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Yes, my readers! I HAVE RETURNED!

3, Good To See You

For a year, I walked the world, until my feet, having no shoes, grew thick with calluses. Back at my Master's house, I had, yes, been given shoes, but they were thin, silk made slippers, and quickly wore away on the rugged terrain I walked on.

I mainly traveled through the Earth Kingdom, and ignored the passing glares of people when they saw the colors of my clothing. My servant's dress was travel stained and tattered and frayed at the edges, and my apron was used for a cloak when needed.

But once I traveled to the South Pole, don't ask me how, it is a bitter memory. Full of freezing waters, wet clothes, and kindly brown-skinned angel people.

A lone tear slid down my cheek thinking of those kind people…

I cried out weakly in the blizzard. My feet were starting to look black.

With one last cry, I stumbled into the snow.

I moaned as I woke. I felt warmth all around me, covering me, beneath me, and glowing on my face. I wasn't sure if it was glowing, but I knew there was warmth.

I opened an eye, and gasped. Women, all older women, bustled about the small tent, which I noticed was made of animal skins. I looked down and saw that what was covering me was furs. Lots and lots of furs.

One of the women, who appeared very old, noticed that I was awake. She clapped her hands and sighed in relief.

"Thank goodness you're alright! We almost lost you!" I stared up at the woman, a look of uttermost confusion on my face.

"Oh, right, you're still getting over the cold sickness. We're sorry, but it's very despairing when we lose one of our own." Another woman, younger, possibly about 10 years older than myself, said, and sat next to the fire. I raised my eyebrow. One of their own? Where was this person that was their kin?

"So, are you from the Northern Tribe, because we've never seen you." The old woman asked, and nodded at me. So they were talking to me. Which confused me even more. I was one of them?

I didn't answer the woman, and she looked at her companion nervously. The younger woman coughed.

"Well then, let's check on your feet. That was a nasty case of frost bite you had when our bear dragged you back." The young woman removed the furs covering my feet and gasped. Then she chuckled.

"Now we definitely know you're one of our kin. You've healed yourself the way only a bender could!" I sat up quickly, only to be pushed back down.

"Now, don't sit up so fast, you'll get dizzy." The old woman said sternly. But as I reclined back on the furs, I caught a glimpse of my feet. They were no longer black, but their regular pale brown…

"I can't be one of you! There's no way! I'm from the Fire Nation! One of the Great Agni's Children!" I cried out. The women chuckled.

"Yes, we saw your dress. Pitiful. Red. We've seen young people wear that same style of clothing. You were a servant?" I nodded dumbly. The old woman shook her head.

"How sad. Did you ever know your family?" I shook my head. The old woman shook her head again.

"This war has gone on long enough…" She mumbled, before ladling some soup for me to eat.

I sighed, and looked upon the angel people who had taken care of me. Someday, I would come back and repay them. But right now, I had to leave. I still had to find him. And her…

I quickly stole one of the parkas, and a pair of leather skin boots, slid them on, and ventured into the frozen tundra of the South Pole.

That face from my dreams wasn't here, obviously. And neither was my Prince. So I decided to return to the Earth Kingdom.

And this time I had shoes.

That had been about a month ago, and now I had reached Kyoshi Island. Next to one other place, this was the last place on earth that I hadn't gone to to look for my Prince or the face from my dreams.

Everywhere I had went, people had given me glares due to my red dress. Well, now they couldn't. Thanks to my blue parka, I was thought to be someone from one of the Water Tribes. And with my light brown skin, I blended into the Water Tribe people perfectly!

I peeked my face shyly from behind one of the buildings in the Kyoshi Island town.

It appeared there was some sort of a fight going on. Firebenders were going on an onslaught against the Kyoshi people, and their hope lied within their… female warriors?

How odd…

I had mused. I winced when one of the firebenders did a high level bending trick with his feet, and one of the warriors was slammed against a pole. That looked like it hurt…

I gasped when I suddenly saw the young man look my way. His giant red scar screamed from the rest of his ivory skin, and memories reeled in my head. Something about that young bender was extremely familiar, but I couldn't recognize him.

Later on, I watched in keen interest as the young man fought an even younger… airbender?

He is alive! He can take down my Lord! He can take down my Master! I can finally be free!

But then, I realized that the airbender and firebender were gone. What had happened?

I almost screamed when a hand clamped onto my mouth. But I couldn't. Not with a hand covering my mouth.

"Speak and you die." A deadly voice hissed in my ear. I whimpered, but didn't say a word. Whippings from my Master had taught me not to cry. Not to speak. I was disciplined I would behave.

But oh, how I wanted to cry.

I hung my head down as the rhino lumbered forward, going as fast as it could to reach its destination: its master's ship.

I looked with tired eyes at the back of the young man who had captured me, and was now leading the firebenders after a flying bison.

All of a sudden, a giant eel reared up from the bay, and drizzled us in rain. While I enjoyed it, and smiled as I felt the rain cool me and lift my spirits, I could tell the firebenders, especially the young man, did not like it.

My eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness of my cell, although I wish the guards would at least open a window. It was so stuffy!

The chains binding my wrists rattled as I shifted around, needing to find a window and open it. Curse these old habits! Curse being a servant all my life!

I sighed and leaned against the unforgiving wall of metal as I heard my cell door open. I did not care who it was, even if it was one of those perverted soldiers I had seen on my way down here, come to rape me.

I was absolutely shocked when I saw very familiar gold eyes glint in the darkness. And even more surprised when the voice I recognized very well, but now cold and bitter, spoke in the dark.

"Hello, Sierra, good to see you again."

Come on, people! I want to see you guessing at who Sierra's Prince is! I'll give plushies to those who get it right, and Avatar cookies to those who try! And lopchop, you can't try. You already know who it is.

INSANITY AT ITS FINEST
LONG LIVE THE HIPPIES!

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