The faint smell of the ocean awakened him.

His eyes opened in slits as he scanned the room for company.

Then he saw her.

Her face was dark under the dim light. He saw flushed blue in her eyes, gazing at him with concern. Soon, he felt warm fingers stroking his jaw gently, as if patting a wild animal.

His eyes landed on her face, then concentrated on her eyes. Her eyes... where had he seen them bef-

"You should get some rest. You were badly wounded in that fight, you know." Her hands motioned in an unusual manner, calling the water in a jar afar.

His eyes widened in astonishment. A waterbender? Hours ago he burnt the last told waterbender. After that, everything went black.

He blinked. "You're a waterbender," he stated. "I don't understand. I killed the last one."

Confining silence filled the air as she seemingly called wrapped around her hands. "I am the last one," she answered softly, the water glowing as it soothingly embraced his upper arm's wound. "And I will remain the last one."

He stared at her potently, trying to remember her.

Then it came to him.


The fight was rather boring, he thought.

After he burnt the last waterbender, he felt a blunt object hit him in the head. He fell stubbornly and saw blue. Blue, blue eyes.

He instantly found comfort in them.

Then, everything went black.


He shook his head in disbelief. "You saved me."

The waterbender swallowed thickly and nodded.

He paused for a moment as he felt the comforting warmth of the water, healing him somehow. "Why are you healing me? I don't deserve this."

A small smile came across her lips. "Everybody deserves second chances," she said quietly. Her smile widened. "And you deserve a second life."

"A second life." he repeated. He thought about this.

Maybe this would make him escape this life.

Maybe he could live freely with this.

Maybe, just maybe, he would get to live this new life with this waterbender.

He managed to sit up to be in the same level with her. "What's your name?"

Instead of answering, she stood up and her hand cupped his cheek.

He covered her hand with his. "Where are you going?"

She looked at the floor. "My people need me."

"And I need you."

She didn't expect him to kiss her.

Their kiss was chaste and light, but full of emotion needing to be said.

When they both pulled away, she heard him whisper, "Stay."

She left with him that day.