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-Ellie
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Katara gulped in awe at the sight of Aang.
Despite the lava rapidly approaching, the boy gave no sign of nervousness at all. He just stood there with a steely glint in his eyes, daring the hot liquid to come any closer.
But of course a force like that can’t be stopped, and Katara realised with a panicked gasp that the trench in front of the Avatar wouldn’t hold all of the lava currently speeding towards the little village. Their cloud manipulation had all been for nothing.
“Aang!” she screamed, desperate for them all to just get of there safely. “The trench isn’t big enough! It’ll overflow!”
Aang whirled around and caught Katara’s horrified gaze. His grey eyes widened as he reached the same conclusion.
Get back. Katara pleaded with him wordlessly.
The Avatar shook his head. No. He could do this.
With barely concealed dread, Aang turned to face the oncoming danger. Katara held her breath. What was he thinking?
She’d be mad at him if she wasn’t so worried.
Aang racked his brain for a way to stop the village being destroyed. There had to be something he could do!
The pure fear resonating through the villagers behind him was definitely not helping. Katara’s terrified whimper cut through the screams and Aang made up his mind.
Facing the lava speeding towards him, the Avatar took a stance. He took a deep breath and waited for the right moment.
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Zuko looked at the necklace glimmering softly in his hands. Without knowing its backstory, he could tell how much it meant to the Water Tribe girl. The velvet was worn and the clasp was well used, betraying its age and value to its owner.
Like my dagger, he thought.
Zuko knew the girl would do anything to get her trinket back. A slight smile graced his lips.
The Fire Prince thought back to the last time he’d seen the Avatar. Aang had crashed through the forest to find the girl, his obsession with her obvious in the way his eyes had frantically searched for her amongst the pirates.
Despite his hatred of the Avatar, however, Zuko could see the attraction to Katara. She was distractingly beautiful, what with her chocolate brown her framing her sapphire eyes…
No.
The Water Tribe girl was bait; a simple pawn in the Fire Prince’s plan to restore his honour. Nothing more.
Besides, she already had an admirer.
Zuko’s eyes sparkled dangerously. He couldn’t see any flaws in his plan.
Katara would do anything to get her necklace back, and Aang would do anything for Katara…
The banished prince looked up and smiled.
Perfect.
