EMBERS.
ii. A HUNDRED YEARS IN HIDING
❝FIRE COMES FROM THE BREATH.❞

"IS IT TRUE THAT PRINCE ZUKO FOUND THE AVATAR, PRINCESS JASMINE?" one of the handmaidens asked Jasmine as she placed the final touches on her hair. Jasmine's hair had been stylized with half of her raven hair pulled up in a small bun and held in place with a Fire Nation insignia band while the rest of her hair cascaded down her back. Jasmine stared at her reflection and took in the appearance of her outfit. She had gotten so used to wandering around in her nightgowns and blankets that she had almost forgotten how lethal they made her look. Though, she could go without the shoes since they were lined with gold-plated metal that made them slightly uncomfortable. However, she knew that one swift kick to the head with her shoes could seriously incapacitate someone for a long time. Plus, Jasmine had to admit that her daggers fit perfectly in her boots and they were almost invisible except for the golden tip of the handle that peeked out. "Princess?"

Jasmine snapped out of her trance as she met Zari's amber-colored eyes in the reflection of the mirror. Zari had been around for a long time and Jasmine remembered the woman in her earliest memories. After all, Zari used to be her mother's handmaiden before she had passed away. Now, Zari and two other handmaidens took care of Jasmine's every need — it was much appreciated since every other person on the ship was a man. "Yes, he has," Jasmine replied as she gave Zari a warm smile. "It's about time too, you know? I have been missing my home."

Zari nodded in agreement as her gaze drifted down to the map of the Fire Nation that had been engraved into the metal of the floor. A sad smile spread across her lips as she let out a remorseful sigh. "I, too, miss the Fire Nation, Princess. It has been a long time since I have seen my family and it would mean everything to see them again."

"Do you have children, Zari?" Jasmine asked. She remembered a time when Zari mentioned stories of young children but wasn't sure if she had been talking about her own children or someone else's. Jasmine motioned for Zari to grab the red cloak that hung from her wardrobe while she continued to apply a light coat of red coloring to her lips. It almost made it look like her lips were stained with blood due to the bright crimson color while the kohl that lined her eyes gave her eyes a cat-like appearance.

"I do not, but my sister has eight children — six girls and two boys," Zari replied as delicately placed the fur-lined cloak over Jasmine's shoulders. It was there to protect her from the harsh weathers of the South Pole. A skilled firebender would have no need to wear warm clothing since they would naturally be able to keep their body temperature high enough, but Jasmine still struggled with the technique. She had no control over her breath — a bit contradictory since her father's nickname for her was Dragon.

"Do you not want children?" Jasmine asked as she kept her eyes focused on Zari's movements. Jasmine tended to forget how old the people around her were. She remembered her own age — 16 years old. She and Zuko were the same age, but he was about two months older than her. She remembered Lu Ten's birthday. It was exactly three weeks before her birthday. He would have been 28 now if he hadn't passed away. Lu Ten and she had a huge age gap, but it was somewhat understandable when her father, Iroh, and her uncle's age gap was taken into consideration. Her father was 60 years old while Fire Lord Ozai was only 46 — fourteen years younger than Iroh. Zuko and Azula had the smallest age gap — only two years. Yet, Jasmine was much closer to Lu Ten than Azula and Zuko would ever be.

"I'm almost fifty years old, my dear," Zari answered as she took a small step back. She admired her handiwork and was proud that she was able to make Jasmine look beautiful yet deadly at the same time. "My time to bear children is long gone."

Jasmine's head tilted slightly to the right as she stared at Zari's saddened expression. Jasmine knew nothing about children or the process of bearing children. She had never experienced it since her mother didn't have any children after her and Jasmine was too young to remember what Ursa was like when Azula was born. Her mother wasn't around to teach her what it meant to be a woman and Ursa disappeared before she could teach her anything either. She only had her father in her life and there was only so much that he could teach her. "My father was in his 40s when I was born, Zari. You're just a few years older than he was, so why can't you have children?"

Upon hearing the question, Zari paused in her movements as her eyes darted to the confusion on Jasmine's face. Ever since Jasmine's mother had died and her father had gone off to war, Zari had been tasked to take care of Jasmine and raise her by conditions laid out by the family. Yet, Zari never gave her the talk. Zari tried to hide her amusement as she turned away from Jasmine's intense gaze. "I think it would be best if you have this conversation with your father, little one."

