the waterbenders), the chief at the time dispersed the tribe to several villages in the hope that if one was taken the others would survive. Hakoda's home, the remnants of the once bustling frontier capital had at most a thousand people, the main artery of supplies and food for the outlying and inland satellite settlements; pulling up to the thick packed snow wall, a spear armed sentry quickly opened the iron gate (an expensive import from the Earth Kingdom).

Waving a goodbye to his friend, Hakoda hitched his rucksack and headed for the center of the village. The tribal meeting hall was the largest structure in the entire south pole, but that wasn't saying much. The original multi-story structure had been destroyed in a Fire Nation raid three decades before, and the resulting ice-block one room building could fit around fifty people, enough for important meetings among the elders but no more. Being the chief, Hakoda and his family lived in the two-room igloo at the back, a luxury for the tribe.

"Daddy, daddy!" As quick as a short-faced cheetah, Hakoda was caught unawares as a blue bundle clung to his leg. "Hi daddy," said Sokka, the two-year old's toothy grin in full display.

Laughing joyously, the chief lifted his son into his arms. "Hey there buddy. How's my big boy doing? Getting good with your weapon?" he smirked, referring to the toy boomerang in the toddler's hands. At Sokka's nod he laughed some more. "What are you doing outside though?"

"Gran Gran sent me out." The boy grimaced. "Mama loud." He mimed clamping his hands over his ears.

Before Hakoda could inquire further a loud scream erupted from inside the igloo. "Kya!" he yelled, eyes widening. Setting his son down he burst in to find his wife. "What's going on mother?" he asked when the older woman exited the back room.

"The baby's coming," she replied.

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"Mama! Mama up!" the raven-haired two-year old babbled, running over to the seated figure and reaching up with his tiny arms.

Princess Ursa's heart melted at the sight of her little boy, smiling as she reached down carefully to pick him up and set him beside her on the plush couch. "Ooh, you are getting heavy Zuko."

The young Prince Zuko, fourth in line of the Fire Nation throne, beamed and clapped his hands together. "Me big boy!" he squealed happily.

"Oh really?" Ursa asked, cocking an eyebrow. Without warning she pounced, tickling his sides. "Then how can I still do this my son?"

Giggling happily, Zuko squirmed under his mother's grasp. "Mama, hehehehe, stop, hehehe…" Laughing as well, Ursa took mercy on her poor boy and ceased the assault. Now free, Zuko wrapped his tiny arms around his beloved mother. "Wuv you mama."

"I love you too Zuko. Never forget that," she replied, a happy tear slipping down her cheek. "Ooh." A small thump on her stomach reminded her they were not alone.

Sensing his mother's gaze drifting down to her belly, Zuko detangled his arms and placed both hands on it. "Zula?" he asked, eyes widening in amazement when there was another thump.

Nodding, Ursa loved the sight of her son feeling her eight month pregnant belly. "Yes my son, that's your sister in there." She didn't know why but he knew that the baby in her womb was a girl; while Azula hadn't been her choice in name (her husband had wanted to name their second child after his father, the Fire Lord, so as to wrangle a military command out of him), Ursa loved the little one growing inside her immediately, same as with her son. "Are you ready to be a big brother?"

"Yep!" Zuko announced gleefully, putting his hands on her belly once more. "Hear that Zula? I's your big brudder. Wuv you." He placed a kiss on the bump.

'Oh my son,' Ursa thought, patting his shaggy hair. He was so much like her and his Uncle, the crown prince. While she would never say so out loud, the princess was glad he didn't take after his father. Even though their three year marriage had been an arranged one, the young noblewoman had been quite taken by the dashing Prince Ozai, eight years her senior. For the first year he had been aloof and brooding but rather pleasant, happy as she was when Zuko was born. However, that all changed after he returned from a deep-raiding mission into the Earth Kingdom; now he was cold to both her, the new baby inside her, and Zuko, as if he had made a pledge to be that way.

Ursa sighed unhappily; this sailing trip around the world had been her idea, try and get Ozai and the family closer together before she gave birth, but so far it had been a disaster. The day before they left Fire Lord Azulon denied Ozai's third request for a military command when the army resumed hostilities as planned next year, and he had been moody, sullen, and occasionally enraged the whole time. It took all her strength and skill to keep her precious Zuko away from it.

