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When Tadashi got home, Aunt Cass was waiting for him with an angry scowl set across her delicate features.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a sense of dread pooling inside his stomach as he locked the door behind him.

He was home way before closing time yet the café was empty. That meant she had closed early, and she was angry which could only mean…

A deep sigh escaped his chest as he lowered his head and asked, "What did he do this time?"

"Don't know," she replied, angry tone underlining her voice, "He wouldn't tell me although I've got a pretty good idea what kept him so late."

Tadashi moved across the room to stand in front of her, taking bony arms into his strong grasp, as he asked seriously, "Aunt Cass. What. Happened?"

"I don't know," she repeated with an angry flip of her hand, jerking her arm free as she continued, "He came home soaking wet and it didn't rain which meant-"

He bended.

In public.

No.

Hiro you idiot.

"I'll go speak with him," Tadashi immediately offered, already moving towards the stairs to talk and or punish his brother. He hadn't decided yet.

"No," Cass denied, hand reaching up to grip his elbow tightly as she anchored him back to his side, "Don't. I sent him to bed without dinner and grounded him from leaving the house. I just don't get it. He knows the consequences if he were ever to get caught."

True.

Both Tadashi and Cass had practically hammered it into his overly thick, stubborn teenage skull. Bending was illegal. Being caught was punishable by death and as annoying as the kid is, Tadashi didn't think he could survive losing Hiro.

So what was Hiro thinking? Bending in public?

"You think he'll learn the lesson by not feeding him and trapping him upstairs for a couple of days?" Tadashi demanded before biting back his rage because it wasn't Cass's fault.

Cass dropped her expression, hands wringing themselves in front of her before she admitted in a soft tone, "I don't like punishing him. Especially considering he looked so frightened. I think that something might have drove him into doing it."

Which would've made sense.

Hiro would never carelessly bend in public. Not only would that led to a death wish but also an investigation. Searching family members for ties to bending and eventually someone would discover that Tadashi could also bend.

He liked to think that he'd never get caught. He was smarter and careful and never bended, public or private. The only two people who could betray him never would, even under extensive amounts of torture.

Then he'd have to immediately disregard all those thoughts because they would have Hiro. It wouldn't matter how careful or smart he was, he would instantly give himself up. For Hiro. Anything for Hiro.

He knew it, Cass knew it, and he suspected Hiro knew it. He also suspected that that was the main reason Hiro's never bended in public before. For Tadashi but now he supposed he was wrong, which hurt. After everything he'd done for the kid he disregarded it all. For what?

He sighed, chiding himself for allowing his thoughts to trail away from him, as he focused back on Cass. She seemed genuinely concerned and something about her saying that Hiro looked scared had sent a wave of something icy cold through his gut.

Hiro never got scared.

Then again, if he bended in public then he very well better be scared. That would mean a death penalty placed upon his head. A bounty- especially if he revealed he could bend more than one element.

"I need to speak with him," he decided then and, this time, Cass let him go.

He went up the stairs, stopping at the door leading to their room and felt his heart beating erratically in his chest. He knew he should be angry at his brother- that he should storm in a demand an explanation for his recent bratty attitude, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something neither him nor their aunt knew had happened.

Hiro was careless but not stupid.

Tadashi just wished he wasn't so secretive.

He sighed, a deep mournful sigh, before he pushed the door open with his fingertips. He felt the familiar wood beneath his fingertips as it creaked on its hinges before the door was open, and he could see inside the shared room.

Hiro hadn't even bothered looking up.

He laid on his bed, legs curled up near his chest, back facing the door, facing Tadashi. At the foot of his bed sat his favorite tennis shoes and, Tadashi noted, he was still dressed in the clothes he wore to the shop. Water clung to the fabric, dampening it so it clung to his skin tightly.

"Quit gawking and yell if you're going to yell."

Tadashi blinked, not even aware that he had been staring. He couldn't help it though. Hiro suddenly looked a lot like his age and so small and fragile it made Tadashi's chest hurt.

Hiro's always carried himself with a sort of moxie Tadashi's always admired. It made the teen seem so much older than he actually was. Stronger when in actuality he was still quite young and fragile- not to mention short. Incredibly short.

Cass was worried that was because of all the sweets Hiro consumed, stunting his growth because he'd rather stuff his face with donuts rather than vegetables. Tadashi doesn't think so. He just thinks his brother is naturally short and just destined to stay that way, shorter than the other kids his age.

