Author Notes: I believe that Sokka would have understood why the Revolution existed; he might have even sympathized with their complaints. But in the end he would have been against how they went about it. He might have joked, but in the end he is smarter than he acts and would have realized that they were causing more harm than good and the future Amon proposed would bring more strife than balance. But that's just my opinion.
Summary: Aita is Spirit, a member of the Anti-bending Revolution and a person confident of Amon. The arrival of the Avatar in Republic City is both a cause for excitement and fear for Aita. As Amon's Spirit, Aita finds herself torn between her beliefs and love for her twin brother who is a bender.
Disclaimer: Is not mine, I could never make up something so beautiful and predictable as it, though I do wish I had Zuko (I would lock him in my room and never leave).
Warnings: Language, violence, protagonist is a bigot, allusions to sex, eventual increase in rating is possible (but not determined).
Chapter One: Spirit
"I just heard the great news. I can't believe you're in the Pro-bending matches," said Sato excitedly. Bolin and Mako were in their shop again. It had been three years since Bolin had cut the pet rock in half and started making a bloody trend out of the stupid things. Not the pet rocks, the neatly cut in half pet rocks. Unfortunately it seemed like the group that made the pet rocks had only done so that one time, quickly deciding they didn't have the time or resources to make a regular supply. Instead they had agreed to give the 'patent' to Aita and also the information about the quarry they got the rocks from. It was cheap, the rocks were basically useless to the people at the quarry, and most of the price was for transportation.
It had helped to get these two jokers out of the gangs. The extra money had given them enough to train, and then they had started playing in the underground bending matches. Now they were apparently part of the Pro-bending league. Or whatever it was. At least they weren't working for the gangs anymore. The gangs fluctuated more than should be possible between certain types of bending and mixed bending. It wouldn't have been good if one day the brother's were employed on either side. If they had anything going for them, then it was their love and dedication to each other.
"How are you're new candle babes selling?" asked Mako, looking at the little stone carved baby with a little candle in her hand. "Did you drip wax on her already?"
"It is our 'pre-used' custom made toy," said Sato and then shrugged. "We don't really get why they're so popular. Hell, Aita makes and designs them and she doesn't understand why kids love them. Though if there was any girl ever born without any maternal instincts then it'd be my sister."
Sato looked up from writing checks and glared at her brother.
"I think I liked it better when you were odds and ends store. Why did you become a kid's store," said Mako with a frown.
"It's what we became known for. All the rest of the stuff just became too much trouble to keep around," said Sato. "Plus, inventory actually became easier."
"Could just have been the extra help we got to help with these things," muttered Aita glaring at one of the candle babes. Every few months they made a new kind. Categorizing, saving blueprints and ideas that were popular, canning others, and listening to what the customers wanted back and figuring out when the right time to do so was needed. Aita came up with all the new ideas and she had three helpers that came in five or six days a week for four to five hours. They even had someone to help with the paperwork seeing as Aita couldn't do all that she used to, and to help Sato with some of his as well.
"Guess we left you a bit short handed when we stopped helping you," said Bolin.
"If you actually amount to anything, let us know. We can have you pre-break the toys and sell them for more," said Aita.
"Huh, well, I guess we could do you a favor," said Bato. "But only for your-"
"We gave you a job when all you had was working for the gangs," said Aita. "You're repaying the favor that made me have to figure out new ways that breaking things by bending would make it more 'cool' for both earth and fire."
"Hah, you're store only got as popular as it did because we bended things for you. I bet the people you hired were all benders," said Bato.
"It's convenient to use benders. And my brother gets antsy at the idea of false advertising. If it were up me I'd do it without having to shell out more money for the benders services and just use chisels, wicks, and sand to make my toys," said Aita, looking up so she could glare at the obnoxious earth bender. He sighed and looked over at Sato.
"You're sister is being mean," he whined.
"Tell me something new," said Sato with a smile. Aita rolled her eyes and glanced at the clock.