"Um, okay?" Jasmine replied, not knowing why she had to go to her father to learn the answer. However, she had no interest in asking her father about children. If this was Zari's reaction to the question, then her father would act even more strange.

Still, there was a lot that Jasmine did not know about life and how it worked. She had been sheltered in the royal palace of the Fire Nation for most of her life. Jasmine rarely left the walls of the palace due to the assumption that assassins roamed the streets of the Fire Nation and everyone knew that if her life was lost — they would lose Iroh as well. Due to the fact that Jasmine stayed inside, she never had time for boys. Her days were filled with ruthless training sessions and torturous studying. Perhaps, it was a good thing, the first experience that Jasmine had with love ended in disaster.

His name was Sazeh and he was the son of one of the Fire Lord's advisers — which meant that Sazeh was around often. Jasmine felt special whenever he was around and he even spared a glance in her direction. However, Lu Ten had quickly found out about Jasmine's crush on the boy and had looked into the boy. It turned out that Sazeh had only shown interest her because he was interested in getting close to one of Azula's friends, Ty Lee. She still smiled at the memory of Lu Ten chasing Sazeh out of the palace. Lu Ten always looked out for her and she would forever be in his debt. Oh, how she missed her older brother. Jasmine stayed deep in her thoughts as Zari stepped in front of her and began to tighten the strings of the cloak to assure that it wouldn't fall off her shoulders.

A knock sounded on the door which caused Jasmine's eyes to dart towards the locked the door. Zari finished the final touches on Jasmine's clothing before she walked toward the door and opened it to reveal Zuko's grim expression. His body language told the world that he was calm and collected, but that was just a facade. His fiery eyes told a different story — a thousand different emotions flashed across them, but Jasmine knew better than to comment on Zuko's hidden emotions. He cleared his throat which pulled Jasmine out of her thoughts. "Are you ready?"

Jasmine dismissed Zari with a wave of her hand and the handmaiden quickly bowed to the Princess and Prince before she left the room. Zuko's eyes scanned the room and noticed the gold trinkets that laid across a self and the bed that was covered with the purest silk made in the world. He noticed a few dolls put out on display — the same dolls that Iroh had gotten her many years ago when he was off fighting in the war. Out of every room in the ship, Jasmine's room was filled with the most riches — though, Iroh was a close second since he tended to collect things on their journeys. Yet, Jasmine's room was filled with memories of her life in the Fire Nation. It was one of the reasons why Zuko rarely came inside Jasmine's room — all the memories were too hard for him to handle at times.

Finally, Zuko's amber eyes flickered to the portrait of their family that took up almost the entirety of the right wall since it had been drawn to scale. Azulon, their grandfather, stood in the middle of the portrait while Ozai and Iroh stood beside him. His uncle, Iroh, stood on Azulon's right while his late wife and Jasmine's mother, Zia, stood beside Iroh. Zuko remembered the outrage that had filled the Fire Nation when they learned of Iroh's marriage to a peasant woman named Zia. Lu Ten's mother — Zuko had to admit that he didn't remember her name — died from an illness when Lu Ten was almost ten years old. It was about a year later when Iroh met a musician named Zia in a local tavern and had immediately fallen in love with her. After a few months of seeing each other in secret, they had been wed by a couple of Fire Sages. It was said that Azulon was enraged at the thought of Iroh getting married to a nobody, but there was nothing he could do when they learned that Zia was pregnant with the newest addition to the royal family. Zuko assumed that his mother was pregnant with him around the same time since he was only a couple months older than Jasmine.

Zuko could vividly recall how much Iroh, Lu Ten, and Jasmine adored Zia — even he remembered how much laughter and happiness that Zia brought to the royal palace. It had devastated not only them, but all of the Fire Nation when they had learned of Zia's demise to a sickness that no one — not even the healers from the Northern Pole that they had brought in — could treat. It seemed as if Zia had caught the same illness as Lu Ten's mother had perished to. After Zia's death, Lu Ten and Iroh were tasked with taking control of the great city of Ba Sing Se. Jasmine was truly alone, but she still had them. Zuko's eyes darted toward his father's stern expression — even the artist was able to captivate his frightening demeanor — which was a stark difference to his mother's soft smile. Zuko felt a pang in his heart as he took in his mother's appearance. Ursa had been a joy to the Fire Nation with her warm heart and involvement in the community. He wondered what his life would be like if his mother was still around. Would he still be on this journey to find the Avatar? Would he still be in the Fire Nation as its honorable prince? Would he turn out like Azula and Jasmine or would he take part in their army like Lu Ten? Or would he still be damned to find the Avatar for years to come? He felt tears sting his eyes as he glanced at himself — no scar marred his face in the portrait. He longed to be that boy again, but it was just out of his reach.

