Chapter 9: Beneath Omashu

AN: Hello all, and happy Wednesday! This week has honestly flown by. Thank you to all the kind responses on the last chapter! It truly was one of my favorites and it was kind of nice to take a have small break from the grief and sorrow Aang was facing. Another adventure awaits in this one! Thank you to everyone who takes their time to read this series, it means everything to me! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 8 Review Responses:

JDisk98: It's so good to hear from you again! I totally agree with you! Sokka is a very underrated character in the series in my opinion, and I feel like there's a lot of in-depth complexities that could have been explored with him that were thrown away instead for the sake of humor. So it's been a lot of fun to explore his take of responsibility in this series as his situation is just a tad bit different than it was in the show! Wow, thanks for sharing that personal connection. I don't know too much about everything, but I am sure that your siblings are very lucky to have you, just like Aang and Katara are lucky to have him :) Hope you have been doing well, and thank you for your support as always! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Madslynx: Thank you so much for your kind compliment! I can relate, I've been going through a bit of a writer's block myself lately. But just remember- since you're so ahead on your story right now you can always take a break until that motivation comes back again! And hey, the sad stuff is just as fun to write as the happy stuff :) Thank you, keep up the good work yourself! As always, I appreciate your continued support, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Latte28: Wow! I'm so happy to see that you loved this chapter so much... I figured you would! I sent you a more in-depth review response in PM for you to check out some time, but just know that I appreciate your kind words! But you're absolutely right, Sokka is an amazing dude, and the moments between Katara and Aang in that chapter were absolutely perfect! Thank you for continuing to support me, and I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

michaela.s14: Michaela! So good to hear from you my friend! I have to just give you a quick compliment on how impressed I am that you were able to power through three chapters and provide three amazing reviews to come along with it! So sorry to hear that sickness ran it's way through your house. Everyone beginning to feeling better? I saw your PM as well! I'll make sure to give you your other two review responses there! Yes, getting to ease our way out of the darkness just a little bit made for a very refreshing chapter! It just warms my heart to know how many people have appreciated Sokka in this past chapter, because again- he deserves all the praise! Yes, thanks for noticing that flashback to Book 1! It really shows how much Rina cares about him, to show him his weaknesses but use it as an opportunity for him to learn from it and grow stronger. Haha, I'm glad that she reminds you of Suki because Suki was used as my inspiration for her :) Yes we love ALL the kataang moments in that last one, especially the beach! Haha, you weren't the only one to think that a potential love confession was coming! It's got to be soon... right? ;) Glad to see that the lightheartedness of the chapter allowed you to sit back and relax a little bit as well with the characters! Because as you mentioned... there's a lot awaiting them in Omashu, and they're going to need all the strength they can get! Thank you so much as always for continuing to support me, it literally means so much! I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

The sky blazed with the hues of a dying sun, streaks of orange, pink, and purple painting the horizon as Appa soared above the dense, sprawling forest below. The day had dragged on, stretching into late afternoon, and though the journey toward Omashu was nearly complete, fatigue and restlessness began to settle into the group. They had been flying for hours without a break, the silent anticipation of their arrival at the Earth Kingdom city mingling with the exhaustion of travel.

Aang, perched at the front of Appa's saddle, watched as the sun dipped lower in the sky. The beauty of it struck him, a brief moment of peace amidst everything that had been weighing on his heart. He glanced back at his companions—Katara resting with her arms wrapped around her knees, Sokka squinting into the distance, and Rina sitting quietly by Sokka's side, her face calm but alert.

"We should stop for the night," Aang finally suggested, breaking the silence. "Appa's tired, and… we could all use a break."

Sokka let out a deep breath of relief, patting Appa's side. "Thank the spirits. I didn't want to say anything, but I think my butt is permanently attached to this saddle."

Katara chuckled lightly, though her exhaustion was evident in her posture. "It's a good idea. We'll need to be well-rested for tomorrow."

Aang nodded in agreement and guided Appa downward, descending toward a quiet patch of forest that spread out beneath them. The air grew cooler as they neared the ground, and the scent of pine and earth filled the evening air. Appa settled down gracefully between tall trees, the wind from his landing rustling the leaves above. The moment his large feet touched the earth, Aang jumped down, feeling the ground beneath him, grateful for the solid connection after a day spent in the sky.

