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(Revised 5.30.21)

Azula

The girl had been unconscious for three days and Azula had yet to figure out how to go forward with the plans she and the Fire Sages' had decided upon. They were now only two weeks out from reaching the Fire Nation and after getting approval from the Fire Lord, they had wanted to begin learning more about the girl's special power. What had transpired between her and the spirit complicated things.

Zuko, much to her frustration, had seen that last bit of the fight against the Fire Spirit. He insisted they not do anything to Clara until she regained consciousness to explain what had occurred. As much as she hated to admit it... Zuko had a point. Azula didn't expect the peasant to just tell them though, not willingly. However, the girl had become somewhat close to one of the soldiers that guarded her. He may be able to get her to tell him the truth. He had been in the medical bay but should be able to get back on watch soon.

If Azula had her way she would have tossed the girl off the ship, making sure she drowned a watery death. She wouldn't, or rather couldn't do that, as much as her pride wanted her to.

No one threatens me like that! she thought furiously to herself. But she may be too dangerous for anyone to handle...

Azula hated the situation she had been put in. Her father wanted to meet the girl and see what she could do, but the girl could not be so easily controlled anymore. She couldn't trust what the Spirit had said, that the girl wouldn't run. She could feel it still in her bones how powerful the being was that resided within the peasant Clara.

How did it happen?

Azula really hated not knowing for sure! Lo and Li, along with some others, were assuming that the girl was possessed. Spirits and people rarely interacted with each other directly but there was no question that the girl had been overtaken by something.

There weren't many stories on the subject to study upon, but in the few that were... the tales all ended the same way… with one exception. It was that one exception that caused Azula to hiss in anger before going to train. She needed to gain clarity and focus before deciding on anything.

Clara blinked and looked to see a night sky full of stars above her. It almost made her cry at the sight of it. She instantly knew she was dreaming, she hadn't seen the sky in weeks and didn't feel restraints on her so the only logical explanation WAS a dream.

Looking around, she seemed to be in a desert, the sand underneath her chilling, which was a welcome surprise. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt the cold since she had fallen into this universe. The dream felt so real too! She dipped her feet under the surface, the sensation of sand getting stuck in between her toes.

"Ach un braedsch Clara." A calm echoing feminine voice spoke from behind her.

Turning to look where it came from, Clara saw a woman before her with white flames engulfing her entire being. It was the Spirit from before. Squinting because of the light, it was hard to tell but she appeared to be smiling at her.

"Swawniy ta yaeb brugk hessch Clara."

Slightly tilting her head in confusion, Clara smiled awkwardly before speaking, her own voice echoing a bit, "I wish I knew what in the world you were saying…"

The being appeared to blink and then gasped at some realization. She groaned as if feeling stupid and with incredible speed, grabbed Clara's right hand.

Clara flinched at first, her body instinctively pulling away from the unknown but she found herself relaxing the more the fire girl held her hand. It was comfortably warm and Clara felt safe with the girl.

"I apologize," the Spirit said suddenly in English, "I completely forgot that your language is so different from this world's common tongue."

A wind then blew past them, causing Clara's hair to flow around in the air... and it was then that Clara noticed the girl's hair was moving identical to her own. The more she looked at the fire girl the similarities between them became obvious. They were the same height, body type, from what she could tell with the flames, and had the same hair length. It was like looking at a mirror... only her entire being was on fire.

"Where is this?" Clara asked, indicating the desert they were in. It was beautifully peaceful and they seemed to be the only two beings in the entire place.

"It's what you could call an Astral Plane," the Spirit answered her gently. "It's where the Spirit World and Material World meet. I needed to speak with you and I believe," she went on taking Clara's other hand in her own. "That after this meeting, I'll be able to contact you when you go back."

Clara's eyes widened as she realized this wasn't a dream!

"Do you know how I can get back to my original world!?" she asked hopefully, her hands tightening desperately on the girls. She watched as the girl's fire dimmed as if saddened.

"I'm sorry," she sighed. "I may be a Spirit but I am not a God. I don't have that power. My name is Agnimitra and I was created to help you and become your guide here. I'm the reason why you can firebend and understand our world's languages."

There was a pause as Clara took in what she said.

"Wait, wait, wait," taking a breath to calm herself. Her heart was racing in anticipation. She then gathered her thoughts before asking, "Who created you?"

Agnimitra smiled, literally brightening up at this question. "This universe has many Spirits," she explained. "But only the God's can truly change or create things. When you fell from your universe, you went through the Astral World where the Gods reside before passing the Spirit World and finally reaching the Material World."

"I don't remember that…" Clara said furrowing her eyebrows.

"Humans can't see any Astral Worlds or Beings unless they come in contact with a spirit. Time also moves differently for humans here. What was a few minutes for a Spirit is seconds for a human, with of course a couple of exceptions."

Clara nodded slowly, showing that she was following along.

"The God of Fire, Agni, was the one you passed closest to. I remember this because I was still a part of him. He saw into your mind and was fascinated by what he saw! He was… shocked I guess is the right word, to discover that there are Other Worlds besides the ones he looked after. Agni made the decision to bless you with the ability to bend fire, thus I was created!"

Inhaling deeply, Clara asked for Agnimitra to give her a moment. Trying to take in everything, she had so many questions. Thinking out a couple, she began with one that had been nagging at her.

"How am I able to move things with my mind? Was that thanks to this Agni God too?"

Agnimitra shook her head, "It's true that since you were blessed you gained access to that ability, tele…? What is it you called it?"

"Telekinesis."

"Yes… a very strange word… Agni saw this dormant ability within you that your World's God had left out of reach for humans to achieve. It was awakened when he gave you firebending."

Clara rapidly blinked, trying to wrap her head around everything the Spirit was saying, taking another moment to think of a question.

She said she didn't have the power to send me back...but NOT that it was impossible!

"Would I have to meet with a God in order to return home to my World?" Agnimitra began to say something but the world seemed to become distorted all of a sudden. The sky got clouded over and the wind picked up furiously. Sand began spilling into holes in the ground, like an hourglass that had been turned over.

Agnimitra shouted to Clara over the winds, "You're-waking-up! Don't-worry!"

"What's-?!" Clara couldn't get the rest of her sentence out. The whole world went black and Clara found herself opening her eyes, looking up at a familiar-looking metal ceiling.