"We've lost so much," Jasmine commented as she stood by Zuko's side and looked over the portrait as well. It has been painted by the best artist in all of the Fire Nation and it used to be on display in the main hall, but Ozai had it removed after he became the Fire Lord. But, Iroh had an attachment to the painting and saved it from being turned into ash. Yet, the painting held great sadness and he has passed it down to Jasmine who cherished it with all her heart.

"I wish they were still here," Zuko whispered softly as he kept his eyes focused upward to his mother's calm expression. Even ten years after the painting had been painted, his mother still stood taller than him by a few inches. It was devastating to think about how much could change in just ten years. They were only six when the portrait had been painted and they were oblivious to all the horrors that they would have to face their upcoming years.

"Death is an illusion, Zuko," Jasmine reminded as her eyes flickered down to the golden bracelet around her wrist. Lu Ten had gifted it to her just a few months before his death. It was her most prized possession and Jasmine vowed to protect it with her life. "I believe that people never truly leave us. They're still looking over us and continue to guide us every step of our journey."

"You sound like your father," Zuko muttered — not believing a word that came out of Jasmine's lips. Despite them having the same upbringing, the two had very different beliefs. He didn't have time to believe in silly notions that would only lead to more sadness in the end. He lived in the real world while Jasmine dabbled in a world created by her imagination.

"You should listen to him sometimes. You might learn something," Jasmine teased as she began to make her way towards the door. She opened it to reveal a couple of guards that had been waiting for them. Jasmine looked back at Zuko with a small grin. "Let's go get your honor back, Zuko."

— — —

DEEP BREATHS. It was what Jasmine kept chanting in her mind as she stood with Zuko and six of the best fire benders among the crew. She held her breath as the bow of the ship slowly opened to reveal the blinding sunlight and the harsh winds of the South Pole. Jasmine shivered ever so slightly but forced herself to remain still. She refused to look weak in front of the Southern Water Tribe or Blood Moon children if there were any. Jasmine tried to remember all of the moves that were in her book, but her mind was completely blank as she stared at the group of people that were huddled together. Zuko moved first as he made his way down the walkway while Jasmine and the firebenders followed closely behind.

Jasmine took in the appearance of the small village — a handful of women and young children. The Fire Nation had the ability to easily spark fear in people and it was evident in the expressions of the Southern Water Tribe. Not a single person looked like a threat to Jasmine and she frowned slightly — a part of her had been hoping for a fight to prove that she was a capable firebender, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen. She froze when she heard a loud battle cry and the sound of someone running behind them. Jasmine turned back and noticed a boy — around the same age as her — running toward Zuko with a club in his hand. A grin appeared across her lips as she moved behind Zuko and blocked the boy's attack with ease. Jasmine easily grabbed the boy's club and held him there.

"Hello, there," Jasmine greeted playfully as her dark brown eyes met the ocean blue eyes of the boy in front of her. It almost seemed as if time was frozen around them as Jasmine took in the boy's features from his pursed lips to his wide eyes. However, the true appearance of face was hidden due to dark grays, blues, and shades of black painted across his face to give him the appearance of a warrior, but it was evident that the boy didn't have the training of an actual warrior. A small smirk spread across Jasmine's lips as she ripped the club out of his hands and tossed it to the side. He gasped softly as he stumbled back from the sudden loss of his weapon, but Jasmine didn't let him recover as she delivered a harsh kick to his stomach. He fell back in the snow and stayed unmoving for a few moments. Gasps were heard across the members of the tribe and Jasmine wondered if he was their only line of defense. Where were the Waterbenders? Where were the soldiers? A teenage boy with no training couldn't be their only defense. If so, it was truly a disappointment.