It was concerning, for sure, but Hiro's always been able to adapt well and he somehow made being short almost… intimidating.

Actually, no, intimidating wasn't the word. He couldn't intimidate anybody because nobody could take a shrimp of a child with bushy black hair and bright brown eyes seriously, but he was smart. Smarter than Tadashi, even, and the Avatar- though nobody really needed to know about that.

"I'm not going to yell at you," Tadashi finally spoke breaking the awkward silence as Hiro barked out a laugh, seeming to curl up even more on himself.

"It's alright," Hiro reassured and it sounded broken, "I know you want to."

Which he did. He really, really did because now he was almost certain Hiro's done something now. He just didn't know what, and that was the main reason he wasn't currently yelling at his brother.

"Hiro?" he asked and watched as his brother stiffened, "What happened?"

"Nothing," Hiro instantly snapped. Such an obvious lie.

"Hiro," he chided, clicking his tongue as he closed the distance between them; reaching out a hand, he set it gently against his brother's head.

Dark tufts of hair tickled his palms and fingers, the water's cold seeping into his skin and he had to bite back a shiver.

Ever since his fire bending had awoken inside him, anything cold (water, ice, weather) seemed to affect him almost instantly. It was one of the reasons he hated being a fire bender so much. He seemed to always be battling the cold, an unsettling thing already but the stupid Imperial laws forbidding any type of bending illegal made it seem next to impossible.

He pulled his hand away, a small outtake of breath leaving his lips as he stood motionless beside his brother's bedside.

"Hiro, what did you do?" he asked in a soft voice begging for his brother to open up, and explain it all to him like he would when he was still young and full of energy.

"Nothing," Hiro grumbled, voice catching on the word so he was either lying or frightened by something- it usually ended up never being the latter.

"Hiro," he reprimanded, voice hard as he asked, "What would mom and dad think?"

"I don't know," Hiro suddenly snapped, flipping over on the bed so he was staring- glaring- up at his brother as he reminded, "They died when I was three, remember?"

Tadashi did remember. He remembered all too well the heat as the flames snuck closer. He remembered the feel of three-year-old Hiro clutching at his sleeves, hanging on for all he was worth. He remembered the fear he felt as he could only stare on in horror as the people who killed their parents laughed, turning their attention on them.

He said none of that, though, instead focused on his brother's oval eyes saying nothing.

Hiro huffed, flipping back over so his back was facing Tadashi. Tadashi didn't move, seemingly frozen in place as he gazed down at his younger brother.

He should've known better, he knew, then to bring up their late parents. That was his fault and still a sore spot for all of them, though he suspected it still was for Hiro only because it still was for him and their aunt considering he was too young to remember any of it.

Remember their parents.

"Aw, Hiro," he breathed in a choked sad voice as he sat down beside his brother, drawing him close.

He felt Hiro stiffen beneath his touch but he didn't push him away. He didn't scream or rant about being too old for such affection. He just grew real quiet and taut all of a sudden, burrowing his nose into the fabric over Tadashi's chest.

"I'm sorry," Tadashi whispered into his brother's wet hair, "I shouldn't have brought up mom and dad. I just… miss the way that you used to come to me for comfort. About literally everything. Monsters. Boo-boos. Everything."

Hiro still didn't say anything, didn't even choke out a laugh like Tadashi secretly wanted him too. Something was seriously wrong. He was positive now.

"Hiro," he breathed as he gently pulled his brother away from him, Hiro immediately ducking his gaze as Tadashi informed, "You can tell me anything. You know that, right?"

A pause.

"No," Hiro denied, shaking his head and averting his gaze, "Not this."

"Hiro-"

They were interrupted when the door opened, revealing Cass clutching a plate stacked with something undoubtedly sweet as she spoke awkwardly, "I know I said that you were grounded, but I thought you'd like some treats. They just came out from the oven, so I think they're still warm."

Tadashi frowned at her.

So even though she sent Hiro up to his room without dinner as a punishment, she still caved and brought him up a treat instead. Something that would've irritated Tadashi because it served Hiro no good to be coddled all the time and rewarded instead of punished, but something was clearly bothering Hiro. If he hadn't been sure before, it was all but confirmed when Hiro turned his head.

"No thanks," he said in a small voice, body wilting back onto his bed like a dying flower, "Not hungry."

Which was a lie, had to be.

