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{Her mother told her she could've been a waterbending master}
She holds her daughter on her lap, rocking back and forth on her favorite chair singing a lullaby to help her sleep
Flowing past any obstacle, she had a way of getting what she wanted, making their proud strengths into their failing weaknesses.
As a little girl, watching waterbenders fascinated her, dousing flames that sprang up with a simple flick of the wrist, hands bending gracefully.
But this fire could never be stamped out.
.-.
{Her father told her she could've been a firebending prodigy}
He stands proudly in the doorway of the dojo with hands clasped behind his back, watching his little girl mirror her teacher step by step
She had the strength, and oh, how she had the determination.
Her only power came from inside her heart, the belief that good can come from people who are broken.
Of course she had the unwavering sense of loyalty firebenders swore they were born with.
The realization hit her when she sent lightning into her traitor of a father and brought him down on his knees.
.-.
{The townsfolk lamented at what a powerful earthbender she could've been}
She rides her ink black moped through the busy city streets, a darkened helmet covering her pretty features, but everyone still recognizes her
Nothing could faze the girl on the racetrack, she was too confident.
Steady in who she was, ignoring what others told her to be.
Unshakeable and trustworthy of the people in her life, living in the belief that the walls would never crumble into dust.
.-.
But no one told her that she could be an airbender, not once.
She sits by her window with her chin resting on a delicate hand, searching the Pro-Bending Arena for any hint of life, a flicker of light. But a silence settles over the town like the calm before a storm
Freedom was scarce in Republic City, what with the rebellions shaking the streets and uprising turning buildings and factories on its back.
Not even the strongest of benders, not even the Avatar herself, was truly free.
Not since Amon swore on his life to rid the world of benders, a dream that was quickly turning into a reality.
The feeling of being caged in her stone manor, safe from the world outside where a pretty girl like her could get hurt was terrible.
Because that wasn't freedom, it was a shelter. A prison.
No, she wouldn't have been an airbender.
{Asami holds trust too close to her heart.}