A/N: Set shortly after The Boiling Rock. Title from Lord Byron.
We got away too easily. Azula must have followed us –
"Don't worry. Aang'll save everyone."
My emotions must be written on my face; apparently this six-year-old can see my anxiety.
"But until Aang does save us…"
The Duke shrugs elaborately. "Nobody can catch the Avatar!"
I smile wryly. None know it better than I...
"… and break them out of prison, rescue everyone, and kill all the firebenders!"
"What?"
Another shrug. "It's somethin' Jet useta say."
Well, that explains a lot… "Aang's a firebender, actually."
Duke's eyes grow big. "Really? But then… Jet was wrong?"
I sigh. "No, just… just misguided."