Sarapen's Journal

Seriously, I’m writing. This excerpt is the opening of a project I’ve had on the backburner for over a year now, tentatively titled The Year of the Dragon:

Sometimes it’s hard to remember that we used to be at war with the Fire Nation. I can still remember running for my life as the last of their raids ravaged my clan one final time; I can still remember how I screamed and screamed when I discovered what they’d done to my mother. I can remember the look on my father’s face as he and the other warriors left to join the fighting and I can remember the long days of waiting that followed immediately after, days where every now and then my chest would clench and I would think, This, now, is the sign that my father is dead.

But days turned into weeks, then months, and then years, and every now and then I could swear I felt a premonition of my father’s death, but every time I’d shake it off as nothing but love and worry mixed together. Finally, a ship from our Northern cousins came, its passengers bringing strange stories of the Avatar returning and defeating the Fire Nation. Our enemy was beaten, they said, and now the war was over.

To think that the battle for the fate of the world had come and gone without my tribe even knowing. How strange to have your universe turned topsy-turvy and not know about it until weeks later. But that’s pretty much the story of my life.

Right now I’m working on the last part of He Said, She Said, though. It’s probably going to take me a while to finish, but I’m slowly chipping away at it.