I sit by the fountain, subtly bending the pooling water, shifting it and causing waves. This is my only amusement these days. My father, the chief of the Northern Water Tribe is here negotiating a treaty. The official negotiations were postponed until the rebel invasion passes, unsuccessfully. I attended the first few sessions, but I found the dominating attitude of the Fire Lord irritating, along with my father groveling. Every other sentence he would throw out a "my lord", or "as you wish," even, "I, along with my people, are at your service." It made me sick, and it was slightly awkward when I would not second those statements.
I am just glad that women are finally allowed to learn to use water bending to fight in my tribe, thanks to Katara. Although I will admit there are some perks to being basically royalty. Other than the status, you meet all the other awesome people with status, i.e. the Avatar and his friends. They're really awesome people, though I only spent time with them briefly. I smile at the memories of Aang, Katara, and me in class.
"Hello," a silky voice calls from behind me. There can only be one person it belongs to. The Fire Lord.
My body jumps from the shock and the miniature tree I bended from the placid surface of the fountain collapses. The list of rules that is posted outside the bedrooms my father, me, other officials, and a small group of warriors are occupying pops into my mind. The punishment for breaking one is death. One, specifically, echoes in my mind.
No bending