"I need to get going in an hour," Aita said. Sato nodded.
"Where you going?" asked Bolin. Aita glared at him.
"Stop annoying Aita, Bolin," said Mako using that long suffering sigh that Aita sometimes used when speaking to her twin brother.
"Why don't you head out now Aita? It seems like it's going to be a quiet day. I'll finish up writing the checks for our needy little employees and close up for the day," said Sato.
"Thanks," said Aita. She headed to out the door with hardly a glance back. She really wished her brother wouldn't let those two hang out at the shop. Her father had demanded why they didn't employ their siblings. It would be more cost efficient, but even Sato had protested against that. The four weren't that skilled in their respective bending. Mother never had enough time between her job at the factory and keeping all the kids and house in order to teach Artac, Luio, and Throng how to water bend properly. Their father had such a hectic schedule and short temper that there was no chance he could teach Yuaa and Sato how to firebend. And public school had been a joke. It wasn't even much of a surprise that it took thirteen years for Sato to discover he really had powers.
Getting Sato to properly be able to fake firebending was difficult. It had been three years since he had 'come out' to his father. Stating that he only found out a month before and was so poor at bending that he had been afraid to talk up. Father had been so happy that he hadn't cared, not even after Sato proved his bending was limited. It didn't change the fact that Sato wasn't really his son, but apparently as long as he could firebend, then he could delude himself into believing that he really was his son. Who knew what their stepfather thought.
Aita dug out a pack from the corner of the alley. She easily slipped on the nondescript dark clothing and smooth mask that was in its folds. She slipped into the shadows of the alleyways and toward the headquarters.
Amon would be waiting for her. Well, not waiting, but planning. In the three years since she'd started learning how to block chi she had earned herself a place in their ranks. She wasn't the best fighter, but she was the only one who had taken to wearing a mask that Amon had personally shown approval for. Now that had been a day. He'd taken her to where their main base was and shown her what it was all about. He had told her his plans for the future. He spock to her heart and her dreams.
She had become an ally, Amon said that to a certain extent she'd become what he was, a symbol. Without a face they became something more pure, even when they talked about their pasts and their suffering, without a face, their story became everyone's story, their actual pasts obscured by their faceless visage. It helped that Amon was also an amazing speaker.
She rolled up her sleeves and tied a string around it. She had been shocked at first to find that she didn't quite agree with everything that Amon had to say. He hated benders. Not just bending, the actual people he thought were rotten to the core, but he knew Aita was more complicated. She didn't hate benders; she acknowledged that they were people, just like her. But their ability to bend tainted them, made them feel superior and gave them too much power. Benders separated and easily started to hate other elemental benders. They hurt and extorted those without powers because if they didn't then others would. Bending gave way to corruption of the mind and soul. Aita feared the day it changed Sato beyond her love. The day it finally turned Mako and Bolin into monsters.
She had expressed her gears to Amon without revealing much, mostly just vague references to friends and family. And amazingly, soon after they started talking about benders, Amon's speeches started to change, they were still full of strength and a world with quality, but his hatred of benders in the speeches became one also mixed with pity. And as Aita found, more people responded to that then just hatred. People were confused. They hated benders. They hated all those people who had exploited them with their bending. Who had gone somewhere in life because they could bend and you couldn't. Every person that had friends and family torn from them because those other people were 'blessed' with bending.
But that was the problem. People had loved benders. Had loved their children, their relatives, their parents, and bending is what had come between them. Friends torn apart by special treatment and extra classes. Parents who couldn't connect with their bending child or with one without. There were rumors that the upper class had away to tell if the child they were giving birth to would be a bender or not, and from that information would decide whether or not they wanted an abortion. Aita had met more people during training that didn't so much wish that all benders would disappear, as they wished all bending would disappear so everyone was on equal footing.
