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Chapter 4

The Poster

Episode 16: The Deserter


"Ok so, wait, let me try again

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"Ok so, wait, let me try again. The banished prince Zuko and his uncle, General Iroh, are hunting Aang down to restore his honour. Aang needs to master all four bending styles by the end of summer, which only he can do because he's the avatar, and then take down fire lord Ozai before he wins the hundred-year war and kills us all."

Sokka just shrugs his shoulders and continues walking, "Pretty much."

"Well, that's just fantastic," I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"This should give us a good idea of what's around here," Katara says approaching a sign.

"See if you can find a menu. I'm starving." Sokka complains.

"Is food all you talk about?" I ask, crossing my arms

"You're a first learner, aren't you," Sokka replies shrugging his shoulders, I breathe out a soft giggle. Sokka pauses, scratching his neck before turning back to the board.

"I bet we will find something to eat here," Aang says racing to join Katara in front of the sign. "'The fire days festival'," He reads, "'Fire nation cultural exhibits, jugglers, benders, magicians.' This will be a great place for me to study some real fire benders"

"You might want to rethink that, come look at this," Sokka says making us all come around to the other side of the sign. There, pinned up, was a poster for me, a missing poster. After placing one of my crutches against the sign I reach up and take the poster off the board. It looks old and torn, hopefully, no one bothered to replace it because they are no longer looking for me.

"Mental ailments? What?" I question no one in particular whilst looking back at the others with confusion written all over my face

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"Mental ailments? What?" I question no one in particular whilst looking back at the others with confusion written all over my face. They all simply shrug their shoulders.

Sokka watches me sceptically, the boy is still wary of me and this poster in the fire nation certainly doesn't help my case. "You definitely don't remember anything?" 

𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧ˢᵒᵏᵏᵃWhere stories live. Discover now