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"You'll do great, sweetheart."

She spoke gently, both of her hands cupping my face. She looked down at me with that gentle, warm look twisting her features. We were alone. It only made me feel worse. I smelt the familiar clean, alcohol smell that invaded my nose.

"You've always looked so much like your mother."

His whispers echoed around me. I felt one of his hands take a strand of my hair, gently caressing it before I felt it drop back down.

Everything around me was black. I don't know where I was. I was alone. I'm alone.

I looked around frantically, my head snapping in each direction.

"It was your candle, wasn't it?" Whispered in my left ear, and it felt like it repeated for ages. My head snapped in the direction. Nothing.

"I love you, my little flame."  

"Mom?" I felt myself call out, but no one was there.

"You've grown so beautifully."

"Go! Get your father out, Serafina!" Goosebumps covered my arms at my mothers voice from the night I knew all too well.

"We'll have to wait until we see any changes."

Whispers blended into each other all around me. I tried to scream. I tried to yell, thrash, tell them to stop, but my voice was gone. Too many voices surrounded me. I spun in circles to try and make out their voices to faces, yet no one was there.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't think, I couldn't see.

...

SERAFINA AWOKE WITH a start. She was sweating like she had been running all night. The sun wasn't even out yet.

After Aang, Sokka, Katara, and Serafina had saved Haru and his father on the earthbender prisoner ship, Serafina had seen a lot more of the Fire Nation cruelty. It was a horrible to watch, each of the prisoners being mistreated and losing hope for their freedom.

Oddly enough, Serafina felt as if it awakened a part of her that had been away to sleep. Maybe it was the fact that she was experiencing it first hand, but she felt an anger towards the Fire Nation like anger before.

Since being gifted the wakizashi by the merchant, she had been practicing over the past week. With not much to do besides traveling and setting up camp, she had all the time in the world it felt. She still barely knew a thing about using a sword, so it wasn't much, but what else did she have to do?

It had been nearly five months since she was forced into this world, and she couldn't remember whether her father's mole was on his left or right cheek. She couldn't remember whether or not her and Alli had made up in their fight before she was gone.

She could never really remember how she got here. Before bed every night she would have usually gone over everything she had done the day that she appeared here, but slowly... things were forgotten. It hurt her to her core. She felt homesick.