The last meal he probably would've had being breakfast, and that wasn't enough to satiate even Tadashi, and Hiro was going through his awkward growing faze where he was hungry all the time. There was just no way that he wasn't hungry.

Yet Hiro- King of All Things Sweet- laid back down on his bed without so much as a sigh, curling back in on himself. It was like Tadashi and Cass weren't even there, staring at him with wide worried eyes.

Something was seriously wrong.

"Hiro?" Cass ventured with a lost eyes as she went to take a step forward.

"Aunt Cass," Tadashi said rising to intercept her, "Perhaps we should speak in the hall."

She blinked, eyes flitting from one of her nephews to the other before finally settling on Tadashi and she nodded, whispering, "Alright. I'll just leave these here."

She set the tray on a small table beside the door before stepping back out in the hall, Tadashi trailing close behind. It shut behind them with a muffled click, and when Cass looked back at him her gaze was filled with despair and concern.

"I don't understand," she choked in a small voice, "What am I doing wrong?"

"Nothing," Tadashi instantly replied, hands lashing out to clutch at her shoulders without him consciously moving them, "You hear me. Nothing. It's not your fault."

"But he won't tell me what's wrong. He won't let me help him," she protested, voice full of helpless anguish as large brown eyes glanced up at him with longing, "Why won't he let me help him?"

"I don't know," Tadashi admitted in a voice that sounded small to him, "He won't tell me either. I fear that he might have-"

"Done something wrong?" she finished for him with a harsh snap in her words, eyes turning to stare at him furiously, "That this was all his fault and now he's wallowing in self-guilt? Huh? Is that what you're saying, Tadashi Hamada?"

"What? I- no," he denied, swallowing thickly as he clenched his eyes shut and shook his head helplessly before admitting, "Of course not. I just can't think of what else would be bothering him so much. He used to come to me for everything."

Everything.

"I know," Cass nodded, breathing a small puff of air as her entire frame seemed to deflate as she responded, softer, "I know he did. That's why I'm worried that something's seriously bugging him. Something big."

"Yeah," Tadashi agreed thoughtlessly, "Yeah, I suppose so."

Because Hiro was his brother, and he loved him, and he knew the kid was smart enough to not bend in public. In private, perhaps, but not outside their aunt's café where he risked being seen and taken from them. He was, so why didn't that feel like enough?

What else could possibly have happened?

Cass reached out, delicate hand grabbing onto his hand to draw him back to the present and she regarded him with wide concerned eyes before they shifted to focus on the door behind him. The door hiding Tadashi's still wet and sad brother.

Tadashi let out a mournful sigh as he rubbed a hand down his face, feeling much older than his 21.

"He'll be okay, Aunt Cass," he reassured her unasked question and she swallowed, clasping her hands together against her chest and regarded him with a stare that made her look both young and old simultaneously.

"How can you be so sure?" she asked in a breathless voice as she continued to regard him, "I knew I wasn't ready to be a parent to two kids."

"Hey," Tadashi interrupted her rambling, reaching out to grasp her shoulders tightly, as he practically breathed, "You're doing fantastic. Whatever's wrong with Hiro, it's not your fault."

"How can you say that?" she snapped, raising her voice like she did whenever she (rarely) got angry, "We're in debt! I'm barely managing the bills to my café, and I'm raising two benders in my home and now the Empire is looking for the Avatar like they know he's out there! Yet, here I am, kidding myself into thinking I could ever be an acceptable mother."

She trailed off weakly, bowing her head to hide the tears Tadashi glimpsed gathering in the corner of her eyes.

"Don't say that," he pleaded, "You're doing a wonderful job, and I honestly have no idea how you're managing it."

She sniffled, reaching up to wipe a stray tear trekking down her delicate features, as she admitted, "I just miss whenever you two were younger and thought I was the greatest thing ever. I miss that. I miss that I'm unable to hold you in my arms and tell you that everything would be okay as long as you stayed there. And I miss how you used to believe me."

Tadashi remembered that.

He remembered how, after the accident, Hiro wouldn't speak for anyone unless he curled up into her arms, and he remembered the soft lullabies she sang to lure him to sleep and- she doesn't know it- but he remembered how he learnt those songs so he could hum them to his brother whenever he was woken up by a nightmare.

He remembered Hiro looking so small and fragile yet gazed at everything with a certain wonderment and curiosity he's spent plenty of long hours wondering exactly what his brother was thinking.

