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"Katara?"  Aang pushed open the door to the sleeping quarters and searched the shadows for the waterbender.  Someone sniffed and sat up on one of the beds. "Aang, what's up?"  Katara did a good job covering it, but Aang could tell she'd been crying.  He came into the room and sat down beside her, unsure what to say or do.  Mastering four elements was so much easier than mastering the art of being in a relationship. He wasn't even sure if they were still in a relationship.  After their last parting, anything was possible, though she had seemed happy to see him. "Katara, I-" Before

"I don't think it's a good idea, Toph. He's… He's still in shock." So that's what Katara's been telling everyone to keep them away. It figures. It wasn't like she would ever be honest about something as tragically pathetic as this. It's not like she can admit that I am in no mood to see anyone, to talk to anyone, to deal with anyone's sympathy. Rage I never knew I had pulses through the veins in my forehead. I squeeze my fists, open them, squeeze them again, reveling in the distracting twinge of pain from my sprained wrist. If I let the more immediate, flaring pain fade, the other pain would take over. The dull ache from my legs is ba

                                                                                        Chapter Six: Red Chains There wasn't much to do but watch the blood drip down into the puddle beneath his feet. It was either focus on that or his breathing, and breathing was pain. So he watched the red trickle leak from his body and wondered how much more he could afford to lose. Perhaps he'd made a mistake. The wheel on the door spun around and the torturer and two of his cronies entered the room, looking up at him. Sokka could barely see them around the swollen mass that had once been his nose. "You ready to come down?" A rasping gurgle and a bubb

Mai was not happy. Her clothes were drenched, her hair hung limp around her face, and water had long since soaked all the way through her good leather boots and was now squelching between her toes with every irritated step through her slowly flooding prison. There had to be something useful, some forgotten item or hidden lever that would stop the pouring water or maybe even a secret passage to get them out. Mai refused to believe that a deathtrap had been built below the palace district without anyone complaining about it. But then again the former Fire Lords, unlike Zuko, weren't all about love and rainbows. She sighed. Again. And glared