Lee, Amon's right hand man, had said that Aita's more feminine view on the problem had saved their cause from being lost in the thousand of rebels and extremist views that seemed to fester in this city. It was a real concern, but there were so many things and complaints people had, that it was hard to rally people to just one cause. Plus, over half the population of the city were benders, none benders had plenty of chances to be afraid or question whether they wanted to oppose benders. Everyone here had grown up around benders, even with a certain amount of divide, there were many benders who took on 'normal' jobs or did the same activities. Some only used bending sparsely that you found out weeks later they were benders.
Everything was hard when your neighbor, your brother, you lover, had something in them that made you hate them. It wasn't even them, yeah, a lot of benders were jerks and privileged nuts, but then you got to know others, hear their stories, know their backgrounds and families. Amon didn't understand this. He just saw them as evil. Amon had never dealt with benders besides the bit where they killed his entire family. He never had a chance to see them as fellow humans. Even in the city he kept himself completely separated.
Lee had eventually joined in. He told more intimate stories that grounded Amon, instead the more vague ones from Aita. Actually, Lee's wife was a bender. That was the weird part. He had asked Aita to stand with him when he told his story to Amon. Because it would have been bad enough if she was a past tense for whatever reason, but he was still with her. As much as Aita found herself almost distrusting the man, she also understood him. In the end, she couldn't kill or do any harm to her own brother. Turned out that Amon didn't know about Lee, which made sense, Lee was also their spy master. Having Aita there stopped any really unnecessary bloodshed.
Lee had thanked Aita for being there. She had nodded. And then Amon had thanked her. Called her his soul. Said she was everything that he couldn't be. She was the reason people would come and stay. He would drive their passion and their drive. She would keep him on the right path. Make sure that they didn't become worse than the evil that they fought. She was his Spirit.
"Spirit," called Lee as she entered the training area. She looked at him in surprise. She wasn't supposed to see Amon until later that day. She looked around, the entire group looked disheartened. Most of them were coupled together, armor specially made so that the opponent would know if they hit but wouldn't actually incapacitate the other person. Low level training for low level followers.
"What is wrong?" she asked in a harsh whisper.
"It's Sensu. The raid yesterday…" Lee said with a bowed head. The rest of the training group followed suite and Aita realized a moment later what her friend meant. She sighed and bowed her head.
"Then we must find a new teacher for the recruits," said Aita softly. She never talked louder than a harsh whisper when she had her mask on.
"We would be honored if you would teach us Spirit," said one of the trainees. Aita smiled behind her mask and bowed slightly.
"I am sorry. My style is more complicated. I would not make a good teacher," she said. Lee shifted uncomfortably but nodded in agreement.
"We are going to speak Amon. By the end of the day you should know your new general is and when the funeral to commemorate Sensu is," said Lee. He offered his arm to Aita, who ignored the gesture. It was weird to go from being considered 'one of the guys' to Lee treating her like he was a gentleman was disconcerting. Amon said it was one of the reasons she was perfect. While there were many who would flock to him and his ability to spin a speech, a female would make them see more sympathetic. A girl that could act demure at times but also be a symbol of destruction against the benders when needed.
"I can't believe he's gone," Aita whispered as they left. Lee held her shoulder. Sensu had been so good to her. He hadn't even freaked out too badly when he noticed she had the stance of a bender. Had simply told her to leave and come back the next day, and then apologized for being rude and said Amon had thought it would be a great joke to see how Sensu would react to a potential threat. Apparently there had been a bit of a panic after she left until Amon asked if a girl who moved like a bender was in the area.
I believe Amon wants you to take over Sensu's public persona. Well, not literally. He was supposed to be our actual face to Amon's covered one," said Lee.
"I don't know," said Aita. "I'm not sure if it will help our cause if there are two masked people proclaiming about a cause we can't even show our face to support."
"Amon's face was 'stolen' and you are his female equivalent," said Lee.
"The female support is supposed to be the open one. The one that can show her face and gain the people's love," said Aita. Lee sighed.