The group dismounted, stretching their stiff limbs and taking in the stillness of the forest around them. The late afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting golden streaks on the forest floor. It was peaceful, yet a sense of urgency still hung in the air—the knowledge that Omashu awaited them, and with it, the looming threat of the unknown.

"Let's set up camp," Katara suggested, already moving to gather wood for the fire. "We don't have much daylight left."

Sokka and Aang worked together to start the fire while Rina dug through their supplies, pulling out some of the food they had left from their time on Kyoshi Island. She began preparing it, her movements steady and sure as she worked beside Katara. The familiar rhythm of setting up camp was a welcome distraction for everyone, grounding them in the moment, even if their thoughts were elsewhere.

Before long, the fire crackled to life, sending warmth through the small clearing as night began to fall. The group gathered around, sitting close to the fire as they shared the simple meal, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the flames. The forest around them grew darker, the sounds of nocturnal creatures stirring in the distance.

As they ate, Sokka broke the silence, turning to Aang. "So… this Bumi friend of yours. What's he like?"

Aang smiled softly, the mention of Bumi bringing a flood of memories back to him. "Bumi? He's… one of a kind. He was always the wildest, most unpredictable person I knew. He's only eleven, but he's already one of the smartest—and most mischievous—people I've ever met."

Sokka raised an eyebrow, pausing to chew thoughtfully. "Unpredictable, huh? Not exactly the trait I'd want in an earthbending teacher." He scratched the back of his head, shooting Aang a sideways glance. "No offense, but are you sure he's the right guy for the job?"

Aang chuckled, shaking his head as he thought about his old friend. "Yeah, I know he can seem a little… out there. But trust me, Bumi's special. He might be a goofball, but he's also a prodigy when it comes to earthbending. He sees the world differently, and that's what makes him such a great bender. Even when we were younger, he could do things no one else could."

Sokka didn't seem entirely convinced, but Rina, who had been listening quietly, chimed in. "It sounds like you're lucky to have a friend like him, Aang. You must be excited to see him again after all this time."

Aang's smile faltered for a moment, his expression becoming more introspective. "I am. I've missed him a lot, but… I'm also kind of nervous. Bumi probably thinks I'm dead. I don't know how he's going to react when he sees me. It's been a couple years."

The fire crackled as Aang's words hung in the air, the weight of his uncertainty evident. Katara, sitting beside him, immediately reached out, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. "It's going to be okay, Aang. Bumi's your friend. He'll be happy to see you, no matter what. And even if it's hard at first, we'll all be here to support you."

Aang met her gaze, his heart lifting slightly at her reassurance. Still, the thought of facing Bumi again—one of the last remnants of his life before the Comet—brought a wave of emotions he hadn't expected. "It's just… seeing him again, it makes me realize how much has changed. He's one of the last people I was friends with before the Comet and the war. The world feels so different now."

Katara moved closer, wrapping her arm around him in a comforting embrace. "I know it's hard. But Bumi is still Bumi. He'll be just as excited to see you as you are to see him."

Aang leaned into her embrace, feeling the warmth of her presence ease some of the tension in his chest. "Thanks, Katara. It means a lot that you're here with me."

By now, the sun had fully set, and the forest was bathed in darkness, save for the light of the fire. The group sat in a peaceful silence for a moment, the crackling flames the only sound as the night deepened around them.

Sokka yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "Alright, I think it's time we hit the sack. Big day tomorrow."

Rina nodded, but her eyes remained alert as she scanned the forest around them before letting out a big yawn herself. "One of us should keep watch. We can't afford to be caught off guard, especially this close to Omashu." But after saying this she shifted slowly towards the tent, another yawn escaping her tired features.

Sokka smirked, already half-laying down. "Nice way to get out of watch duty for the night."

Rina chuckled softly, stifling yet another yawn. "What can I say?"

Aang stood up, brushing off his robes. "I'll take the first watch. You guys get some rest. I can always sleep on Appa tomorrow."

Katara shot him a concerned glance, frowning slightly. "Aang, you've finally been able to catch up on some sleep these past few days. You should really get some rest."

"I'm fine, really," Aang reassured her. "You all need the sleep more than I do. I'll be right here if anything happens."

Sokka and Rina accepted his offer without hesitation, heading into the tent and leaving Aang and Katara alone by the fire. But Katara didn't move, her brow furrowing slightly as she lingered, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

Aang noticed, his expression softening as he leaned closer. "Katara, what's wrong?"

She hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice quiet. "I don't know… it's just that I've gotten used to having you close these past few days. You've been by my side every night, and I guess it feels… strange, not having you there tonight."

Aang's heart warmed at her admission, a gentle smile spreading across his face. He reached out, pulling her into a warm embrace. "I'll be right outside the tent, Katara. If you need me, I'll be here."

She sighed softly, melting into his embrace. "I know. I just… I guess I don't like being away from you."

Aang chuckled softly, his chin resting on the top of her head. "Hey, you can always move your sleeping bag closer to the tent flap. It'll be like I'm right there, even if I'm not inside."

Katara laughed, pulling back just enough to look up at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "That's ridiculous, Aang."

"Maybe," he grinned, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "But you know where to find me if you need anything."

She nodded, finally standing up and giving him one last, tight hug. "Good night, Aang."

"Good night, Katara."

With that, she disappeared into the tent, leaving Aang alone by the fire. The flames crackled softly, the shadows of the forest closing in as the night deepened. Aang sat back, his eyes scanning the treeline as he kept watch, his thoughts drifting between the uncertainty of tomorrow and the comfort of the present.

The early morning air was cool and still, the faint light of dawn just beginning to filter through the trees. Aang sat quietly by the dying embers of the campfire, the soft, rhythmic sounds of the forest surrounding him. He'd been awake all night, keeping watch, his mind drifting between thoughts of their journey ahead and the uncertain reunion with his old friend, Bumi. The quiet moments, while calming, couldn't fully ease the tension that had been growing in his chest.

The first glimmer of sunlight peeked over the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor. Aang's eyes followed the soft rays of light, lost in the beauty of the dawn when a small noise broke the stillness—a quiet rustle from the tent behind him. He turned his head just as the flap of the tent shifted, and Rina crawled out, her movements careful and quiet.

"Morning," Aang whispered, offering her a small smile.

"Good morning," Rina replied softly, brushing some loose strands of hair out of her face as she sat beside him. "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Of course not," Aang said, nodding. He made room for her by the fire, the warmth of it still lingering despite its dwindling flames. They sat together in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of birds beginning to stir in the trees above them.

Eventually, Aang turned to her, breaking the quiet. "You're up early."

Rina let out a small, knowing smile. "Force of habit, I guess. Back on Kyoshi Island, I was always up at the first crack of dawn. We had a rotation to relieve the night shift, so I got used to it."

Aang nodded in understanding, imagining her diligently waking every morning to look after her fellow Kyoshi Warriors. He admired her dedication. "Makes sense," he said softly, before pausing for a moment. "How are you holding up? Being away from Kyoshi Island?"

Rina's expression softened, her eyes reflecting a quiet sadness. "I miss it. I miss my sisters, the routine, the feeling of… belonging. But…" She hesitated, a small blush creeping onto her cheeks, "I'm excited too. To do good in other parts of the world. To help where I can. And… to spend more time with Sokka."

Aang's smile widened at that, his heart warming a little at her honesty. "He's a pretty lucky guy."

Rina's face flushed a little deeper, but she smiled back, her eyes twinkling. "I think I'm the lucky one, too."

They shared a quiet, warm moment, sitting side by side as the light slowly grew brighter around them. The forest was awakening now, the sounds of life picking up around them, but the two remained in a small pocket of peaceful silence.

After a while, Rina's gaze drifted back to Aang, her voice gentle. "How are you feeling about Bumi? Any better?"

Aang sighed, his shoulders slumping just slightly. He stared at the ground for a moment, as if trying to sort through his thoughts. "I don't know. I'm sure he'll be happy to see me… I'm just…" He hesitated, his voice growing quieter. "I'm more afraid of losing him than anything."

Rina stayed silent, listening intently as Aang continued, his words heavy with emotion. "No matter how hard I try, it feels like the people I care about are being taken away from me. I don't know if I can handle losing someone else I love… I've already seen too much."

His voice faltered at the end, the weight of his fear hanging between them. Rina reached out, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Aang, we're all in this together. We'll do everything we can to make sure that doesn't happen. I know the world feels dangerous right now, and it is, but we have each other. We have to trust in that."

