In retrospect, staying with Aunt Marah wasn’t the worst punishment that Shyu could think of. In some ways, it had plenty of bonus points with it–no photographers, no annoying servants, and no Kaja. But for some reason, it didn’t feel like a victory for Shyu. It felt like a rejection. He needed to be out … Continue reading →

Shyu had no clue where he was. One second he was holding onto Mica’s back for dear life; the next he was floating in a suspension of somehow breathable purple water and thick, waxy orange ooze. He tried to step forward, only to watch the ooze melt into solid ground and the water form into … Continue reading →

Nine months later… “Almost there! Just a little more!” urged Bolin. He had been saying that for the past twelve hours so he doubted Tenna believed him anymore. Beside him in the hospital bed Tenna yelled, arching her back with effort. Sweat soaked her hair and dripped down her face. “You’re doing great, sweetheart!” Tenna … Continue reading →

The night air was a welcome escape from the cramped banquet hall. Izumi had no idea how a palace banquet hall managed to feel claustrophobic. It might have been the avatar trying to use her arm as a headrest after the fifth cup of wine. Izumi and Tenna walked up to a terrance that had … Continue reading →

Three years later… The screening room was packed. Not that Korra was surprised — this was a special occasion. Not only was it the mover finale, there were some very important guests in the audience. Varrick had taken special care to ensure the royal family, his mover stars, and their friends, got the best seats … Continue reading →

The code worked exactly as Eagon had said it would. Really, there was no reason that Izumi should have been surprised. She sent her troops in with strict orders not to get aggressive with the combustionbenders. When Tenna shared with them that Eli had been killed, they took no grief in the event. There was … Continue reading →

Izumi had once again changed out of her Firelord robes and back into commoner clothing. It did feel more comfortable, though of course, it meant more danger. As she pulled the crown from her head and carefully laid it on its stand in her room, she heard a light tapping. The door swung open without … Continue reading →

“Pike! Please, don’t go!” Fuse hated how frightened she sounded. Like the day she had first arrived. Part of her knew she was too old for that childishness. She was ten now. A forged weapon. Weapons didn’t show fear. Good weapons didn’t even feel fear. Pike turned. “Fuse! What are you doing? You shouldn’t be … Continue reading →

Nanami’s lungs screamed at her as she ran. This was stupid; so incredibly stupid. She should have been trying to escape the fighting in Sunport, not sprint headlong into it. It wasn’t as if she had any particular loyalty to General Iroh. She was just a normal Fire Nation citizen. He should have been protecting … Continue reading →