A slight rapping on the metal door of her cabin startled the mother and son, but with the grace of her title Ursa quickly composed herself. "Enter," she called out in a precise tone.

In came a tall, well-muscled Army officer, clad in full armor but with head bare. "My Lady," bowed Colonel Lucius Dora, military aide to her husband and honorary member of the Imperial Guards Brigade.

The princess smiled at her childhood friend (she and the five year older Dora had grown up together). "Good evening Colonel. It is a pleasure to receive your company." Bowing again, Dora winked at her which made her chuckle; the official protocol had to be followed now that she was a royal after all.

Standing tall, Dora was well known as the boy wonder in the Fire Army, having lead some of the deepest penetration raids ever attempted (rumor was that the focale around his neck had been King Bumi's, stolen from inside Omashu itself). In short, he was the epitome of a Fire Nation nobleman, except for one glaring fact. His eyes were hazel, not golden or brown; his skin was a darker shade of pink, not alabaster with a hint of peach; and his hair, instead of raven black was a dark blonde.

Dora was a Latin-Semite, the minority group indigenous to the Fire Continent. They had an empire long before in ancient times until the Fire Nation absorbed it in the Unification Wars. It had been Fire Lord Sozin that fully integrated them into the Fire Nation society (though the industrious non-benders had done pretty well for themselves), and with his intelligence and noble background Dora had come far.

"It is always good to see you Lady Ursa. I trust you and the Prince are resting comfortably as night approaches?"

"Oh don't worry Lucius, we are just fine." Ursa smiled, "Aren't we Zuko."

"Yes," said the young prince, fiery and fearless just like his Uncle and great-grandfathers.

Dora laughed and kneeled in front of the boy, patting his future superior on the head. "You will make a great firebender someday sire."

The words were picked up almost immediately. "Really?" Zuko asked, eyes wide and mouth curling into an anticipatory smile.

"Of course. As a non-bender I can tell." Standing, he resumed his formal facade. "I'll tell Prince Ozai his family is safe then. Goodnight my Lady, my Prince." Turning, Dora exited the compartment, the door latch clicking shut.

All her problems coming back in full force, Ursa frowned. In her twenty-one years she had been through what most girls her age and status never could; however, when she looked back down at her son, giggling as his sister kicked at the hand resting on her belly, Ursa knew that they made all of it worth enduring.

Without warning, Zuko found himself enveloped in a hug. "Mama?" he asked questioningly.

"Oh my baby boy," she cooed, hugging him tighter. "No matter what, I want you and your sister to remember that mama will always love you." The boy nuzzled against his mother, feeling soothed but too young to fully grasp her words.

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The grin on Lucius Dora's face disappeared when he spotted the lone figure staring at the ocean. Sighing, he straightened his back and approached. "Princess Ursa and Prince Zuko are both alright, comfortable in their cabin sire."

Prince Ozai, scion of the Agni Dynasty and the second son of Fire Lord Azulon, nodded his acknowledgement. Continuing to stare into the fog in his informal military redcoat with the royal gold/purple trim, no other sound came out of him; he had been this way the entire trip, when he wasn't in rage-filled firebending bouts with the crew.

Feeling uncomfortable with the silence, Dora began to muse (though thinking carefully about each of his words). "Ominous isn't it?" Both the Latin-Semites and the Fire People were deeply spiritual, and with that came superstition (some Fire Lords were known never to travel anywhere without a Fire Sage and an Augur to interpret different events). "A cloudless night and a full moon at this time of year, yet also fog. The Creator must be planning something important for us." Unlike the rest of the world, those in the Fire Nation practiced a form of hybrid monotheism, combining the Latin-Semite Creator with their own spirits.

Ozai snorted. "If the Creator or Agni were Colonel, then why didn't they give me my command?" It was no secret to anyone in the military or the palace hierarchy that Ozai and his father were not on the best of terms. While Iroh was officially the crown prince, during times of war it was not uncommon for hierarchy to be jettisoned; it was no secret that the young Prince was eager to supplant his older brother for the throne. Ozai however needed to prove himself, and the position of Home Minister was not the answer. He had petitioned his father for a military command three times, and three times he had been denied.