Her words were gentle but strong, offering a quiet reassurance that seemed to settle Aang's frayed nerves. He allowed himself a small, tired smile, his heart feeling a little lighter. "Thanks, Rina. I'm glad you're joining us. It feels good knowing we're not facing all of this alone."

Rina smiled back at him, warmth in her eyes. "I'm glad too."

Just then, Aang let out a huge yawn, barely able to stifle it. Rina chuckled softly, her hand still resting on his shoulder. "You're exhausted, Aang. You should go get some rest."

Aang shook his head, trying to stifle another yawn. "I'll be fine. I can sleep on Appa while we're flying."

Before Aang could argue further, the tent flap rustled again. This time, Katara and Sokka crawled out, stretching and yawning as they were greeted by the early morning light.

"Good morning, Aang," Katara greeted, her voice still groggy from sleep.

"Morning, Katara," Aang replied, his smile soft as he looked at her.

Sokka, squinting against the first rays of sunlight, rubbed his eyes and looked around. "Any trouble last night?"

Aang shook his head. "Nope. It was quiet."

"Good," Sokka said, nodding with relief. He glanced up at the sky, the rising sun casting long shadows over the camp. "Well, I guess it's time to pack up and get moving. We've still got a long flight ahead of us before we reach Omashu."

Rina stood, stretching her arms as she smiled at the group. "Better get started, then."

As the group began to dismantle the camp, Aang took a moment to glance back at the horizon, the sun slowly rising over the trees, signaling the start of another day. Despite the uncertainty ahead, the warmth of his friends' presence reminded him that, whatever came next, they would face it together.

The sun climbed higher into the sky as Appa glided smoothly through the air, his massive form casting a long shadow over the rolling landscape of the Earth Kingdom below. The group had been flying for several hours now, the lush green forests and rocky hills passing beneath them in a blur. Up in the saddle, a calm yet determined silence had settled over the travelers, save for the sound of the wind rushing past them.

Aang, exhausted from his night of keeping watch, had drifted off shortly after setting Appa on the correct course toward Omashu. He now lay curled next to Katara, his head resting on her shoulder as he slept soundly. His face, usually so full of life and energy, was relaxed in peaceful sleep, though every now and then, his brow would twitch slightly. Katara's fingers absently brushed through his hair as she looked out across the horizon, deep in thought.

Sokka, sitting across from them, was leaning against the side of the saddle, eyes scanning the distant horizon as if he expected trouble at any moment. Rina sat beside him, her gaze bouncing between the skies ahead and the group around her, her own thoughts a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty.

After a while, Rina broke the silence, her voice soft but curious. "So… what do you guys normally do when you visit a new village or city?" Her question seemed innocent enough, but there was a nervous edge to her tone, like she was trying to mentally prepare herself for whatever lay ahead in Omashu.

Katara turned her attention to Rina, a small, reassuring smile on her face. "Usually, we just explore the city, talk to the people who live there. We've been to a few places now, and it's never taken long for us to figure out what's going on or how we can help."

Sokka chimed in, shrugging casually as he sat up straighter. "Yeah, it's not like people expect anything from us. None of the villages we've been to have known that Aang's the Avatar. So, most of the time, they see a group of kids and, I guess, figure we're harmless. But once we start asking questions or sticking around long enough, it becomes obvious pretty quickly if they need help."

Rina frowned slightly, still processing their approach. "But… do people really just trust you like that? A bunch of kids wandering into town asking questions? Doesn't that raise suspicions?"

Katara shrugged, glancing at Aang's sleeping form beside her. "It hasn't really been a problem. We've gotten by without too much trouble. Aang usually does a lot of the talking—he's good at connecting with people, even without telling them who he is. In Chin Village, they were happy to give us information. We just have to play it by ear most of the time."

Rina nodded slowly, though her worry didn't fully dissipate. She pressed her lips together, her fingers fiddling nervously with the edge of her sleeve. "Omashu's different, though. It's bigger, and its leadership is… strict. I just hope they're willing to listen or accept any help we offer. They're known for being cautious about outsiders."

Sokka, noticing the tension in Rina's voice, leaned closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders in a reassuring gesture. Rina's face flushed pink at the sudden closeness, but she didn't pull away, her nervousness easing slightly. "Hey, don't worry about it," Sokka said confidently, offering her a warm smile. "We haven't come across a problem yet that we couldn't handle together. Whatever happens, we'll figure it out. We always do."

