In ancient times, when the Avatar first emerged, a loyal guardian was crafted to accompany and protect them throughout eternity. This guardian is none other than you. Your mission is to accompany Prince Zuko on his quest to locate the Avatar, ensuri...
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You were sitting, cradling your burnt palm, feeling the searing pain intensify as you clenched your hand. Katara lay sprawled on Appa's saddle, her gaze fixed on the billowing clouds.
"Those clouds look so soft, don't they?" she mused, occupying most of the space but you didn't mind. Before you could explain that clouds are made of water, Sokka interjected, "Maybe you should give it a try."
You shook your head, arms crossed, as Katara teased, "You're hilarious." Aang, without hesitation, leaped off Appa's head and vanished into the clouds, his laughter echoing back.
You hurried to the edge of the saddle, watching Aang disappear, feeling a sudden chill you tried to hide it. Aang reappeared, gliding back with a splash, looking like he had just emerged from a river.
Aang mentioned, "Turns out, clouds are made of water." you smiled and shook your head playfully.
You rummaged through your supplies to find your winter coat while Aang used Airbending to get rid of the water around him.
Wrapping the blue winter coat around Aang, you felt a sense of warmth. Aang looked up at you and asked, "How'd you know I was cold?"
With a deadpan expression, you replied, "You jumped into a cloud and got wet. It's already cold up here, and with you soaking wet, you're probably freezing." Aang nodded in understanding.
"Hey, what's that?" Katara asked, drawing your attention. She stood up at the edge of Appa's saddle, prompting you and the others to follow suit.
The rolling landscape was a vibrant and lush green, with gently swaying trees and colorful wildflowers dotting the scene.
However, the peacefulness was abruptly interrupted by a striking contrast - a vast expanse of charred and blackened earth, a solemn reminder of a recent fire's destructive path. "It's like a scar," Sokka muttered.
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As Appa descended into the charred forest, everyone disembarked and took in the scene of devastation. You couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as you placed your hand on the bison's face.
The once lush greenery had been reduced to burnt remnants. "It's so quiet," Sokka remarked as the group wandered through the desolate landscape, while you stayed close to Appa. "There's no life anywhere," Sokka observed, his words hanging heavy in the air.
Concerned, Katara turned to Aang, asking if he was okay, but he remained silent, lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, Sokka's voice cut through the silence as he spotted something and called out "Fire Nation!"
Startled, you rushed to his side and saw the unmistakable footprints of soldiers and some kind of animal. Sokka's frustration boiled over as he yelled, "Those evil savages make me sick! They have no respect for--" Katara cut him off telling him to hush.
