Liquid Shadows

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 2

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Fear. Disgust. That's what Yuri read she should feel while bloodbending, but that was not right. She didn't feel any of those things instead she felt powerful, she felt like a god manipulating the blood of the poor penguin in front of her. But with great power came great responsibility, power without a level head meant nothing but destruction. The 12 year old child knew that and she knew she had to be better, not only for her family and for the people around her but for herself. At last she  let the penguin out of her grasp, she could feel something else surrounding the red liquid she just manipulated, more water, muscles, muscles filled with water so she tried holding on to those. The penguin didn't seem in pain anymore but looked confused, his body was not jerking but moving gracefully, it's fin went up waving but it was not him it was the child looking at him. Yuri did it, she found a way to bend people, to make them move at her wish without hurting them. She thought this was a great thing, it could help healers ease their patients pain.

Sayuri has never seen bloodbending as the greatest evil instead she saw it's benefits, but there were more risks than benefits, you could pop without wanting someone's veins, you could cause a clot and many more damages, she needed to find a way to help people without causing damage and then and there she found it. Moving their muscles.

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Republic city was waking up. The sun slowly started to illuminate all nooks and crannies of the city. Yuri stood watching over the rays glistening from the roofs surrounding her apartment. Through the tall windows of her home she could see almost everything but the most striking sight was the one furthest away. There in the middle of Yue Bay stood a rocky tree filled island with a temple petruding through the foliage. Airtemple Island her new home for the weeks to come. With a sigh the dark haired woman finished the last of her coffee turning her attention to her surroundings. Tall ivory walls with intricate  wood paneling, walls that housed and heard more than a lifetime of thoughts and ideas. In the middle of the room stood a deep blue couch faced towards a small fireplace. On the coffeetable between them usually stood thousands of files some stained some pristine but now it was just an empty piece of wood. The kitchen once filled with flowers and jars of goodies stood now pristine and cold. The only place that still held a bit of life in that apartment was the study, walls filled with hundreds of books and shelves that under the wight they were put under started curving slightly inwards. From underneath the packed bookshelves the painted walls were raising to the ceiling, flowers, trees, birds almost making an ecosystem of their own from the small room.

Taking everything in for the last time a knock was heard from the doorway. There, in front of the big oak doors stood two air acolytes ready to help Sayuri with her move. It was to early, or maybe too late, or maybe the right time was never to come. It was now or never so Yuri let the two men inside and showed them the box she was bringing with her. She didn't plan on staying there long enough to bring more things than necessary, work files a couple of books and a few changes of clothes for various occasions.

The walk to the docks was silent, there were few people on the streets, the shops hadn't opened yet and the docks were barely empty. As the ferry got closer to the island Sayuri couldn't take her eyes of off it, there was something to that place that always pulled her in. Maybe it was the home she always longed for, the family she always dreamt of having, the father she always wanted to please and the love she was starved of. Or maybe it was the spirituality that lingered from it, the peace and quiet that was hard to find# in the city. Everything felt like a dream a dream filled with longing and disdain.