"We will leave it to Amon to decide," said Lee. Aita nodded. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that part of the plan. She wasn't a very public persona. All of the chi blockers and core group to their anti-bender cause knew her. But no one had ever tried to follow her home, find out who she is, or notice that her style of fighting incorporated more bender techniques then was normal. She existed on the fringe. She had been honored to be allowed to wear a mask. More so to become an iatrical part of movement, carrying out missions, and even meeting regularly with the man who she had grown to idolize. Never before did she think she'd be more than a fangirl or common foot soldier.
"I'm worried about Amon. He seems to be pulling away even more than usual. He's become hardly responsive. I don't even know what he plans to do now that Sensu has been silenced," said Lee. "We think it was an assassination. They made it seem like a suicide, and that's what the newspaper put in but…"
"I knew Sensu. He wasn't suicidal," growled Aita, finger curling as she shook with anger over the thought. Lee grasped their shoulder and then knocked to warn Amon that they were entering his sanctuary.
"I need you to be sentimental," whispered Lee. Aita look at him in confusion and he must have been able to read her because he chuckled. "Instead of acting like your planning the best way to get revenge, pretend you're crying."
Aita was glad that he couldn't see her expression or he'd be able to see that she was blushing.
They entered the room only to see Amon sitting, slumped, staring (or Aita guessed he was staring) at the papers in front of him. He looked so defeated. It was heartbreaking, but then again, if anyone had been close to an equal instead of a follower to their leader, then it had been Sensu. Lee nudged her and Aita tried to suppress a sigh. Instead she hitched up her shoulder and then ran to Amon and threw her arms over his shoulders the way she'd seen her half sisters do to her mother or stepfather when they were particularly upset.
It took him a moment, but then he turned to draw her in more comfortably. He reached under her mask, and she froze. Afraid that he would decide to unmask her so she could be the face of their cause. But he just brushed under her mask at the tears falling there.
"I suppose you've heard about Sensu?" asked Amon.
"He was an amazing and inspiring man," said Aita.
"You are horrible at being sentimental," said Amon. "How would you like to plan how we will take our revenge instead of stewing in our misery?"
"Nothing would make me happier," said Aita with a sincere smile that Amon felt with the gloved hand that had been placed over her mouth.
"I suppose that you put her up to the waterworks?" Amon asked Lee. The man stroked his beard and smiled conspiratorially.
"Not that it seemed to work," said Lee. "You never let her just be a girl."
"She isn't just a girl," said Amon. "She is my Spirit. My silent heart."
Aita bowed her head.
"Now about that revenge. I have a name and place. The informant you supplied for me, Lee, was able to even get me a picture," said Amon, shuffling through his papers until he found the right one and then passing it to Aita. She blinked slightly in shock before smiling. "I'm giving it to you because I trust you to have enough restraint and creativity to bring him back to me alive. I wish to personally see that he is brought to justice."
"Of course," said Aita. Amon sighed.
"Unfortunately this, I believe, is not the one who organized to get rid of Sensu. We believe whoever arranged for him to be murdered was in a high position. But we have yet to really narrow down exactly who it might be," said Amon. "This man, however, will do as a beginning. He's a professional. He'd have to be to carry out this 'suicide' convincingly."
"We underestimated the lengths they would go to stop us," said Lee. He almost sounded awed. "Are we really gathering that much attention?"
Amon laughed. "Ah Lee, my friend, I always appreciated the way you could see the bright point of any horizon."
Aita bowed to him. She was smiling under her mask, and couldn't help but feel completely the same as Amon.
"I didn't mean to diminish the gravity of Sensu's death," said Lee. Amon walked to the man and hugged him as Aita watched. She looked back at the information that Amon had handed her. It would be her pleasure to avenge her fallen master. Tears would not bring him back. The most she could do was reflect on his life and live by his words and teachings.
