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Kuvira stared at the sky, the moon was a quarter away of becoming New Moon, it was beutiful as the night Bataar had took her off the train and asked what she had wanted since their first year of dating. She keep walking even if her vision got blurry. To think a month ago she had been embracing Baatar, who she killed.

Had he suffered? She should have asked Mako...her enemy even when he had hugged her and smiled with a warm smile, but all those moments were just an illusion.

Her mind carried her to four days ago, at the last time she had seen the Avatar friend. She had been so blinded by his childish charm to ever think he was her enemy, he had been kind, as Korra. False people were bredeed on Republic City and the South Tribe, like Bolin and Varrick. Traitors all.

The metalbender felt hotness on her chest but didn't even slip a little. She was nearer to Ba Sing Se, once there she would think clearly without caring about firebenders or dead fiances, bug it was a futile act.

She kicked a rock and sent it fliying to a distant place, one far away from her sight but the feelings stayed to make her ill.

Kivira stared at the stars, they looked the same as in her time but the weather felt colder and even if she tried to sleep the shiling air and memories of different times kept her awake.

The morning was better, she found a gang of criminals cornering a farmer and saved him without problem, the Earth Kingdom of the past was pretty symilar to the one she knew in that of having bandits and civilians. And she liked that.

Ordon was a peaceful village of farmers, they knew how to kill serpent-moles with their sickles in one move but lacked the skills necessary to fight against bandits, that's why when Kuvira crushed five burglars she was invited to their Spring party and made special guest (the same as days before, when Mako was at her side)

The Great Uniter knew she should be enjoying the soft drink and warm food, she deserved it after her victory against four grow up men, one of them had a broken nose the last time Kuvira had seen him, everything was working in her favour except for her bending and her nightmares.

She glanced at her left side, there was enough space for a child to sit and try and fail to eat with manners.

The metalbender began touching her index finger tip with her thumb, feeling the cut that had deepened since her battle against Mako less than five days ago, It wasn't the only scar, there was one fading on her right arm that still burned when she touched it.

They were reminders of a betrayal and that she shouldn't feel guilty about leaving Mako in a lonely and dangerous road..

The metalbender grimaced as her nail digged on the scar.

For much he looked and sounded as a kid, the firebender had been an adult and friend of the Avatar so feeling guilty or bad about it had no sense.

"Are you fine miss?" the woman at her side asked with a nasal voice, her eyes full of understanding "There is no guy that's worth to lose the appetite"

Kuvira choked a laugh and forced herself to drink the pink wine, she needed something stronger but lacked the will to ask it.

She emptied the glass in one swig, she hated her new attitude and knew that somehow she would better herself-up again, alcohol was a bad option but the only one she had.

A dry wind blowed from behind her and threw people's hats to the ground, the metalbender turned her head to the place it had come, her movement was lazy and done more out of custom that curiosity, so she was taken back by what she saw.

Her green eyes went wide at what was coming: fourteen men in rhinos-lizards that were just up a hill, she recognized the one she had beaten up just a few hours ago.

The farmers took their weapons and the women ushered the kids to the safety of their houses before the criminals arrived, some women came out with kitchen knives ready to defend themselves.

At the party Kuvira had felt numb, but now her hot blood asked her to move, to fight and submit the enemy to her power, even if it mean to open another injury with her own treacherous bending. It would be worth.

The bandits separated, but Kuvira already knew who she was going to take down, the most confident one, the leader.

She ran as fast as she could with her smaller legs, the familiar tingle that preceded a battle buzzing strongly in all her muscles.

The leader was about to go inside a wooden house when Kuvira found him, the man heard Kuvira footsteps and turned around . He was big, twice the height of Kuvira, his eyebrows were light brown and had an unkempt mustache over a scarred lip.

His brown eyes stared at Kuvira small body and smiled evilly. She knew his type, the ones that found pleasure in showing their force against people that were defenseless and enjoyed beating up anyone who they could abuse, they liked to fight, but so did Kuvira.

She launched fastly a rock against his eyes. The man tried to evade. He was not fast enough and the earth ended up hitting his forehead, opening a wound that bleed viciously.

The Great uniter smiled, sometimes precision and fastness were the best weapon, and she had always had a talent with both skills, the feeling of salt over an injury on her knuckles was something that followed her attack, but she didn't lose a second of time before launching balloon sized earth attacks with a fast succession of punches, this kind of attack wouldn't be as effective as her first hit but the sheer number was enough to overwhelm the criminal, hitting his body merciless.

One of his henchman tried to attack Kuvira from behind but she stopped her combo to duck and throw an earthbending kick, hitting the man on the thorax, next resumed her attack on the leader who was on his knees and breathing raggedly.