"Damn this fog!" Ozai hissed, the anger starting to bubble up again and his blood up and itching for a fight. "If the shit-addled water peasants attack we need to see them coming!"

Just as Dora was about to reassure his Prince of their safety the fog abruptly lifted, the sea returning to its serene quality under the moon and stars. Dora may have smiled if not for what lay ahead; directly in the path of the Comet's Fury was a massive iceberg, very close. "Son of a bitch," he breathed, stunned.

"Do something Dora!" Ozai hissed, not fazed in the slightest.

Dashing to the bell on the forecastle, Dora created three sharp rings that resonated through the calm night. "ICEBERG RIGHT AHEAD!"

The duty officer on the bridge heart the rings and gazed ahead, eyes widening as he spotted the iceberg. "Shit! Hard starboard!" he screamed, the process waking Commander Hideki Zhao from his catnap.

Storming out of his cabin behind the bridge, Zhao quickly took over. "Full astern!" he hollered to one of the sailors, transmitting the message to the engine room via the controls. "Move you bastard," he cursed.

It was not to be. To move a ship over 400 feet long and weighing 12,000 tons while traveling at nearly fourteen knots took time and distance, both in short supply that night. The iceberg was just too close.

Realizing this, Dora quickly jerked the Prince back. "Brace yourself sire," he said, clutching at whatever he could.

The pointed bow of the Comet's Fury crashed directly into the massive wall of ice, the sickening crunch of metal and cracking of frozen water piercing the din. Both men, along with many on the ship, were thrown against the deck. Ozai was about to curse when something caught his eye.

The massive ironclad, apart from a nasty smashed bow, was otherwise unharmed. The same couldn't be said for the iceberg; the ship's bow had slammed into the iceberg like a wedge, driving a crack through the center that spread rapidly. While this could be foreseen, what couldn't was the ethereal blue glow that emanated from the cracks. The Prince staring in wonder, a huge pillar of blue light shot up into the sky forcing him to cover his eyes.

Just before the light disappeared and the ship's engines finally began to pull it backward, a small figure whose eyes glowed pure white emerged from the ice, stood there momentarily, and finally toppled forward to roll onto the metal deck.

As Ozai rose to inspect this new development, Dora shouted to the bridge, "All stop!" The ship's anchor dropped only a few seconds later, the massive ironclad shuddering to a stop. The officer wished he had his canteen, throat sore from yelling. They really needed a better way to communicate faster; if he survived this Dora vowed to talk to the Marius Company engineers about it when they got back home.

Stepping slowly, almost as in a daze, Ozai reached the front of the forecastle. Chunks of ice and twisted sheets of metal were strewn everywhere, but his eyes zeroed in on the figure curled up on the deck. The person was clearly male, twelve or thirteen from the size. The glowing eyes were still what got him; only one individual had glowing eyes, but the Creator could never be that benevolent to him.

The boy started the shift. Lighting a flame in his palm, the orange and yellow outfit and blue arrow tattoo illuminated. "An Airbender," he murmured, a malignant grin spreading on his face. Agni be praised!

Watching from about twenty feet away, Dora heard the sharp clatter of naval boots on the deck. "What the hell happened?" Zhao asked, clad in nothing but a parka over his officer tunic.

Dora rolled his eyes. "We hit an iceberg Zhao. An iceberg is a large, floating chunk of ice…"

"I know what an iceberg is you Tanka bastard!" Zhao snarled, Dora suppressing a grin at the man's use of the common Firebender slur for Latin-Semites (it translated roughly as oiler, referring to how they ate bread with olive oil). Zhao hated Dora and the feeling was mutual; the naval officer had all the arrogance of the top nobility while the son of a new man, an admiral who rose up the ranks and married a minor noble's daughter. Arrogant cunnus. He thought bitterly, though it amused him when he irritated the sideburned asshole.

"Dora! Zhao! Get over here you fools!" shouted Ozai, the two of them rushing to his side. "I want you to witness this." The prince turned to the boy, kneeling over him. "Boy," he said in a soft voice, one neither officer could imagine could come from him. "Are you alright?"

The boy groaned, shifting a bit as he turned and looked up, eyes fluttering open but then opening wide. "Who are you?" he asked wearily, as any twelve year old would when confronted with a stranger.

