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Anastasia ate on her own accord for the first time that night, startling the vast majority of the others who were in the room. She stared at Iroh, who was eating calmly as though nothing had transpired between the two of them that day while he was seated next to an elderly man with a burn scar on the left side of his face. Anastasia said nothing, but she needn't have as her eyes kept wandering to him with her meaning to.

"Anastasia," Iroh said at last, and she looked up at him. "What is it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said defiantly before going back to her food.

"She talks!" Bolin yelled dramatically.

"She firebends, too!" Anastasia yelled back at him over her shoulder before grumbling out "without wanting to."

"You have Pyrophobia," Zuko said quietly, and she tilted her head. "The fear of fires."

"I guess you could say that," she grumbled. "You're… Fire Lord Zuko?"

"That is correct," Zuko chuckled. "Iroh, have you been bragging?"

"No, grandfather," Iroh said calmly. "Blame Avatar Korra."

"Coming from the person who was laying out his lineage," Anastasia snorted.

"Coming from the woman who tried to firebend my face off," he countered.

"that was an accident, I have no clue how I did that!" she yelled and sent a round of fire from each fist.

The others in the room cringed before Korra put it out with waterbending and a struggled smirk of trying not to laugh. Anastasia sat down angrily and went back to eating, with Zuko looking at her with amusement dancing behind his eyes and smile. Anastasia's face felt hot, and rightfully so since she was blushing with embarrassment. Bolin was snickering and trying not to laugh while Mako was simply rolling his eyes as though his brother were being a simpleton idiot.

Nothing more was said at the table that Iroh, Zuko, and Anastasia were at, while most of the others were quietly placing bets on whether or not she'd burn someone's face off before the end of the year or her training. Iroh was wondering where to begin with her training, Zuko was pondering when the two would be putting two and two together, while Anastasia was pondering what her family was doing at that moment.

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"I don't like how we don't get hungry," Olga whined angrily as she tried to kick a rock for the dozenth time that night."

"Olga, stop whining! At least we're alive!" Tatiana shot back.

"Yes, but Anastasia get to do whatever she wants and gets away with everything, just like she did with papa!"

"That's not true! Papa scolded her plenty of times! You just ignored those times because you wanted to scold her for it later!"

"That's a lie, Tatiana! You're as much of a brat as Anastasia!"

"Both of you, be quiet!" Nicholas yelled, and the two mouths of his daughters snapped shut. "I have had enough arguing between you my princesses. We are no longer part of royal lineages, at least not ones that can take the throne."

"Then I'll marry the heir of a royalty throne so Tatiana won't be able to yell at me anymore!" Olga snapped angrily.

"Then I'll marry another one so you can't argue with me!" she fired back.

"Have you two ever thought of the fact that maybe the air nomads don't have royalty and that was why papa was telling you that?" Alexei asked, knowing that his older sisters would listen, and they stared at him.

"I'm sick of this! I'm getting out of this family the first chance I get!" Olga yelled.

"Good riddance! Anastasia and I won't miss you for a minute!" Tatiana screamed, and the two got into a big fight over this.

They only stopped when they knocked Alexei down and got his hand scraped on a rock. Tatiana gasped in horror as Olga's eyes widened. He got up and stared at his wound, silently worrying about whether or not Aang really had healed him. To his relief, it was true, and he healed just as he normally would, even though he was annoyed to hear his two sisters arguing over who pushed him down.

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The leader of the Triple Threat Triad had heard that a new firebender was in town who was of royal lineage from one of his more loyal servants, who had been friends with the waterbending soldier that Iroh had kicked out of the air temple. He stalked quietly into the temple and carefully took a quiet look at all the different rooms.

When he at long last found her, she was fast asleep curled with her back to him. He smiled nastily and put a hand over her mouth, and another on her eyes.

"You'll be quiet and keep your eyes closed unless you want them burned off," he snarled, and she attempted to squirm away from him. "Fiery one. You'll do quite nicely as leverage."

He rammed her in the head and slung Anastasia over his shoulder. He slunk back through the compound only to find that his boat had been burnt to a crisp. He had brought a waterbender for this very reason though, and the waterbending soldier spiraled him up and into a private boat. It didn't take long for him to drag her to the bottom of the boat and then lock her in the room alone.

Lightning Bolt Zolt smiled nastily at his plot to get his money back from the fire ferrets, or at least what was left of them through the Avatar and her comrades. If he played his cards right he could get both the girl and the money out of the sweet little deal. Then they would have to pay ransom money even more to get Anastasia to safety, not that she would want it to happen he assumed.

But he assumed wrong, very wrong. Anastasia was already waking up and beginning to realize what his plan was and why she had been kidnapped. But both of the nights ahead, for her and Iroh, would be very long and difficult ones.

What do you think they'll do? Eh, I'll let you move on to figure it out.

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