The Fire Lord was nagging at me. Again. That man is the naggiest guy I have ever met.

I mean, destroying half of the Fire Lord's Palace isn't that bad, or hard. Just summon up a simple tsunami and poof! Instant destruction!

Now, you're probably wondering what I'm talking about…

I folded my arms at the Fire Nation clothes that lay in front of me.

"There's no way that you can make me wear that!" I shouted at the door, through which a woman had come in, sat the clothes down, and instructed me to wear them so I wouldn't stand out so much.

At that, a man entered the room, and explained, in what he thought was a calm and explaining tone, why I needed to wear those clothes. He could have made a book with what he was saying.

I tensed my hands, balling them into fists, and cracked my knuckles.

That was when I unleashed the tsunami.

I still don't understand why he wanted me to wear Fire Nation clothes. I'd still stand out. I have long blonde hair, and bright green eyes, or blue hair and blue eyes when Umi has taken over. Fire Nation people look completely different.

But I sat there; arms crossed, head turned like a pouting eight-year-old; listening to the Fire Lord nag on. And on. And on.

I rolled my eyes, waiting for him to finish. Then I heard a voice in my head.

Let me out, it said.

I saw the picture of Umi floating in my vision. I sighed.

Fine.

I relaxed, closing my eyes, and drowned out the sound of nagging with the sound of waves crashing.

I felt my long blonde hair shorten all the way to my chin, and could feel it changing to a sea blue. My purple short-sleeved shirt with the star on it and my striped scarf disappeared, becoming a red shirt and a blue robe with plum coloring at the edges. My blue shorts into a red skirt, and bright green eyes into cold blue ones.

So I watched through the eyes of the Ocean spirit. She touched the triangular necklace that hung from our neck, and a special dagger appeared in her hand. It had a handle that curved over our fingers, and was made in a semi-circle, half of it blue, the rest silver. There were also three spikes on the handle.

Umi leapt forward, placed her open hand on an armrest of the chair the Fire Lord, and jabbed the dagger under his chin.

"Shut up," she muttered, pressing her blade closer to his skin, "Or I'll kill you. Now, me and my host will be leaving now."

That's me. The host.

Umi straightened herself, and strode away from the surprised Fire Lord.

She closed our eyes, and saw my image in her vision.

Let's have a chat, she thought.

I smirked, and nodded.

She turned, and walked straight into the wall, melting into it.