"Come on," he urged in a small voice, pushing back the reminiscence feeling to guide her away from their doorway, "I'll make you some tea."

Cass is a woman of many talents. She can cook, sing, and was gorgeous despite her slightly graying hairs (gray hairs she has courtesy of two trouble prone nephews). She was young and amazing and smart and funny. She always knew exactly what to say, when to say it, and how to deliver it. She was one of the few people who could draw a smile from Hiro whenever the youth was in one of his moods, and she was capable of owning a café while raising two young terrors firmly yet lovingly. There was one thing about her only a few people knew of, though.

She was a terrible tea maker.

The first (and last) time she tried was a couple of weeks after the fire, and Tadashi had come down with a stomach ache. Naturally, she fretted over the young boy's health, fearing that if he should die then Hiro would soon follow as there was no way she could convince him to eat anything. He hadn't eaten anything while Tadashi laid around, the cramps making it near impossible to walk.

She agonized over her worries until she unintentionally voiced it to a costumer, who listened with intent ears and kind eyes, until she finished. They offered her an encouraging smile before suggesting that she fixed him some soothing tea to help the cramps, which seemed like the perfect solution.

That is, until she actually made the tea.

It was the foulest thing Tadashi's ever tasted before, and he forgot about sparing her feelings and spat it back in the cup before whining about how bad it was. Curious, Hiro fixed him a glass and he wasn't any kinder.

It was actually the first time Cass heard him speak since taking him in, the three-year-old gagging and retching the stuff in her kitchen sink. She watched him, with hurt eyes as the boy complained in an opinionated voice about how awful it was before promptly dumping the whole thing in the sink, washing it away with water.

"What are you doing?" Cass asked when the boy tipped the coffee pot upside down so he could fill it with more water.

"What does it look like?" he demanded in a harsh voice as short legs moved over to the oven to heat the water up, "I'm making tea."

"Whoa. Okay," she had protested instantly, rushing over to take the pot from him and placed it over the flame instead, "Why don't you let me do that."

He crossed defiant arms over his thin chest as he spoke in a voice so matter-a-fact it would've been cute if it wasn't for the fact that he was insulting her, "Because your tea nearly killed Tadashi. He's sick enough without you trying to poison him."

"Poison," she blinked in confusion before bursting out laughing as she quickly reassured the agitated child, "No. No. It's not like that. I've just never made tea before."

"No kidding?" Hiro snorted in sarcasm as he rolled his eyes again before decided, "I'll make the tea. Mom's showed me how."

"Alright," Cass agreed rising to her full height and compromised, "You can fix the tea, but I get to handle the hot water. Deal?"

He puckered up his lips and she thought he was going to deny but then he just sighed, grumbling, "You sound just like my mom."

Cass laughed, a genuine laugh for the first time since adopting the boys, as she replied, "I sure hope so. She is my sister."

And Hiro's tea was much better than Cass's, the kid expertly mixing herbs together to create something to help soothe his brother's upset stomach, and when Tadashi woke up he explained that their mom taught them how to make tea because she believed it needs to be a part of their culture.

Cass accepted that, the memory of battling with Hiro in her kitchen one of the fondest one's she has of the boy. It was also, she recalls, the catalyst of Hiro's opening up to her. Accepting her as his new guardian, and she was grateful for it.

Now was no different.

Tadashi handed her the cup of his carefully crafted tea, and she sipped at it delicately. It sent a blossom of warmth through her entire being as she was reminded that the one thing the boys will always beat her at is making tea.

"How is it?" Tadashi fretted worriedly, and she smiled from the other side of the cup; Tadashi had a tendency to fret over his worth, constantly worrying about if he's good enough to take care of her and Hiro.

"Perfect. Like always," she reassured, calming his concerns as she set down the cup in front of her, "you never fail to amaze me by how effortless making tea is for you. Hiro too."

"Our father was the one who taught our mother," Tadashi explained with a grateful smile as he took the seat across from her, "and she was the one who taught us. I'm just amazed Hiro was as good as he was at the time. She only showed him once, and it took me several times before I ever got it."

"He's always been a fast learner," Cass chirped in agreement, spinning the cup around with her finger, "At everything."

At bending.

She didn't say it, but she didn't have to. Tadashi heard the words as clearly as if she actually spoke them, and he ducked his expression again.

"Yeah," he agreed, "That's what scares me."

