a/N: Opal can't help but feel less when compared to Kuvira. She's probably seven here, and Kuvira is probably five years older (same age as Bataar Jr).
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Little Opal would lay awake at night staring at the ceiling. She told herself she shouldn't lose sleep over this. She shouldn't be so jealous and petty. Her mother loved all her children equally, whether they were benders or not.
Opal had always felt a close bond to her mother, being the only girl among her siblings. Bataar was always so serious, Huan was always dramatic, and Wing and Wei played around a lot. She loved them all, and she knew her mother loved them all.
But then her mother had taken in another child as a favour to a friend. Kuvira was pretty, smart and she was a bender, not just an Earthbender but a Metalbender. She was the daughter her mother would have loved to have. She could see the sparkle in her mother's eyes whenever Kuvira bent or performed.
Opal rolled over and buried her face in her pillow. She shouldn't be jealous of Kuvira. She was her mother's daughter, not Kuvira. She wasn't loved less just because she couldn't bend. Dad and Jr couldn't bend either. She wasn't weak. She wasn't unloved. She was Opal Bei Fong.
Opal cried herself to sleep, wishing she had been born a bender, like Huan, Wing and Wei, like Kuvira who she felt had replaced her in her mother's eyes.