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The ocean is really decent when you look past the days upon days of being stranded and enjoy the endless view of water that you have been watching for... the past week. At night, when the stars come out in the billions I look up and wonder where my optimism comes from... when anyone else would see my life and say how horrible it has been.

I was there when the firenation attacked the air temples. I was there when they stripped the southern water tribe of their benders. I have witnessed single handedly every horrible crime that this war has brought about. At first I was pessimistic, running around trying desperately to stay hidden and alive. Mostly I was just scared, seeing ghosts and spirits whenever something went wrong.

With the avatar sealed away in the avatar state (I can tell when he is using it) by nature I, Plan B, was given all the responsibilities. Trying to bring peace to a warring world, when you have no abilities, no experience, no help... is a little difficult. No matter how hard I tried to be the White Lotus, victory always seemed just out of reach.

The monks locked me in a sealed room. I was in darkness for what seemed forever. There weren't even the stars to comfort me. The passing of time was measured by the steady breaths I took and the miscellaneous sounds outside the door. And there weren't any more sounds. Just the inhale, exhale and the pounding of my heart.

If it weren't for my delirious banging on the door, I would have never gotten out of that dark room. However, if I hadn't been so furious in my screams then I would never have been captured by the firenation.

The light was blinding. My heart which was already beating double time jumped another beat. With blood racing through my veins my eyes focused on the cloud of dust that had appeared above the rubble of the door. The soldiers stood in full uniform, except for one.

His hair was grey and matted with the sweat from the long work of murdering my people. I recognized him. Without memory or knowledge I knew him.

"Emperor Sozen."

"It looks like the monks have taken a prisoner, take her to the ship so she can be questioned," he ordered with a demanding voice. It was both alluring and frightening to hear him command his men. It was even more frightening to see those tall shadows approach and surround me.

Struggling or trying to escape was not only impossible, but it would make them think I was the enemy as well. I kept my mouth shut and went along with the faceless beings. Outside it was night. A bright streak of white was moving slowly across the sky. A comet. The celestial beauty was so bright it looked like a perfect version of the moon with a tail.
That image is printed so clearly in my mind I can still see it. Even on this night where there is only starlight keeping complete darkness at bay. That beauty brought much suffering, especially to me.
"Who are you exactly," a general with gray sideburns asked. The emperor, too lazy to ask the questions himself sat off to the side writing furiously. I doubt he was taking notes on the current situation.

"My name is Lo," I said timidly trying to be as honest as possible while still telling the lies for the important parts.

"What nation are you from?"

I hesitantly spoke, "Nation?"

"Yes, woman, speak the truth, I haven't got all day," he said impatiently.

"I... I've never heard of a nation before..." I was playing the role of a long time slave.

"Don't play dumb with me," he said furiously and the emperor glanced up from his writing to see how I would react.

"Oh, sir, please, I'm not from any nation, until you gave me freedom I've never seen the sun, I... I'm actually a little disappointed to see that it's not as bright as my masters descr..."

The Emperor interrupted me with his solid voice, "I don't see the harm in keeping her 'trade' she is a servant, so she will stay one, send her to the cook, he seems like the only one on board to treat her decently while she still gets her work done."

And with that, there was no arguing. But my stomach turned in on itself, until I gained true freedom, I was about to live in constant fear. And not from dinner...

The boat suddenly trembled and a hard thump broke my reflections. The stars suddenly became mundane as I struggled to pull myself up and see what had happened. There was a rock. And beyond that... Land.

I promise this will get out of the flashback stage... as I said, 116 years is alot to cover... and this is keeping only the important parts...