The afternoon light illuminated the left side of her face and almost blinded her, but the man figure was very clear in front of her.

In other times she would have offered him to serve her, to use his power and his information to help to build a safer place, because she had discovered that nothing was as dangerous as a power void...but as she stared at the ugly marred face of the man she saw everything that was wrong and rotted on the world and that she needed to erase forever.

She raised one hand and the earth chunk almost cracked at her left side. She launched it with force, she didn't even blink when the rock hit against the skull.

The metalbender could hear screams from other side of the village and knew it was not over yet.

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The sun setted with all the criminals defeated, every innocent safe and Kuvira with blood on her clothes and skin, her dark hair blowing wildly along the hollow wind as she looked at the dark pitch night.

There was no one that dared to approach her.

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Aang shivered, the winter was over but the cold wind was still roaming the north hemisphere, he looked at the half moon and tried to forget the experiences on the swamp, Sokka and Katara tales were of visions of the past and his one of the future.

Aang closed his eyes tightly, He hadn't saw anyone he knew and that's what saddened him the most, he would had wanted to see a familiar face, one before being gone for one hundred years.

He hugged himself thinking on the past, he was not comfortable at the memories about all the people that were gone, that he had failed to save..that he couldn't love any longer.

Monk Gyatso who was a mentor that healed his scars singing a childish song that was hilarious for Aang even when he stopped being a toddler. The Avatar wished to had seen his face on the swamp, maybe even one of the kids at the temple who played silly games with Aang and practiced every morning alongside him, even the stern faces of the others masters would had been welcomed.

The memories of everyone of them had become blurry in less than half year, for example he couldn't remember if Aluka, a boy two years older and that played the pan flaute, had a mole on his right or left shoulder. That was something important that all his classmates had pointed out, Aang was sure they had laughed about it along Aluka.

"Are you fine?" Katara voice asked softly behind him, then her dark hand touched his shoulder, leading him to a hug.

Katara smelt like a flower camp full of life and her presence always made him feel safe or more accurately hopeful. He embraced her, trying to hold onto something that was more powerful and bigger than the Avatar.

They separated slowly and looked at the eyes of the other, trying to discern the color even if there was only a half-moon as ligth. Aang could see her warm smile and wanted to smile back, to make her feel the same way he did when she was around him.

Before he could try to force a smile a loud sound echoed nearly, it was followed by the glow of fire.

With just a nod they went to check the place, Sokka walking behind them with stealthy steps that couldn't compare to the soft ones of Aang.

The battle was near a road, four men dressed with purple robes were fighting against a single firebender.

Katara tensed when she recognized the face of Prince Zuko, he might had a different hair style and was dressed in green and brown colors, but the scar was enough to know who he was even at the distance, Aang knew they had tried to kill each other not long ago and the wounds were still open, so the internal struggle of going to aid him or simply shrug the unfairness of one against four was a battle inside the waterbender head.

Finally she settled her mind and nodded.

Aang ducked at Katara side, both were behind a bush, taking their breath before dashing in combat, the fire casting shadows on the trees. Sokka was hiding in another place, somewhere when no one would watch him.

The airbender caught a glimpse of one of the attackers. The man that had kidnapped the child a week ago.

"He is the one that tried to hit the boy" he whispered to himself, remembering how the bigger man had attempted to hurt the kidnapped child before Aang arrived.

Katara understood the whisper, and without a word and with a rage filled attack hit one of the attackers, sending him flying to a tree.

Zuko eyes widened when he noticed his saviours but keep defending himself with a little of difficulty.

At the end each one of the youngest took off one of the attackers.

Sokka had his boomerang out and ready to strike the fire prince but Katara was focused on the man that had kidnapped the child a week ago, her blue eyes shining with rage.

"You attacked a little boy! Why!" she asked with icy voice, the man eyes were staring at Aang and then to Zuko, but Katara slashed water on his hair "Answer!"

"Go to hell water rat!"

Sokka was the first one to react to the man words and hit him with the back of his boomerang, Zuko gave Aang a questioning look but the Avatar was more confussed by all.

Another of the attackers squealed and in cue Zuko took charge.

"Where is the kid!" Zuko demmanded, he had only katara wording to go and had assumed his attackers were still holding the kid somewhere. Before anyone could correct the prince the firebender made two hot daggers in each one of his hands "Where!?"

"I don't know!" the man cried and Aang felt his blood cold, Zuko got his fire nearer"I swear! No one knows! We were already following you when he was recaptured! We don't know! Don't hurt me!"

Katara shoulders sagged and the Avatar felt his pulse get lower.

He should have waited to the siblings getting better until he could take them along him instead of leaving. He wondered if he had already failed again.

Will continue..

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Maybe...

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