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Mika stared at the map before crumpling it and throwing it away. She flipped open her glider and launched herself into the air. The campus looked really nice. Plenty of space for all the fighters to practice, with water and a fire proof area for the fire benders. Nice dorms, and an eating hall that actually smelled pretty good, the fragrance of cooking noodles made her stomach rumble. Mika had too many bad experiences with eating halls that were toxic, hopefully this one didn't serve onion banana soup. The only thing missing was a place to smoke. She landed in the fire bending arena, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. Taking a deep breath,

Name: Mika Age:18 Birthday: October 21st Element: Mika is an airbender. Nationality: Mika is the child of a traveling airbending monk and a poor Earth Kingdom woman. Height: 5'8" Weight: About 125-130 Gender: Female Body Type: Thin, and while her cups do not runneth over, they aren't empty either. Strenghts: Observation, hard working Weaknesses: "bad boys", meat Personality: Snarky, but when she likes you you're in for life, a bit gossipy and very opinionated. Can have a nasty streak. Likes/Dislikes: likes flying and komodo chicken, and mint cigarettes. Dislikes "perfect" people, the kind that roll out of bed looking amazing Per

He could already hear what Sokka would say. "Man, are you whipped. Whoa-pa!" Imaginary Sokka cracked an equally imaginary whip over his head. He couldn't help it, Zuko wanted to spoil Katara. To give her everything that she had never had in the South Pole. Thus it was difficult for him to really say no to her when it wasn't an argument. So on the Day of the Dead when she said that she wanted to celebrate, he smiled and agreed. He had even agreed to take her to the festival held outside the city dressed as common people. What he had not expected was Katara to decide on a whim that she wanted to get their faces painted as skulls. Katara's had

"Well, there is this one tradition. It's not that important, but you can back out of it if you want. I mean you really don't have to do this. You really don't." Katara's words rang in his head.  He should have listened to her. Of all the things she could be right about (and he doubted, or rather wouldn't admit that there were some) this might have been one of them. But he was stubborn and wanted to do this properly, complete with a hand carved necklace and the ceremonial trials. The Southern Water Tribe had a tradition of making a future son-in-law undergo four tests. The bride's father, grandfather, oldest brother, and former lover (women

Katara studied the meditation pool in front of her, listening to the soft drip, drip, of the water falling into the bowl fat drop by fat drop. She studied the ripples, the concentric circles as they moved outward and then back in after they hit the edge colliding with other ripples, creating patterns only she could feel. "Katara, it's time." Sokka looked at his sister. She stood there in her formal wedding wear. She struggled to stand. Her dress had four heavy silk layers, a bright blue shift, a dark blue silk dress over that with a silk belt, a white under robe with moons embroidered in silver, a navy over robe with more moons and oceans em

"The children are remarkable, and take after their father in most ways; they even have his eyes and hair. Their mother complains that even though they came from her womb, they look nothing like her. You will find he is an admirable boy. He has a strong sense of honor, and I believe with time and training he will make a fine fighter, much like his father.  The girl is quiet and shy; her brother is very protective of her. She does however take after her mother in the bending area." The tang of the sea hung heavy in the air as Sokka and Zuko returned to Republic City. It had been almost two years since they had left on a mission to the South Po

The group was sitting in the courtyard of the house on Ember Island. Zuko created a bonfire, Toph had made a pool in the ground and Katara had filled it with water. Katara was lounging half in half out of the water. Zuko was between her and  the fire with his feet in the water. Toph sat on the far side with Aang while Sokka and Suki at in the water of the pool. They were all laughing and sharing stories from their travels. Aang shared his stories of Kuzon and of young Bumi. Suki shared her stories of the Serpents Pass and what people tried to bring on board. Zuko told about his run in with Nyla the xirxu and what happened afterward

Aang doesn't know that Zuko lied to him. When Katara went after Yon Rha, more happened than he said. But for her sake, and because she keeps his secrets, he'll keep it to himself. He told Aang that Katara didn't kill Yon Rha. Technically, she didn't. Yon Rha had a bad heart to begin with, and when Katara rushed back to try and save him she discovered he had an arrhythmia and her threatening and blood bending had set him off.  Even though it was a technicality, Katara carried the guilt with her in her heart.   Another thing he didn't tell Aang was how Katara had sought comfort with him the night after. How the sobs racked

Until the end, neither knew that the person they were talking to in secret sat just across the way in school.  They both ran in different social circles. He, though scarred, was the perfect example of what the new regime called the "superior man". Zuko was pale, strong, an exceptional fire bender, his hair was black and his eyes were a golden brown. She, while not the worst example of  the "inferior man", was not anywhere near his perfection and thus was considered lower class. It began when Zuko accidentally found a letter. The letter was part of a secret circle of inferiors who had escaped the genocides and were hiding,

When the moon rises full, Katara has visions. Not like Aang where he can go into the Spirit world, but where she dreams but they are far too real to be dreams. According to Yugoda, powerful healers have always had this ability but she hasn't seen a healer like that since she was a little girl, almost before the war started. So now when the moon rises, Katara prepares herself. Normally it's just conversations with Yue, who get quite lonely in the sky by herself. But recently it's been dreams of a past life, before any one and anything she's known. She knows that she's Oma in the dreams, since she's familiar enough with the legends to know. But