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In the game of Pai Sho one must remember that creating Harmony(the direct connection of two like tiles)
may create an equal Disharmony
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His face still stung
Her hands still shook
He didn't speak
Neither did she
The only sound was her uneven breath
the drip
drip
drip of water from his orange and yellow tunic onto the marble floor
and the whimpering of the five month old child she held in her arms
Pressed against her as if it could soothe the dull and throbbing ache of "what if"
and save her
from him
from her desires
from herself
This child
whom she loved as much as she did the man that stood before her.
This child
with skin the color of sand kissed by an oceans wave.
with hair as black as the darkest night and eyes as golden as the shining sun.
This child
Heir to the Fire Lord's throne, symbol of peace to a war torn world, bridge of hope between two nations.
Her child
A barrier between them both.