"Sokka, get up, please!" a girl among the tribe shouted as Jasmine joined Zuko's side again, but the boy — Sokka — remained unmoving. She had a deep complexion with eyes bluer than the ocean — much like Sokka which led Jasmine to believe that they were related in some way. She had long brown hair that had been braided while two strands of hair framed her face. The Water Tribe girl clutched onto a much older woman that shared similar features to her — it had to be her grandmother due to the age — as they both stared at Jasmine with a mixture of fear and anger burning in their blue eyes.

"Where are you hiding him?" Zuko asked in a calm and collected voice as he scanned the crowd of villagers. It was a small village which seemed strange since Jasmine had always assumed that the South Pole had a huge population of people. Zuko waited for a response but was met with nothing but wide eyes and silence. He let out a small grunt as he released an arc of fire that passed just over the head of the villagers. They cried out in fear as they cowered away from Zuko and the rest of the fire benders. Zuko gritted his teeth as he reached forward and plucked an elderly woman from the crowd — the one that the girl from before was clinging to — and shook her violently by the hood of her parka. "He should be about this age — master of all elements?"

Yet, no one said a word. Zuko fought the urge to roll his eyes as he shoved the elderly woman back into the crowd where the girl quickly grabbed her grandmother and steadied her. The young girl's hands shook as she wrapped her arms around her grandmother and pulled her close.

"Gran-Gran, are you okay?" She asked softly as she fixed her grandmother's parka. She looked back at Zuko and Jasmine with a glare. With a small step forward, she shouted, "Please leave, we don't know who you're looking for!"

"I know you're hiding him!" Zuko shouted as his voice began to rise in volume which caused the villagers to shuffle back in fear. It was clear that the sight of fire benders struck fear in the hearts of the villagers, but Jasmine couldn't understand why they weren't cooperating. They weren't here for the Water Tribe, but the Avatar instead. They would leave as quickly as they came if they handed the Avatar over. If Jasmine was one of them, she wouldn't hesitate to turn over the Avatar to save her and her people's lives. "Where is he?"

It was a difficult task to move quietly in the snow which made it easy for Jasmine to tell that the boy from before — Sokka — was speeding towards them again. She quickly turned around and ducked as Sokka swung his club at her. She rushed forward and grabbed Sokka's waist and flipped him over her which caused him to slam into the ground behind her. Zuko — who had gotten past the point of irritation — did not hesitate to fire a blast of scorching flames toward him. Sokka let out a yelp as he managed to dart out of the way at the last second. He pulled out another weapon and threw it at Zuko. A gasp escaped Zuko's lips as he narrowly avoided the weapon. Jasmine watched as the weapon disappeared into the distance before she looked back at Sokka who wore a small smirk on his face.

A child, no older than five, rushed over and tossed Sokka a handmade spear. "Show no fear!"

Sokka caught the weapon before he charged at Zuko and Jasmine. The two shared a look — both knowing that the Water Tribe boy was no threat at all — before Zuko easily broke off pieces of the spear with his forearms. He ripped the remaining piece of the weapon out of Sokka's hands before he poked him hard in the head with the blunt end of the spear. Jasmine shot a fire blast towards the boy and he fell backward near the rest of his people.

Suddenly, something hit Zuko hard in the head which caused a loud cling to sound throughout the air. He almost fell forward, but Jasmine steadied him as she caught a glimpse of the weapon that Sokka had previously thrown. Zuko let out a small growl as he stood up tall and readied two fire daggers in his hands. For the second time, something rushed towards them and flew underneath Zuko's feet causing him to fall into the snow. The crew began to help Zuko up while Jasmine took a fighting stance.

Jasmine examined the boy who had just arrived on a penguin — one of the strangest things that Jasmine had ever seen in her life — and watched as the villagers began to cheer loudly. The boy looked no older than twelve years old yet the villagers treated him like their savior.

"Hey, Katara. Hey, Sokka," the boy greeted as he gave them waves. He looked at the girl from before — Katara — and Sokka. He seemed cheerful — even though the current situation called for anything but a cheerful demeanor.

Sokka — who was still buried in the snow with some of his clothing burned away due to Zuko and Jasmine — grumbled, "Hi, Aang, thanks for coming."

