The Dragon Princess {𝖠𝖳𝖫𝖠}

𝘈𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘙𝘰𝘬𝘶 & 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯

🔥Miozomi's POV🔥

Chapter: 1 Epi: 7

Yesterday's mind talk was nice? Right? I don't think so, okay, now to get down to business.

The house was quiet, dark, and warm enough that I could've slept another six hours without regret — until the ground trembled beneath me.

A soft shake at first... then the unmistakable thud-thud-thud of large paws digging stubbornly into the dirt.

I groaned, dragging myself upright. My limbs felt like they were made of warm clay but the noise outside kept growing.

A strangled grunt. A very annoyed bison. And Aang's voice — desperate, pleading, and hilariously ineffective.

Yawning, rubbing sleep from my eyes, I slipped outside. The cold morning air slapped me awake.

Just ahead, Aang had both hands on Appa's reins, feet planted, whole body leaning back like he was trying to uproot a tree.

"Let's go, Appa! Come on, boy!"

Appa grumbled and scooted his butt even lower to the ground. Aang staggered forward with the momentum, arms flailing.

He dusted himself off, huffing. "Look, I'm sorry, but the three of them can't come to the Fire Nation with us. If they got hurt, I'd never forgive myself."

The three of them.

Like we were inconveniences. Baggage. Loose ends.

My brows twitched. I felt the warmth of irritation flicker up my neck.

"So get your big butt off the ground and let's go," Aang muttered.

Appa blinked once, unimpressed... then leaned further into the dirt.

"I think his big butt is trying to tell you something," Sokka said as he and Katara joined me.

Aang ignored the comment... right until he tried pulling again and Appa popped him straight onto his back. Hard.

He let out a breathless, wounded wheeze.

Katara stepped forward. "Please don't go, Aang. The world can't afford to lose you to the Fire Nation."

"And neither can we," I added — the last part quieter than I meant, but truer than I wanted to admit.

Aang looked at us, and guilt flickered across his expression... but so did stubbornness.

"But I have to talk to Avatar Roku. I need to understand my vision. If I don't reach the Fire Temple before sunset today, I might miss my only chance."

Then he pointed at me — me — like I was some walking liability.

"And taking Zomi is a terrible idea! What if the Firelord — her father — finds out she's back with the enemy? They could lock her in a tower, or worse, marry her off to some rand—"

"Okay," I cut in flatly. "I'm going to stop you right there. Because now you're just listing my nightmares."

He froze. Good.

"And," I added with a sharp breath, "that's not how the Fire Sages work. Most of them are practically fossils and half-deaf, and they're more loyal to the Avatar than the throne."

Katara nodded firmly. "We can disguise her. Nobody will know."

"And look," I gestured to my outfit, "I'm still in the Earth Kingdom clothes. I'll throw a scarf over my hair. Easy."