"You're...no. No no no. No you can't be real." I stammered, looking around for an escape, knowing there wasn't one. "You don't sound very sure of yourself." It... HE said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. You know, if he could smirk.

Hazel has never felt special. She's the oldest of 5, quirky, and has a habit of being too loud. Although she's an amazing fire bender, she never felt she could do anything to end the war. What could a 17 year old do to impact a war? That's the Avatars job. But what happens when she begins to have dreams of a mysterious man she's never met, but feels the need to save?