Song woke up to a sound of hoofbeats on her pebbled driveway. Her first emotion was panic. Was it Fire Nation soldiers coming to take her away? She breathed a sigh of relief when she remembered. The war as over. The Fire Nation couldn't hurt her anymore. She did this everytime someone came to her house. When would she learn? Well, old habits were the hardest to break.

There was a man on an ostrich-horse approaching their house: the mailman. "Are you Miss Song?" he asked. "Yes, that's me." she replied, warily. Mail was normally addressed to her mother, not her. She was still underage.

"I have a letter and a package here for you," he said as he dismounted the ostrich-horse. He handed her a scroll. Not looking at it, she asked, "And the package?" all this man had carried was the letter. "THIS is the package," he said, as he tugged on his mount's reins. The ostrich-horse came forward and the mailman handed her the reins. He ran off before She could say anything. "Who would send me an ostrich horse?" song wondered out loud. Sighing, she led her gift to the barn, and after putting him in the empty stall, she sat down on a bail of hay. Only then did she take a good look at the scroll.

She gasped and dropped it.

The letter bore a fire nation insignia.

A/N: Please review! This is my first A:TLA fic, so be kind:)