.chapter one. .when fire calls.
"Zuko." The woman turned swiftly, her soft beige robes swishing lightly as she stopped, surprising the man behind her.
"It is time?" More of a statement then a question, the man inquired gently, as if fearing for her. The woman grasped his hand, tightly, without an intention to let go. The man did not mind. They walked, together, towards the mirror of dreams.
.internally bleeds.
Katara turned over on her pallet. It was unusual for her to have trouble sleeping; normally, she slept like a log ("Wow, Katara, how long did you sle – oww!"). But tonight, she hadn't had a wink of rest without tossing and turning. Something was calling out to her. Pursing her lips, she rose from her blankets, smoothing out her blue robe. Deciding to wander a bit, although she could barely call her restricted quarters large, Katara padded down the dimly lit corridor.
IB: I wasn't going to post this originally, but since someone wanted too see this so badly, I guess I shall acquiesce. This is all I have so far.
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