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A cool breeze gusted through the snowy landscape, making me shiver as I tossed my parka aside. My opponent was not only one of my closest friends, but also a bitter enemy.
We had traveled the world together for ages, and even though I had personally taught him, the young man facing me was now wearing an icy expression.
Which, ironically enough, matches the snowy ground perfectly.
"Aang, I didn't mean to question your authority. Do you really think a bending match is the best solution? I thought that you would understand that having sick Water Tribe members stay at the Air Temples would be okay," I pleaded, desperate to make peace.
Unfortunately, three years after the war my boyfriend has changed from a cute little kid. He's sixteen now, and seeing the effects of a century of fighting, and the revolting nations rejecting peace, everything changed.
He hardened into an emotionless human, if that's what he is. Somewhere deep down, I can remember the compassionate airbender Sokka and I discovered in that iceberg.
"No, Katara, they couldn't stay, even if they couldn't be cared for properly in the reconstruction. I told you they would have to stay, but you disobeyed. I am the Avatar, and you will obey me," he commanded in a deep, threatening voice.
"Aang, why? They needed to rest somewhere safe from the rebels, and the capitols were almost complete! And, you cannot control me. I will not be manipulated," I shot back.
Silence fell between us, then his tattoos began glowing and I backed away in a panic.
"You have questioned my judgment, and the sick have brought illness to my sacred temples. They have been forever infected with disease, and have become uninhabitable. You shall pay the price for your mistake," multiple voices rang out.
Would Aang really hurt me?
My question was answered when a flurry of snow shot out from under my own feet, shooting me into the air just high enough that the impact would leave broken bones, not kill.
Quickly, I waved my arms in a desperate attempt to cushion the fall, and the snow twisted itself around the lower half of my body in response, and I was suspended above the earth.
The cool breeze from earlier began spinning into a powerful gust, whipping around the snow platform keeping me safe, and then without warning my body was tumbling down again, but this time I landed.
A deafening crack echoed, leaving my left leg immobile.
Flames circled around my limp figure, dancing with excitement at the sight of bare flesh. The first embers began licking at the exposed skin, leaving an agonizing, excruciating pain and in a feeble attempt to save myself, I flicked a wrist.
Little droplets lashed out against the ravenous fire, but to no avail, and I began to succumb to the darkness…