Sensu had been almost as radical in his views and hatred of benders, but at the end of the day his true loyalty and passion went to his students. It helped that the only people who had ever wanted to learn chi blocking were nondenders. Soon, the lessons by Sensu were geared toward those who wanted and had the ability to become part of their army for the revolution. He had always been smiling. Well, almost always. He was very prone to completely freaking out and blowing up when the mood struck him. It had been a game among the recruits to see who could anger the master first, though the prize was never worth the pain in Aita's view.
As the two men started to talk about the preparation for the funeral and finding and recruiting a new teacher, Aita snuck out the window. Despite her strength, Aita was an accomplished acrobatic. She had worked hard to get the perfect balance of muscle and limber. She had the right body for a gymnast. Compact with great flexibility and strength, her brother said that she was overzealous about her wanting to keep in shape. But even in her life she was sought out and attacked by benders. Mostly because they found out that her fighting style heavily mimicked them and benders found that insulting.
The town was a maze and a straightforward path. Many times, a citizen of Republic City will not venture far beyond their sector. Not because they were blocked or forbidden, but because of the separate nature and culture that each section fostered. Which didn't stand for all citizens. Aita had been everywhere since she'd joined the cause, and Sato didn't seem to realize that there was a difference between high class and low class and went wherever the hell he wanted as long as he wasn't the one spending any money.
The sun had started to set when she arrived at the location. It was a nice little apartment complex. The tenants in these places would have plenty of room to stretch in with nicely designed with plenty of expensive nick nacks. Aita saw a flash of the face of the man she was to find. He looked like he was busy. Not suspicious, but just get ready for a night out. There was a chance that he was waiting for retribution, but he might have thought that he had finished his job with no one the wiser, or at least no one to come and exact revenge for those he had hurt.
She jumped to the ledge of the window. The dying sun playing shadows against her back and the room around her.
She moved quickly, her feet hardly touching the floor, a trick she learned the night she dreamed of how to teach her brother his bending. She entered the room the man had been prepping in, only to throw herself to the side to avoid the flames that were aimed at her.
"What sort of freak are you?" asked the man. Aita glanced to see the murderer charging her, fire daggers appearing in his hands. A firebender, how clique.
Aita quickly changed her stance to mimic that of a water bender. Often the most effective fighting style against a bender was the one that was the opposite of it or the same one. She easily deflected his first attack, and jabbed him in the arm. He breathed fire and Aita found herself quickly rolling backward. She struck out with her feet and he basically fell over her. His hand wrapping around her hair. Aita felt her breath catch and she quickly jabbed all the hot spots along his side and up his arm.
The man gasped and fell backwards holding his sagging side. He breathed in again and Aita struck his neck and then two points on his legs. He fell hard on the ground, mobility almost completely gone. Aita quickly jabbed the remaining spots and sighed. He was a wiry thing. He'd weighed a lot less than a lot of the stuff she'd been expected to haul around, and a couple of them had even been more awkward. Still, she could usually walk around as goofily as she wanted with only the fear of ridicule. Now she had to make sure that she kept to the shadows and no coppers saw her. That's all their cause needed. One iconic member committing suicide and another ending up being Chief Lin Beifong. Then again, Lee did have a way of thinking ways to put a positive spin on a horrible situation.
Aita sighed and started to gather the man while looking for something she could use for cover. She huffed and then jumped as the man somehow set his restraints on fire. Somehow he could still do firebending. Apparently she would have to hit every chi point.
She knocked on Amon's door, shifting the weight that rested on her back the window opened sharply and she looked up into Lee's eyes.
"You look like a hunchback. How the hell did you make it here without being noticed?" he asked. Aita pushed the dead weight to the ground. It thudded dully. She lifted her hands and quickly jabbed at him. "He give you some trouble?"
"We have to keep him completely immobile or he'll fire bend," said Aita, making sure that even the man's fingers couldn't twitch and then going to the spot on his eyes. "He started a minny fire by batting his eyelashes. It was a wonder that I didn't get caught."