Hiding his predatory glee, Ozai smiled warmly. "I'm the Prince of the Fire Nation. You are in a safe place young…"

"Aang, my name is Aang." The young monk said brightly, happy to find someone nice after however long he had been in that… Hell, he wasn't even sure of what happened.

Dora and Zhao forgot their animosity, staring blindly at each other. To anyone high up in the Fire Nation the historical reports from Operation Sentinel 85 years before were required reading, so all knew that name. The avatar? Here? Impossible!

If they knew it so did Ozai, but he needed it confirmed. "Tell me young child, are you the avatar?"

Aang's bright smile dimmed, suddenly nervous. "Uh, why do you ask?"

"We received a distress call from the Southern Air Temple," he lied effortlessly. "I had my personal ship out searching for you by request of Lama Sangluk and Chief Monk Gyatso." Ozai was now glad he had been paying attention to his history tutor as a child. "They seemed quite beside themselves with worry."

Hearing the name of his surrogate father tore at Aang's heartstrings. 'He must be terrified.' "I didn't mean to worry them," he mused. Biting his lip he nodded at Ozai. "Yes, I'm the Avatar."

The facade lifted, the evil smirk emerging. This was the moment, the answer to his problems. "Perfect," Ozai said menacingly, lighting his palm with a red-hot flame.

Eyes widening, Aang darted out of the way with his Airbender reflexes, a flaming fist smashing into the metal where his head had been. The danger signal Gyatso had ingrained in him when he was eleven served him well. He sprang to his feet, dodging and weaving with his quick feet as the bearded firebender shot two quick flames at him, one close enough to singe his gho.

"Get back here you little brat!" Ozai snarled, shooting a long torrent of fire at the young avatar. When Aang leapt out of the way once more, he sent a gust of air which nearly knocked Ozai off his feet. "Don't just stand there you fools!" he hissed at the two officers. "Kill him!"

Knowing he was no good at long range, Dora hung back with a hand on his rapier while Zhao yelled a guttural battle cry and leapt forward, hands blazing. A well-aimed fireball erupted out of his foot and sailed towards the boy, impacting him square on the chest.

Aang began to topple to the deck, but right before he hit the metal his eyes began to glow once more, a massive gust of wind knocking all three men back several feet. 'Fuck,' Ozai cursed inwardly; the avatar state was said to be the most powerful display of force any mortal could deliver. However, he wasn't about to back down, not when his salvation was so close. Taking the stance, sparks of electricity appeared on his fingers, lightning crackling.

Consumed by the spirit inside of him, Aang directed a powerful gust of air to swirl around him, preparing to strike down his tormentors.

Acting on pure self-preservation, both for himself and his superior, Dora withdrew his weapon and leveled it at the thundering avatar. A sharp crack sounded through the din; the weapon, dubbed a pistol by the inventor at Servilius-Komatsu, launched a small lead ball at whatever its handler aimed at.

The round slammed directly into the avatar's shoulder, a sickening wet slap knocking Aang off balance. The short window allowed Ozai to aim his lightning, the crackling blue-white bolts shooting out and striking the young boy's chest dead center on the heart. A huge, evil grin formed on his face as the avatar plummeted to the ground, hitting the deck and not moving afterward.

As a detachment of Fire Marines scrambled out of the lower deck at the racket, a loud bellow sounded from the now cracked open iceberg. All heads swerved to see a massive form, clearly the size of one of the dragons of the past but bulkier, emerge and stare at the ship. "Fire on the beast!" ordered Zhao, the marines hurling gouts of flame at the chunk of ice. The beast bellowed again and sailed into the air, flying as fast as it could away from the threat. "Follow it!"

"Forget the thing Commander," Ozai countered, finally feeling contented. Years or being marginalized by his father for his so-called zeal for terror, everything going to his weak brother instead was now over. Fire Lord Azulon would never deny him the command now, not after killing the avatar in front of Zhao and Dora (both with massive connections in the nobility).

"Shall I move the body somewhere sire?" Dora asked; inside he was apprehensive, for if he knew the Fire Nation political system (and he did) there were going to be some massive shocks.