Aang. He seemed out of place when he stood next to the entirety of the Water Tribe. He wore a bright orange and yellow Air Nomad outfit and Jasmine recognized it from one of her many books on the fallen Airbenders. Yet, Jasmine couldn't figure out how this little boy could be an airbender when his kind was wiped out almost a hundred years ago. Unless, he was the Avatar that they had been looking for the past few years — all this time and he was hiding in the South Pole. Jasmine snapped out of her thoughts and remembered her father's training. She took in a deep breath before she fired a blast towards the young boy. The boy reacted fast as he lifted his staff and warded off the fireball to the right which caused it to collide with a small igloo. Before Jasmine could process what was happening, Aang pushed his staff into the snow below before he sprayed it in her direction. He continued to spray heavy snow in her direction until she was completely covered.

Jasmine let out a gasp as heavy snow covered her from head to toe. She struggled to move, but the snow proved to be much heavier than it looked. Jasmine could hear the shouts of Zuko and the Fire Nation soldiers, but her vision was overwhelmed with the sheer brightness of the white snow. She remained still for a few moments as she tried to collect herself. The only sound that ringed in Jasmine's ears were the thundering sound her rapid heartbeat. The freezing snow burned her skin which made it appear almost pink as her body temperature dropped lower and lower. Her snow-soaked clothing provided no heat and Jasmine knew that she had to rely on her firebending.

Fire comes from the breath, not the muscle. Her father's words echoed in her ears and Jasmine closed her eyes as she began to take in steady breaths. Embers escaped her lips as she continued to take in deep breaths before she found enough energy to blast the snow that had been piled on top of her. Her fire almost immediately evaporated the snow which caused misty steam to appear around her as she glared at the Avatar and his friends.

A spear was thrown her way, but Jasmine caught it without effort. She gripped the wooden spear in hand before she snapped it in half before throwing it on the ground. Yet, Jasmine didn't have time process the second spear that hurled her way. It sliced through her clothing and left a deep gash across her left arm. She winced slightly as she held onto her arm — crimson blood began to coat her hand. As she inspected her injuries, Sokka ran towards her and tackled her to the ground. Jasmine gasped at the sudden weight above her but quickly began to wrestle for control. She could hear Zuko and the Avatar engaging in their own battle in the background while the villagers cheered on for Aang and Sokka. A growl escaped Jasmine's lips as she pulled out the dagger from her boot and swung it at the boy on top of her.

The feet of the Fire Nation soldiers appeared in Jasmine's vision, but she shouted for them to stay back. She would never let a non-bending untrained boy get the better of her, but Sokka seemed to be somewhat handy as he pinned her arm above her and ripped the dagger out of her hands. Jasmine narrowed her eyes as she took in a deep breath before letting fire erupt from her lips and blast the boy off her. Jasmine quickly jumped to her feet and picked up the discarded dagger.

She looked up and glared at the boy who had dared to take her on. Sokka — who instantly regretted his decision to tackle the Fire Nation Princess — gulped as Jasmine and two of the soldiers stalked toward him with fire erupting from their fists. Perhaps, the most frightening thing was to see that Jasmine's fire extended from her hands to the dagger in her hands. The blade of the dagger had turned a bright orange as flames erupting from it — almost as if it was an extension of Jasmine's hand. Jasmine wasn't one to get angry often, but at that point, she was pissed off. However, she paused her plan to get revenge when the Avatar began to speak.

"I heard you've been looking for me," the Avatar stated as he stared at Zuko. He held his staff to the side as he talked to Zuko and the rest of the fire benders. A frown appeared on his lips when he noticed Jasmine's injury and the drops of blood that had fallen onto the snow. He seemed genuinely concerned — something that Jasmine did not understand. He continued to remain calm as he looked over the rest of the fire benders before his eyes rested on Zuko again. It was silent and Jasmine found it somewhat eerie that no one dared to speak after the Avatar.

Zuko froze as the realization hit him that the young boy — Aang — was the Avatar that he had been searching for. "You're the Airbender?" Zuko asked as he broke the silence. He faltered slightly in his movements as he stepped backward. "You're the Avatar?"

"No way!" Sokka exclaimed from where he stood with the Water Tribe girl. Jasmine fought the urge to roll her eyes. At that point, all she wanted to do was burn Sokka to a crisp for being able to hurt her in battle. Jasmine couldn't recall a time when she had gotten hurt in battle. Yes, Zuko was able to best her most times, but she was never physically hurt before. Jasmine continued to press tightly against her wound, but frowned when she noticed that the ripped sleeve of her top was soaked with blood. It was painful, but Jasmine could tell that it was only a flesh wound. It would heal easily, but could possibly leave a scar. Oh, how she wanted to blast the Water Tribe boy with fire, but she waited for Zuko's command.

