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The world is at chaos, full of violence. This is war
War has a way of fucking everyone over, but most importantly children.
She is a child of war, of grief, of genocide.
But she rises above, just like the moon.
Katara of the Southern Water Tribe, resilient, graceful and fierce even in moments of tragedy.
He is the heir to the throne, but cursed.
Born into a bloody nation, but he must never forget who he is.
Prince Zuko, stubborn, strong and never gives up without a fight