"A resourceful firebender. Don't worry. I didn't plan on a public execution. No need to start shedding blood before we half to," said Amon. The man glared. Aita walked back into the wall and took a look around. There were three other people than before. One was Sensu's original and longest apprentice, Dou. He had a real knack for their lightning bending batons. Aita hadn't really cared for the things. She avoided them as much as possible and had refused lessons. The tallest was Amon's strategist, Luco. He glared and spit a lot. Aita avoided him. He wasn't interested in anything but himself and the cause. He threw around the word equal in ways that made Aita's head hurt. The last was an elderly man who looked like he'd rather be anywhere but in this room with them.
Amon saw her gaze and beckoned her toward him.
"Spirit, I'd like you to meet Tozen. He is thinking of becoming our new teacher. He is a great chi blocker. He'd fought against benders," said Amon. He man's scowl grew more pronounced.
"I fought for the good of us all against those who wished to rise up and destroy our way of life," said Tozen. "Is this a show of how much power you have? Do you intend to bring equality by killing the strongest benders and show that nonbenders are just, if not more, powerful than them?"
The way the entire room seemed to tense, it was obvious that they all realized they were being called terrorists.
"I can't speak for the entire room," said Aita. Tozen's gaze immediately shifted to her in what could have been surprise. Aita guessed it was more for the fact than what she said. She whispered all the time, so it was easy to not hear what she said, and her clothes were so baggy that it was hard to tell if she was a man or woman. "But the only reason I aptured this man was because he killed and tried to shame a person who was a close friend and mentor of mine. I would have brought him back whether he was a bender or not."
Though whether Amon would have was a better question. It wasn't that he didn't care about Sensu or wouldn't have hurt the man who killed their friend. But benders were so prevalent in this city. Killing any non bender seemed like a good way to thin their numbers and destroy potential people who could later be of great help to their cause.
"We are Equalists, not murderers. Our goal is to bring equality to this world. Not murder indiscriminately," said Luco. Aita glared at the man. He was not helping.
"The only way you believe that we can all become equal is by ridding the world of all benders. Are you really so sure your goal is not one routed in murder?" asked Tozen.
"Please, Tozen," said Amon, coming between the two men. "We understand your reluctance to join our cause. We will discuss whether you wish to become a part of our cause. For now, this man might be the one who killed Sensu, but he is not the mastermind behind his death, simply the tool."
"Even though we did not always see eye to eye, Sensu was a close friend of mine. I will gladly help you track down and bring justice to those that did this to him," said Tozen. Aita bowed as Tozen walked toward her and the bound fire bender. "Please, undo his blindfold. It's more effective if they can see what I'm doing to them."
Aita complied and also propped the man up. Both Tozen and Amon took a step forward. She then bowed and stepped back. Still close enough so that she could hold the man back if needed. She closed her eyes, preparing herself for what was to follow. The floor creaked and there was a violent whoosh of air as the man made another fire blade.
Aita moved out of instinct. The man was aiming to kill Amon. She hadn't hit his chi spots since she entered the room, and he'd just been waiting for his time to strike. Anger coursed through her veins and she grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him back to the ground. She flipped over him, and forced his head up and with her pointer and middle finger struck his forehead as she stared him in the eyes. There was an explosion of air and the man flew three feet backwards.
There was nothing but a moment of stunned confusion, including Aita's own. And then she started blushing. She wasn't supposed to mimic the vision she'd seen in a stupid dream three years ago. She was supposed to kill him. It would have made bringing him in alive pointless. But at least she wouldn't have made a fool of herself.
The man looked surprised, and then sneered, grabbing at his fists to make his daggers again. No fire appeared.
"What? My fire bending," the man clutched at the air. "Where is my bending?"
A knife lodged itself in the man's chest and he fell over, dead.
"I didn't see you hit any of his chi points," said Tozen. Aita stood frozen. Surprise and a hint of fear running through her brain making her body unresponsive. A hand curled around her shoulder and Amon turned her face Tozen and the rest.
