The fire war renaissance

Chapter 27: Don, part three

Okay, three weeks in a row. I've got it!

This chapter some more important information, but this time it's about Joo Dee.

And, just because I know you all are wondering…what did I think of the "Last Airbender" movie? I went to the midnight premier, but I'm not going to waste a huge paragraph explaining my thoughts here. So my thoughts can be found at my livejournal (the link is on my profile), simple as that. And no bashing on opinions in the reviews if you so wish to read, please. Keep it strictly about the story if there's nothing nice to say.

Onwards with the chapter!

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Don, Part Three

Mai hated working in the kitchen. She never particularly liked cooking, mainly because she had never really done it. Being the daughter of a Fire Nation politic and governor she never really had to cook for herself. She'd just tell her servants what she wanted and they'd get it for her, especially so since she started dating Zuko and now she lived in the Capital Palace as the Fire Lord's wife.

So it was a huge understatement to say that Mai felt a little uncomfortable in a kitchen of hard working chefs. She knew that Jojo had said that Long Feng picked out everyone's jobs for a reason, but what on earth made him think that making her a cook was the best job for her?

About a few days of Mai almost burning down the kitchen on a repeated manner, the head of the kitchen—a woman named Yuki—decided to put Mai on dish washing duty, much to her discomfort. Though Mai tried not to think of herself as a spoiled snob, she did find it a little, and she cringed to know she felt this way, beneath her to just sand around washing other people's filth all day. Plus, the other dishwashers weren't exactly the most warm and inviting people. After a while though, she shrugged off her hatred of dishwashing and the dishwashers bitter sarcasm because, in truth, bitter was Mai's middle name.

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The prisons near Ba Sing Si were no different than the prisons Mai and Aang were trapped in near the northern tip of the Fire Nation the first time they visited the Black Jade.

The same damp hopelessness eroded the metal of the prison bars until everything was just rusty and horrid looking. It made Aang cringe knowing he'd have to spend all day just standing there, watching good people wallow around in cells like animals. He was the Avatar; he made it a personal promise to help everyone who needed helping. Mai told him ironically the first night after his first couple of shifts guarding that, in weird round about ways, he was helping those people by guarding them. And she also added that the fact that he was down there to infiltrate and defeat the Black Jade was going to be help enough.