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Dt 4

Chapter 4

Mike watched as Katara clenched her fists. "Sokka, you're making a mistake," the girl told her brother. Mike squashed his uneasiness. He had sent Kai away so he could focus on his quirk better, but now he felt unsteady. It was a harsh reminder that he was in an unfamiliar place. Mike could feel himself spiraling and focused on breathing.

"No, I'm keeping my promise to Dad." Sokka pointed at Aang rudely. "I'm protecting you from threats like him!" Katara only got more angry.

"Aang is not our enemy!" She calmed herself as she continued, "Don't you see? Aang's brought us something we haven't had in a long time: fun."

Unable to take the strain on his body and mind, Mike pulled himself out of his quirk, looking down at his trembling blue fingers. Mike stuffed his hands in his pockets to warm them up. Mike looked down at his legs, which had folded against his will at some point, so he was in a kneeling position. Mike sighed as he closed his eyes. When he opened them, his mist—which had been white—was now a yellow green.

Mike puffed out a breath, watching it float before disappearing. Mike shakily stood up and headed to find his brother, who was probably in the crowd. Mike sprinted through the snow toward his brother. "What's going on?" He whispered to his quirk, which immediately bombarded him with information. Mike tripped, the sudden rush of information overwhelming his senses.

"You happy now? There goes my one chance of becoming a waterbender!"

Mike recognized the voice as Katara's, but he could only see the reflection of a large metal ship sailing in the sea, the form of it revealed as the matter pushed the air away. Something small fell around it like snow as it shot through the sea like a bullet. Mike stumbled to his feet once more as the crowd started to disperse. Half-formed whispers filled his head.

"It's coming," "Get ou-" "Be careful." "Fireben." "Warshi-" Mike grabbed his head in pain, gritting his teeth. Mike jumped as someone led him through the village. The voices continued their relentless noise, cutting each other off and talking over one another.

Mike stumbled along with the person regretting the question. Warmth swarmed around him as Mike was led into an igloo. Mike curled to the floor, grabbing his head as the flow of information slowed.

Slowly the headache receded, leaving a dull throb as stray whispers came from the door. Mike experimentally opened his eyes to scan the room. Kai sat across him, glaring with his arms crossed.

"What'd you do?" Kai demanded.

"What?" Mike scoffed, shivering.

"What'd you do?" Kai repeated.

Mike tilted his head. "Nothing?"

Kai sighed, wishing he could go back to sleep. "Fine, if you didn't do anything, what'd you see?"

"A metal ship?" Mike reflected confused; he wasn't entirely sure what he'd seen or heard. It had been jumbled, and everything was shown and said at the same time. "It was really big?"

"Oh, 'cuz that's helpful." Kai rolled his eyes, annoyed.

"Well, at least I looked; besides, look at this." Mike lifted an arm, trying to put more mist into his hand, but only managed a single tiny wisp. He sighed. "My mist is- was a yellow green, but I don't know about it now.

Kai sighed, "Great. Flippin' great." He seethed, "Thrown into a different world, and now we're in danger again!"

"Well, we can still do something about it. Maybe tell Sokka?" Mike suggested through his shivering.