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"My Lord, your champion."

Katara gasped as a young boy trudged into the room. Fresh burns covered his arms, the skin still raw. She dreaded to think what his back must look like. Soot clung to his tattered clothing.

He bowed low, offering a singed red carnation. "Thank you My Lord."

Numb, she accepted the flower, her eyes glued to the terrible burns. Iroh had said this boy would wear his scars proudly, that with them society would respect him. She wondered if he'd said the same about Zuko who'd worn his scar in shame, shunned by his own people.