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Ba Sing Se was brilliant, but it's people were shrouded in ignorance of truth. It was better that way, Kya thought, if they knew half the danger of the outsides then there might be riots, mobs, and Agni knew what else. Setting her hands behind the back of her head, she looked up at the ceiling of her small room and gave a sigh, not anticipating training today. It would be your typical hand to hand should you come across someone who could momentarily or permanently rid you of your bending. The men did not hold back on her, snickering when she tripped or missed a hit. From the beginning, she'd known that joining the Dai Li, she would most like

“Ow!” Zuko moving his gaze up from his book given to him by his grandfather, Zuko studied the girl on the other side of the pond, holding her finger. Tears welled in her eyes before eye contact was mutual with the two. Still holding her finger, she raced behind a tree and the garden came to a strange silence. Uncle had told him to be respectful to her, despite her background as a water bender, that she was a child and that she was innocent. Still, a disgust for the water tribe peasant seemed to bring he and Azula together at times. There were even times when the two would torment her at dinner, heating her plate before handing he

“What happened here?” Dismounting Naga with Mako and Bolin, Korra stared in horror at the melted metal of what must have been at least 30 prison cells. Police and investigators surrounded the area in hope of finding out something, damn near anything, about who or what did this. It wasn’t like Lin to call Korra in for something like this unless she felt that Korra was somehow responsible or she was on her last number to call for hell. Both were a bit of an insult to Korra. Lin stood from her studying of the melted metal and turned to the three. Her eyes were intense but there also seemed to be a bit of distress. If there was

“This feels…weird…” Walking to the center of the ring, the Fire Ferrets—he originals—all took in a single breath at the same time, each smiling for their own personal memory that was prompted from the arena. Bolin smiled at the slight small of buns, remembering how he used to stuff his face and snickering as he watched Mako grow angry due to the fact that he had spent money on food that was gone within seconds. Mako smiled quietly at the feeling of winning, of the cheers and the desire to hear his name being yelled despite the fact that he had never shared this secret love to his brother or Korra. And fi

It was—what?—five in the morning when I scared him awake. He had scrambled back, a face of pure horror and concealed fear consuming his face. I rolled my eyes, snapping my fingers and going on my feet. I could tell clearly that the floating was bringing more unease to the situation. In a stammer, he asked who I was. I shook my head and put a hand up, “Even if I told you, you really wouldn’t get it. It’s this whole thing where it’s not my real name, but that’s how people know me, it’s got a 75 in it, and…blah blah blah.” I waved a hand, “It’s a complicated situation and I

“Mom? Does dad not love me anymore?” That had been Tarrlock’s wearily asked question as he sat in their home, watching his father and his brother come back from the river holding the village’s food supply for the week. His father had insisted that he stay behind with their mother. She looked down at her son and said, “Tarrlock, you’re so loved you have no idea…” She hadn’t directly answered his question, Tarrlock took notice of that. “Tarrlock!” he looked up and saw Noatak waving him, he turned to his mother, “Can I go?” she nodded and watched him leave the tent

Katara would admit. She had had her doubts about moving to the Fire Nation. The heat seemed immoderate, some of the people were not completely contented with a waterbender marrying a firebender—as it was the first disclosed diverse marriage that made a statement about uniting the nations—and she was almost certain that she would acquire nostalgia within days of settling. Yet, within a week of staying she felt a belonging. She had quickly grown used to the humid weather. True it was a bit excessive but you learned to find your own satisfaction with it. The people were actually more accepting than she had presumed and nostalgia was

“You shaved your hair?” Lin leaned across the table and ran her hand down Tenzin’s exposed head and cracked a small smile. He noticed and pointed out, “It appears to be the only thing so far that has made you smile…” she rolled her eyes and rubbed two fingers roughly against his head. He allowed her to do this for a moment before pushing her hand off, telling her that it was starting to hurt. “And for your information, I smile plenty,” Tenzin fought hard not to laugh out loud. He put a hand on her shoulder, “Uh, no you don’t.” “I smile when I deem the situation commend

Lin sat at the roof of her home with her knees up, her arms wrapped tightly around them. Her fists were clamped so tight she thought she might break something. She softly blew a stand of hair that dangled loosely between her eyes. She usually hated when this happened but at the moment? It was the only thing keeping her calm. She was angry—no, nix that. That was an understatement. She was livid. Seven days ago her life had been going fine…She had been engaged to Tenzin and her mother had been training her in metalbending… A simple life that she had never once taken for granted. And now? She had nothing. She remembered t

I’d like to think that while I’m at work my wife could stay out of trouble. I’d like to think she’d stay home and if she left would abide by the many but practical laws of Republic City. I’d also like to think that one day I’ll wake up and never have to work again. But wishful thinking gets a person nowhere—especially with a wife like Korra. You’d think with settling down that she’d be a bit calmer. But no, you’d think wrong. Am I complaining about the way my wife is? Agni no! I fell in love with the rebellious avatar because she was willing to stand for what she thought was right. S