"You too, huh?" she asked him, relaxing against the chair and folding her hands in her lap, dark eyes watching the delicate candy flower the boys always insist she makes for their tea- Tadashi more so than Hiro, who just found excuses to eat something sweet.

Tadashi didn't say anything. He just glanced away, and they sat there for a long time before she rose to go watch the television. Tadashi didn't follow.

Flipping on the screen, she instantly felt sick with hatred as a soldier she didn't know by name appeared on screen. He was bald and well-built. Handsome if it hadn't been for the ugly scar marring the left side of his face, crossing down from his temple and ending beneath his earlobe. It gave that side of his face a lazy appearance, like he didn't care that it was there.

He was speaking, tone neutral and harsh and he reminded her of a teacher she once had and didn't care much for- the woman having found glee in beating her students that didn't learn fast enough, didn't understand quick enough.

"As most of you already know, the Avatar is lose among us- threatening our carefully balanced structure we've spent so long in creating, and I know that it might seem tempting to befriend the foul creature, but I'm here to remind you that it's not even human. It's beneath all of us, entrancing us with fancy tricks before stabbing us in the back and murdering us all in cold blood.

"They bring nothing but grief and bloodshed. I know, better than most-" he reached up to finger at his scar delicately and she felt rage burn inside her breast because there was no way he just insinuated that Hiro had been the one who'd given him the scar, like he was actually capable of hurting the monster, "I'm also here to warn against any treasonous ideas you might have of hiding the foul beast from us. Any foul beast, for they are not man. They are not equal, and I'm here to show you what happens when you dare defy the Empire."

He motioned for someone behind him, and they brought out a struggling man with a naked chest. His hands were bound behind his back tightly, a tan sack tied over his face as the guards holding him forced him down on his knees. They forced him to double over, the soldier speaking bending over to pluck the thing from his head. Defiant brown eyes glared at the direction of the camera as tanned muscles rippled in tension, a gag tied around his mouth.

He looked human to Cass.

"This is a water bender," the soldier explained in a voice that thinly disguised his disgust, "and several weeks ago he broke free from where he was being kept where we eventually hunted him down. Before we were able to subdue him, however, he managed a lucky attack against a small child walking home by himself. A boy, no older than 14. Luckily-"

The words stopped making sense something started squeezing inside her chest as her brain started making connections. A water bender. A small boy. No older than 14. Walking home on his own.

No.

Tadashi suddenly materialized, flipping the screen off and grasping against her shoulders supportingly. She was panting, struggling for breathe as the world threatened to close in on itself.

"Hey, hey, hey," Tadashi soothed, grasping onto her hands like she used to see him do whenever Hiro started having his anxiety attacks, "It's alright. I'm sure it was someone else. Not Hiro."

So he'd made the connection also? Not a coincidence.

She clasped tightly against her nephew's arm, idly wondering when he's gotten so much bigger than her, as she breathed, "What if it was though? It makes sense. Hiro came home soaking wet and it hadn't rained. It wasn't even foggy."

"Hey. No," Tadashi denied forcing her to focus her gaze at him, "Hiro's a bender too, remember? He would've been able to fight the guy off."

"Not if the guards were near," she reminded and watched as Tadashi swallowed thickly and realized that he was at the same conclusion as she yet he was still trying to convince her otherwise for her sake.

She nearly laughed at the thought.

All those years of taking care of them, she was now the one in need of their protection. Tadashi trying to convince her out of the conclusion that Hiro had been attacked, and then she struck out at him. Yelled at him. Punished him.

"Oh God," she gasped, her legs giving out from underneath her as she muttered, face clutched in her hands, "I'm a terrible guardian."

"Hey. No you're not," Tadashi reassured again as he swooped down to help her back to her feet, "You're the strongest, most independent person I know and you're awesome. It's not like we've actually made it easy on you."

"True," she forced out through her teary gaze as she thought back through the years she spent raising two young children, "You two were a special kind of terrors. Especially together. It's unnatural for brothers to be as conniving and close as you two were."

Tadashi smiled, gentle and fond, as his eyes softened and he nodded, "Absolutely and on more than one occasion we've nearly destroyed your café with our carelessness."

"Like the time you flooded the upstairs," she reminded, feeling her anxiety start to ebb away as the tea finally started to take effect, "or when you almost blew up my kitchen."

Her legs gave out and Tadashi laid her gently on the couch, his fond smile being the last thing she saw before the world faded away completely and she was swallowed by darkness.

