The Dragon Princess {𝖠𝖳𝖫𝖠}

𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦

🔥Miozomi's POV🔥

Chapter: 1 Epi: 10

"The days go by, our journey has not been easy, hopefully we'll get more answers soon."

I stretched out on Appa's saddle, the wind brushing over my cheeks, but it barely soothed me.

My mind kept looping back to the village... to that dragon-shaped outline no one else could see, to the lullaby my mother used to hum the one I hadn't heard in years.

How did Nyoko know it? Why did she come to me? Why only me?

I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady the quick thrum beneath my ribs. Nothing made sense, nothing felt real.

So when Aang's voice suddenly cut through the haze. "Hey! I found something!"

I jolted so hard Appa snorted at me.

Flustered, I scrambled down from the saddle and jogged over to Aang and Sokka, sand crunching under my boots.

Sokka was already crouched, eyes sharp and focused.

"It's burned," he said, sweeping his hand through the ash-stained sand.

"There was a battle. Water Tribe warriors ambushed a group of Firebenders." The intensity in his voice pulled me in.

Despite everything clouding my thoughts, Sokka's certainty grounded me.

He moved downhill, tracing prints with his eyes. "The Firebenders fought back... but the warriors drove them down the hill."

We followed him, almost breathless with anticipation, as if each step revealed a page in a story written across the sand.

"So... what happened next?" Katara asked, her voice fragile, hopeful.

Sokka stopped, his shoulders dropped.

"I don't know. The trail ends here."

I looked past him, scanning the shore, searching for something, anything that the others missed, and then I saw it.

A dark silhouette half-buried in wet sand, waves tugging at its sides.

My breath caught.

"Guys, look. Over there!" I shouted, pointing, as they rushed toward it.

Sokka froze first. Katara beside him.

"Is that... Dad's boat?" Katara whispered.

"No," Sokka breathed, touching the charred wood gently. "But it was from his fleet."

"Dad was here." His voice wavered, full of longing and certainty and stunned relief all tangled together.

Night settled thick and quiet around the old Water Tribe boat, the dark sky stretched above us like deep ocean water. We made camp beside the hull, the wood creaking softly as it cooled.

I curled beside Katara, my eyes half-closed, drifting somewhere between thought and sleep.

Sokka, though... Sokka was wide awake — staring at the fire like it was holding the whole world hostage.

Then a voice broke through the stillness.

"Sokka? Katara?"

I jolted, not fully sitting up — just lifting my head, rubbing at my eyes.

Sokka spun around. "Bato?"

"Who the what now?" Aang mumbled sleepily behind me.

I stood as Katara shot to her feet and ran straight into the man's arms.