"No she didn't," said Amon confidently and squeezed her shoulder. Aita thanked the gods her expression was hidden.
"I completely took his bending. He would have never been able to retrieve them no matter how hard he tried," said Aita. Sure of that fact even as she said it. She should have realized that a dream that kept with her for years wouldn't be just a dream. She had always been more connected to the spirit world than was normal. She had visions of how to airbend and she was able to teach her brother the basics. She told fortunes to the kids, and she hadn't heard any reports of her predictions being wrong, she had dreams about lessons from classes and beings from their classes.
"This is how you will bring 'equality'?" asked Tozen.
"I told you Tozen. Our goals are to bring equality, we would like to avoid bloodshed as much as possible, though we are pragmatic enough to realize our cause will be met with quite violent opposition," said Amon and then sighed and looked toward the sky. "The spirits gifted me with Spirit. She will teach me to take away a benders power and then we will head toward a brighter future where all humans stand together as equals."
"Are you a spirit my dear?" asked Tozen, smiling at Aita.
"I am Amon's spirit," said Aiita with a bow. "I will do all I can to bring peace and prosperity to this world. And I truly believe that the first step in that direction is dispelling bending."
Tozen closed his eyes in thought. "Ridding humans of the ability to bend will not automatically bring peace. I have seen nonbenders who believed because of status or intelligence are better than those around them. But I have also seen even the most well meaning bender exert their powers over nonbenders and at least imply that they are of more use than their nonbender counterparts."
He lapsed into silence and Aita felt Amon's fingers dig into her shoulder. Finally Tozen nodded.
"I would be honored to join your cause," said Tozen. "Let me start by taking care of this man. I will have those I know are loyal start searching for the man who is truly behind this attack."
"Keep me informed," said Amon. Tozen bowed and snapped his finger. A young man in goggles and a young woman similarly dressed came in and quickly gathered and removed the fire benders body. "Luco, keep them safe."
Luco looked like he would protest for a moment before snapping his teeth shut and following the chi blocking master out with a quick bow.
"Spirit, how?" asked Lee after a moment of silence. Amon turned her to face him and kneeled down to her level. They stared at each other. Aita imagined that for a moment that she could see his eyes. Just an outline or flicker of light instead of the black pits of the mask.
"I thought it was just a silly dream. I saw the last avatar taking away the Fire King Ozai's powers. I felt their emotions, their power, and their connection to the world around them. I learned the movement and awareness needed to sever a bender from their bending. But I thought it was just a dream," she paused and then turned to Amon.
"Can you teach me?" asked Amon. Aita closed her eyes and then nodded. "Then that is what we must concentrate on. The sooner we take bending away, the less chance we will lose more friends."
Aita nodded and then turned to Lee.
"I'm sorry Lee, but as I know that I can teach Amon, I know I cannot teach you. It takes a certain awareness and strength you don't have," said Aita. "I will try to teach you later, but…"
"I understand Spirit. You must teach Amon. He will be the one to lead us to victory," said Lee. He bowed and left.
Aita sighed and looked to her leader. She was going to teach her idol. She was going to pass on knowledge that would give them the edge to winning this war. She let the excitement and pride swell within her, and then she let it go.
"Shall we begin?" she asked.
Aita yawned as she fanned herself with the fancy 'fortuneteller' hat that her water bending employee had bought for her. She yawned and winced as the bell rang signaling that more little hellions were here for their fortune. She sighed and opened her mind.
"Hello Tulla, Izan," she said in her most sage like voice. She then cocked her head to the side. "You are not here for your future to be told. You have news."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"The avatar stood up to the triple threat triads," said Izan excitedly.
"The avatar was arrested by the metal bending cops," said Tulla.
Aita felt her hat slip from her hands. Just as they had lost a friend but gained a powerful ally. Just as they had learned a new skill that could very well offset the war in their favor. The avatar appeared in their city. This was perfect.