"Get the corpse to the ship's freezer and set a course for Crater City. My father will be very grateful to see this," Ozai grinned. Standing tall and smiling, the prince left the forecastle and headed for the superstructure. The best part of it was, by killing him in the avatar state the cycle was broken. Nothing could stand in his way now.

Just as the marines began to advance on the now smoldering body, Aang lost the glow on his tattoo, grey eyes staring upward at the sky. In the distance he could see the shape of his beloved companion sailing away into the darkness. "Go on buddy," he murmured as the life slowly ebbed away from him. "Be free." His eyes closed for the last time.

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The spirit, invisible to mortal eyes, quickly left the now lifeless body of her host. She was an ancient one, tasked long ago to leave the realm of the creator and assume the role of guardian of the mortals. In that respect she had lived through many hosts, and came to love each and every one; if she had been human a tear would have been shed over the tragedy that was the little boy's short yet immensely long life, but there was no time. A new host had to be found and quickly.

Suddenly, a heavenly beam of light shone, only visible to the spirit. It centered on a small point not too far away, nestled in the ice and snow of the Southern Continent. Racing to the light, the spirit entered the being chosen for her just as the being took their first breath.

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A sharp wail startled Hakoda out of his petrified daze, a worried glance centered at the fur divider separating him from his wife. Seconds passed interminably before his mother exited, looking worn but with a genuine smile on her face. "Well?" Hakoda asked, sounding like a frightened child.

Kanna chuckled at her son, remembering those days well. In a sense he was still a boy at heart, and Sokka was just like him. "Kaya is fine son, and so is your daughter."

"My… My daughter?" Rising, the tall chief made his way into the room. The midwives backing away from the bed (as the chief he was allowed such a luxury, one of the few he partook in), he was now faced with the love of his life, a tiny bundle wrapped in furs nestled in her arms.

Weak from the ordeal, Kya still had enough strength to smile. "Honey, come meet Katara."

Thinking this must be some dream, Hakoda feebly made his way to her bedside. His wife handed him the bundle, the tiny girl inside shifting at the new touch. "Katara," he murmured, stroking his newborn daughter's face. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Born on the night of a full moon too."

"Good luck," Kya said, beaming through tired eyes.

"Mama." Both parents looked to see little Sokka standing in the doorway.

"Hi my baby boy," the exhausted mother cooed. "Come meet your sister."

"Sister?" he asked inquisitively, toddling forward to look at the now sleeping infant back in her mother's arms. "I a big brudder?"

"Yes Sokka, you are," Hakoda said with a grin, patting him on the back.

Looking back at baby Katara, Sokka tapped her nose with his finger, watching her gurgle a bit and wriggle around. "You here that sister, I's your brudder now. I's will protect you."

"That's my boy," Kya murmured, looking once more at Katara through her half-closed eyes. Seeing such a beautiful, innocent face in a world of horrors, it gave her hope.

A/N: Show of hands, how many of you expected that at the end?

I know that it hasn't been a common theme but that's what made me fall in love with it. It's so unique and I'd love to explore how Katara's character handled it.

About the size of the Southern Water Tribe. The way they portrayed it would never have happened since the tribe was so small. They would have been inbreeded out long before. I basically made it the size of Colonial Boston in 1650.

I hope you liked how I put two ethnic groups in the Fire Nation. I'd think it adds a cultural dimension to everything; the way I see it the order of the nations' cultures go like this: Fire Nation – Japanese (with the Latin-Semites adding a Roman/western aspect); Earth Kingdom – Chinese with some aspects of western aristocracies; Water Tribes – Inuit but more like Victorian England in the north and the American Frontier in the south.

Just to point out, yes, the weapon Dora had is a gun. It strikes me as odd that no nation ever invented them in the show (part of my realistic expansion). From watching the episodes I've found that the ranker non-benders are largely cannon fodder for the bender troops (aside from elites like the Yu Yan, Blue Spirit, Piandao, and Freedom Fighters). I'd think the Fire Nation would go all out to equalize the advantage. These, bear in mind, are single shot muskets and will not diminish the overall atmosphere of the show. As an amateur military history buff I'll have a lot of fun writing the tactics to include firearms and bending.

If you would like me to explain anything further feel free to PM any questions. I'm always open to talk :)

In any case, I hope you enjoyed the prologue. There will be two more and then the main story will begin.

Please review.

God Bless

Alex