"I've spent years preparing for this encounter — training, meditating," Zuko muttered — almost to himself — as a harsh laugh escaped his lips. Jasmine could tell that Zuko was disappointed as well since they both expected someone much different. "You're just a child!"

Aang frowned at Zuko's comment. He tilted his head to the side — an action that made him look even more like a child — as confusion spread across his face. "Yeah, well, you're just a teenager."

The Avatar's comment only enraged Zuko more which caused him to launch a series of fire blasts at him. In defense, Aang twirled his staff in front of him which dissipated most of the flames. However, embers of the fire hit the villagers which caused them to cry out. Aang looked back and his face contorted into one of horror as he realized how things would end if he continued down the path he was on. He stopped immediately and held out his staff as a peace offering. "If I go with you, will you promise to leave everyone alone?"

Jasmine scoffed as she rolled her eyes at the Avatar's words. She looked back at Sokka and Katara — most likely to be siblings due to the features that they shared. Her eyes narrowed in anger as she felt her wound start to grow more and more painful due to exposure to the harsh winds. She almost felt embarrassed for letting a spear hit her, but it seemed that there was no time to repay the favor. The soldiers rushed forward on Zuko's command and apprehended the Avatar.

"No! Aang, please don't do this!" Katara pleaded as she rushed toward then, but her grandmother grabbed her arms to keep her in place. Yet, Katara continued to struggle. "Aang!"

Jasmine looked down at the young boy and noticed the sadness lingering in his grey eyes. "I would say your goodbyes, Avatar. You'll never see them again," Jasmine taunted in a low voice as she began to walk towards the bow of the ship. She could see some of the crew members that peeked their head out to get a look at the Avatar. However, her father was nowhere in sight.

"Don't worry, Katara," Aang's voice sounded over the cries of the Water Tribe. He appeared to be level headed and calm, but Jasmine knew better. There was no doubt in her mind that the Avatar would be executed the second they arrived on Fire Nation soil. Or, he would be kept in the prisons for a long time since the Fire Nation most likely had no interest in searching for the next Avatar in the cycle. Zuko would regain his honor and be crowned prince again while Jasmine and her father would win medals to prove their loyalty to Fire Nation. Jasmine was prepared to go home and be recognized as a War Hero. It was all she desired and it was almost in her grasp. "It'll be okay. Take care of Appa for me until I get back."

Jasmine glanced back and immediately noticed the tears that stained Katara's face. She felt a slight pang in her chest but quickly dismissed it. Jasmine knew that she couldn't be sympathetic toward the Avatar and his friends since it would surely mean the Fire Nation's destruction. The Fire Nation always came first to her. It was her home, her family, her people, and she wanted to make them proud. Jasmine continued to board the ship as she lingered behind Zuko. He walked with vigor in every step as nothing but pride filled him. Zuko turned to the Helmsman before he ordered, "Head course for the Fire Nation. We're going home."

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HELLO, THIS WAS THE SECOND CHAPTER OF EMBERS! I truly hope that you enjoyed it! It was originally meant to be much longer, but I cut the chapter in half so the rest of the episode "The Avatar Returns" will be showcased in chapter three!

I gave up a lot of information in the first half of the chapter about the royal Fire Nation family and how everything worked! I ended up going with Lu Ten and Jasmine having different mothers and that will be very important later on in the book! Also, the second half was just as important because our girl Jasmine finally perfected the breath technique! It only took her about three years to get it right! ALSO, SOKKA AND JASMINE FINALLY MET AND I AM SO SO HAPPY AHHH! I honestly like them a lot! They're definitely going to be an enemies to friends to lovers trope! I hope y'all are excited! ❤️

ALSO —

I found this concept art and it is exactly how I envision Jasmine, but with brown eyes instead of amber eyes! So, if you all needed some help in imagining Jasmine, this is it! ALSO ALSO ALSO, this artwork was created by VIRIA on tumblr! pls check them out because their artwork is gorgeous! 😍

— AMARA
[ CHAPTER POSTED — 05.12.2019 ]