The Dragon Princess {𝖠𝖳𝖫𝖠}

𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦

🔥Miozomi's POV🔥

Chapter: 1 Epi: 6

"Today looks promising, I hope I don't have to go home anytime soon."

It really was one of those perfect days — the kind that almost tricks you into believing the world's at peace again.

Puffy white clouds rolled lazily across a blue so bright it looked painted, sunlight spilling through them in soft ribbons.

Appa drifted above the clouds with his slow, steady rhythm, the wind cool against my face as I lay on my back beside Katara and Sokka. Aang sat cross-legged at the front, humming to himself, the picture of serenity.

"Those clouds look so soft," Katara said, watching one float by. "Like you could just jump down and bounce right off them."

"Maybe you should try," Sokka said, not even glancing up from his boomerang.

"You're a real comedian," I muttered, turning onto my side, a smile twitching at my mouth.

"It's a good idea," Katara said, pretending to think about it.

Aang twisted around, grin spreading across his face. "Actually, I will try it!"

Before anyone could stop him, he leapt off Appa's saddle with a yell and vanished into the clouds below, his laughter fading into the wind.

"Aang!" Katara shouted, leaning over the side.

I joined her, heart jumping a little — until a soaked Air Nomad burst back up through the clouds, spinning his glider with a triumphant grin.

He landed beside me, dripping wet, shaking water from his arms and hair.

The spray hit me square in the face.

"Ugh! Really?" I sputtered.

"Oops. Sorry, Zo!" He grinned sheepishly, bending the water right off his clothes. "Turns out clouds are made of water."

"Wow. Truly groundbreaking science," I deadpanned, flicking a drop from my chin.

He chuckled and leaned back against Appa's fur. Katara smiled, Sokka rolled his eyes, and for a fleeting moment, the world felt simple again.

But something in the air below us pulled my gaze down — a flicker of color that wasn't green, a shadow cutting through the valley.

"Guys..." I leaned forward, my voice tightening. "Look."

The laughter vanished. Beneath us stretched a vast scar — an endless patch of blackened earth, the trees reduced to ash, the streams nothing but veins of soot.

Appa rumbled low, uneasy, as Aang guided him down. The closer we got, the more wrong it felt.

The air here didn't move the same way — it hung, thick with the smell of burnt soil and silence.

We landed on the edge of what used to be forest. The earth still smoldered faintly, and the sound of our footsteps seemed too loud in all that stillness.

Sokka scanned the clearing, jaw tight. "It's... completely dead. Not even insects."

I barely heard him. Every charred stump, every stretch of black soil felt like a ghost pressing on my chest. This was my nation's doing.

I could almost hear the crackle, see the flames swallowing everything that used to live here.

Aang knelt down, running a hand through the ash. His shoulders slumped.