The second Tadashi was certain Cass had fallen asleep, he allowed the cold feeling of dread creep across his facial expression.

Much like her, he had come to the same conclusion when he went upstairs to prepare for bed and heard the last bit of the TV, but something about the way she'd suddenly gone real tense and quiet frightened him.

He knew his family better than most people gave him credit for. He loved them dearly, and never wanted to give them up. He also knew whenever one was hurt or tired or scared, and Aunt Cass had suddenly become terrified at the thought of someone attacking Hiro.

Tadashi wasn't going to lie; he'd felt the same, but he needed to deal with her first.

So he had rushed over, turning the television off.

The last thing either of them needed was to bare witness to the poor guy's death. Not so much because he thought neither one of them would've been able to handle it but, on the contrary, they might have enjoyed it. Relished in the fact that the person who'd hurt and scared Hiro was dead.

It was nothing personal, they're quite against the Empire's mass murder of all benders, but Hiro was their child, their baby. They practically raised him, and they loved him more than words could ever describe yet someone had tried hurting him. Tried killing him.

Unforgivable, no matter whom they were previously.

And there was always that small possibility that both Tadashi and Cass were blowing the whole thing out from proportion- the fear and uneasiness they've felt since Hiro had come home wet and cold and quiet (not a trait Tadashi's little brother carries often), and they've placed rationality where there was none but it just seemed to make so much sense.

The pieces were all there, and that was the picture they both had made- a rarer occurrence than one might believe.

But Tadashi didn't have time to consider all of that because Cass looked like she was about to collapse, and he silently cursed himself for putting so much sleeping supplement in it. He thought it would've been soothing.

Slowly he spoke to her, reasoned with her, and whatever he was said must have worked because she eventually drifted off.

He left her on the couch, blanket carefully tucked around her thin frame, as he scrambled back up to his feet to sprint up to his and Hiro's conjoined room trying to remember what he had told Cass so he could tell it to himself.

Hiro was fine.

He was alive, at least, and just tired. Perhaps the water had given him a slight cold, and he'll spend most of tomorrow swathed in thick blankets while his brother and aunt forced buckets of soup and tea down his throat. And he might whine and moan about it but will secretly enjoy the attention and the fact that he was being coddled like he used to have been when he was younger.

Tadashi tried to convince himself of all of this before he threw open the door, metal doorknob clanging against the wall hard enough to leave a mark, and felt it all shrivel up and die. A cold sensation- something close to dread- filled up in his stomach and caused his knees to go weak.

The bed Hiro had occupied when he had left was empty.

Hiro was gone.

SPECIAL NOTES:

- The setting is still in San Fransokyo, just like the movie, but has been overrun by an evil government that are killing off benders. They've also built a wall around the city to prevent benders from passing back and forth, trapping them inside.

- Hiro and Tadashi lived in San Fransokyo with both their parents before their murder, but Cass had not. Once she received word from where she lived several cities over, she instantly came to adopt them. Since she's human, she passed the wall with ease, but since both Tadashi and Hiro are benders they had no choice but to stay in hiding.

- Tadashi and Hiro are their genius little selves like they were in the movie. They're both good with technology and swell with building things. It was one of the few things they used to do to occupy their time when they were younger; that and terrorizing their aunt with their pranks and infamous prank wars.

- Hiro gets anxious around large crowds. One or two people talking to him- he's awesome. Confident, even, but he's spent so much time listening to what would happen should anybody find out about his bending that crowds of any size freak him out. Aunt Cass losing him in the market once didn't help much.

- Cass was never taught on how to make tea (real tea by mixing herbs and special spices together) and neither was her sister growing up. It just never seemed important at the time. Then her sister married someone who was the opposite and drank tea for everything. Sickness, insomnia, a sore throat. EVERYTHING. When they got married, he taught the skill to her who passed it on to her sons. Poor Cass was never given the ability, which was fine because Hiro and Tadashi were better at it then their own mother.

- The time setting is after Legend of Korra but a little before the movie. This is for several reasons. One, LoK already had an Avatar- that was the whole point of the show and, yes, the events in both shows are canon in this (although I never watched LoK so I couldn't tell you much about it. Two, the world is advanced but less so than in the movie. A giant puffy robot strolling down the streets would definitely turn heads.

Like always, hope you enjoyed and remember to tell me what you think in reviews. Fair warning ahead of time, the next chapter is when stuff starts happening. Bad stuff.