A/N: Well the lockdowns, winter and working remotely have driven me crazy enough to end up back here. I was happily surprised to see that this story had so many reviews and favorites! So I will be trying to actual write these stories that have been stuck in my head so long.

This is still just the short prologue. I was planning on leaving it mostly alone, ended up rewriting almost all of it.

Feel free to remind me if you want to see more.

Updated 2/8/2021

I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender

It took a moment for the truth of the situation to sink in.

I was falling.

I was going to die.

There was something serene about it, falling. The wind rushes by, drowning out the rest of the world. Above is the endless blue sky, painted here and there with clouds. I feel powerless, weightless, and am surprised how little I care. Normally, I would rage and burn at such a total loss of control. This time, I find it almost freeing, or perhaps that is only my resignation.

I wonder if it is the finality that calms me. Everything being over and finished. Isn't that a good thing?

There, closer to the cliff face, was my sister. She is falling too. It was poetic as much as it was tragic. Two siblings, opposite sides of the war, dead at one another's hand. The bard would have been proud.

Joy and sorrow war inside my heart, thinking of my sister dying. On the one hand, she won't be able to hurt anyone anymore, neither of us will. On the other, she will always my little baby sister. I say goodbye, knowing she cannot hear it nor would she want to.

Then I see it. The bison! My friends, if I may dare to call them that. I see her. Hope flared in my heart. Time slowed. A dark-skinned hand reached for mine. Cool fingers wrap around my wrist. Ocean blue eyes look up at me. Emotions stir in those tempestuous depths, perhaps anger, perhaps sorrow.

She looks away.

She lets go.

I understand.

As I disappear into the fog, I wonder if this is penance?

I don't know…

But I don't blame her.

I think I am falling faster n