Author's Note: This story has many references to my other two stories, Suki's Master and The Kyoshi Warriors. If you want a better insight of the characters and some of the events mentioned in this fic then please, read those stories too. Thank you!

Also, here is an awesome visual reference to the Kyoshi Warriors:

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From left to right: Asha, Okako, Nirmal, Pema and Kitara. This fanart inspired me greatly to write this story. Please check it out and fav it, it is maybe the most underrated ATLA fanart in my opinion.

And now, let the adventure begin! Hope you will enjoy it!

Okako's only relief was that all things considered, she and the other Kyoshi Warriors could be in a much worse situation. Kyoshi was clearly with them in these dire times, as though they had been badly defeated, they hadn't suffered any major harm other than a few small scratches, bruises and burns.

Three days had passed since that fateful battle. It started when three girls attacked them to claim the Avatar's sky bison, and the Kyoshi Warriors had to take the fight and give time to the noble beast to escape. Okako herself was quickly incapacitated, and the others didn't fare better either.

An annoyingly cheerful acrobat wearing silly pink clothes. She was the one who took out most of the Kyoshi Warriors. Okako, Pema, Asha and Kitara had all experienced her formidable technique to of paralyzing a person with only a few powerful jabs. Okako couldn't help but grind her teeth every time she thought about how they would have fared if that girl hadn't been there. They would win. The two other girls, the firebender and the knife thrower, weren't even half as dangerous as the acrobat.

But she was here, and they were defeated. The girls had taken the Kyoshi Warriors as prisoners, and now, here they were: in the middle of a Fire Nation base, in a large tent haphazardly turned into a prison cell. They were forced to change from their Kyoshi Warrior uniforms to some ragged prisoner clothes and they were all chained to the central pole of the tent. Four soldiers guarded them all day and night, but otherwise, they were left on their own.

Okako sighed, and looked around in the tent.

It was just as depressing as in the last two days. It probably served as storage for old and broken stuff before it was converted into a temporary prison cell for the Kyoshi Warriors. The musty smell, dust and scattered trash were clear indications of this. The six girls just barely had enough space to lie down, and they were forced to nestle up to each other. Not like they wouldn't have done it anyways. But at least the junk around them had many pillows and rugs, so they could pass the time in relative comfort.

Pema, the engineering expert of the group, sat in the middle, tinkering with the locks. Her softly rounded face was now twisted into a mask of anger as she failed to break the shackles over and over again. Pema was a smart and resourceful girl – even though she usually used her considerable talents to pursue questionable goals – but the current situation had the better of her.

Kitara, the weapon specialist, just lay at the edge of the heap of pillows. She was maybe the most untroubled girl. Her usual silly smile just couldn't disappear, and her blue eyes were sparkling with the same brightness as always. Kitara was a big goofball, a carefree and easy-going girl. This attitude now helped her to endure the worst, but she also had something else in her mind. Kitara was a skillful swordfighter and a warrior who had already proven her deadliness in the past. In the battle, she had nearly killed one of their attackers, and she drew confidence from the fact that next time, she won't miss her chance.

Nirmal was the healer of the Kyoshi Warriors. Her narrower and more definite facial features made her a little bit distinctive amongst the other girls, but in a good way. She was maybe the most intelligent warrior, and also possessed a very sober and serious personality. Her level-headed insight often helped the cadre with a big deal, but now even she remained ominously quiet.

Asha - the youngest Kyoshi Warrior with her thirteen years, and the scout of the team - was always moving from girl to girl, trying to find comfort wherever she could. Usually, she was wild and thoughtless, but the captivity left her scared and wavering. Now, she pretty much acted like a little animal: when she wasn't hiding in the embrace of another girl, she was trying to break free with a ferocious effort. Okako was really worried about her. She knew that Asha suffered badly in her past, before she arrived on Kyoshi Island and became a Kyoshi Warrior, and it seemed that the current events made her relive the painful memories.

Personally, Okako didn't have to look into that greasy mirror next to her to know that she looked just as weary as the others. Her face was tarnished by anguish and tiredness, and her green eyes were pale from the stress. As the second-in-command of the Kyoshi Warriors it would be her job to look after the others, but now she felt powerless to do anything.

The only girl who retained her determination was Suki, the leader of the group. She sat in the middle defiantly, providing a stable point for the other girls. Her short, fur-like auburn hair was all around her mildly rounded face, and it gave her a pretty intrepid look. Her mere presence kept the morale on an adequate level, but Okako wondered about what was in her head. She had seen Suki and the firebender – a vicious girl who was the leader of their attackers – talking a lot on the way to the base, but she couldn't catch their words. There was definitely something going on between them.

And this was the thing what really worried Okako. So far they had a narrow squeak, but their future was hanging on a thread. And they could do nothing to sway it. The chains and shackles were strong, the guards were tireless and their captors were way too powerful.

The Kyoshi Warriors were doomed, one way or another, and the only thing they could do was wait. And pray to Kyoshi for some sort of miraculous rescue.