Rina let out a small, relieved breath, leaning into Sokka's side just a little as the warmth of his words settled over her. Katara smiled at the sight, glad that Sokka could offer some comfort in a moment that felt increasingly uncertain. However, the peacefulness of the moment was short-lived.

Next to Katara, Aang's body suddenly tensed. His face, which had been calm in his sleep, now contorted in distress. His fingers clenched at the edges of the saddle, his brow furrowing as he mumbled something under his breath. "Bumi… no… Bumi…"

Katara's heart skipped a beat as she quickly leaned over, gently shaking Aang's shoulder. "Aang? Aang, wake up!"

But Aang's body remained rigid, his breathing quickening, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. "Bumi… trapped… Fire Nation…" His voice was weak but filled with fear.

Katara's urgency grew as she shook him harder, her voice more insistent. "Aang! Wake up!"

With a sudden jolt, Aang shot up, gasping for breath as his eyes flew open. His chest heaved, his face damp with sweat, and for a moment, he looked around wildly as though disoriented. His mind seemed to still be halfway in the nightmare.

Katara leaned in close, her voice soft but concerned. "Aang, are you okay? What happened?"

Aang blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. "It was Bumi… I saw him. He was surrounded by Fire Nation soldiers. They had him trapped underground somewhere, and I couldn't get to him."

Katara placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, her thumb brushing gently against his skin. "Aang, it was just a dream. You're going to see Bumi soon, and everything will be okay."

But Aang shook his head, his eyes wide with unease. "No… it didn't feel like just a dream. I've never had a vision like that before. It felt real—like Bumi's in danger right now. We need to get to Omashu, fast."

The urgency in his voice sent a chill through Katara. She could see the fear and worry etched on Aang's face, and it was clear that something about the dream had shaken him deeply. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Okay, Aang. We'll get there as soon as we can."

Sokka, who had been watching the exchange closely, shared a concerned look with Rina. The light-hearted mood from earlier had vanished, replaced by a growing tension in the air. Aang's fear had transferred to all of them now.

Without another word, Aang climbed to the front of the saddle, gently waking Appa from his comfortable glide. "Yip yip!" Aang called, his voice tight with urgency. Appa let out a low rumble in response, his massive body shifting as he picked up speed, the wind whipping past them faster as they soared through the sky.

In the distance, the vast, towering walls of Omashu came into view, a jagged silhouette against the horizon. The city looked imposing and impenetrable from afar, nestled into the mountains like a fortress. Aang's eyes locked onto the sight, his heart racing with a mix of determination and dread.

As the group flew closer, the sense of urgency grew. The weight of Aang's nightmare pressed heavily on all of them, and with Omashu drawing near, the realization dawned that whatever awaited them there, it wouldn't be simple. For Aang, this wasn't just about helping another city—it was about finding Bumi, his oldest friend, and ensuring he didn't lose him too. Not again.

The sun had just passed its peak when the towering walls of Omashu were within reach, stretching across the horizon like a mountain range of stone. The city, perched precariously atop a massive mesa, was an imposing sight even from a distance. Its thick stone walls, carved from the very earth that surrounded it, glinted dully in the late afternoon light. Narrow pathways wound up the sides of the mesa, flanked by massive earthbender-operated gates, and small watchtowers dotted the landscape around the city's base.

Aang urged Appa forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied the city's defenses. He had spent the entire flight in a tense silence after his nightmare, occasionally glancing back at the others with a forced smile, but now, as Omashu came into view, the weight of his dream pressed on him like a stone. His heart raced, and his grip on Appa's reins tightened.

Katara, seated behind him, exchanged a concerned look with Sokka. They hadn't spoken much after Aang's outburst, giving him the space to process whatever fears were gnawing at him. But now, as they drew closer to their destination, the tension between them all was palpable.

"This place looks… intense," Sokka commented, his eyes wide as he took in the massive walls and formidable structure of the city. "I mean, I've heard stories about Omashu, but seeing it up close is something else."

Katara nodded, though her gaze was more focused on Aang. "Yeah… it's huge." She kept her voice low, hoping to ease the anxiety she knew Aang was still feeling. "But we've faced worse, right?"

Aang didn't respond, his jaw tight as he guided Appa down toward the city's outer gates. They could see the winding procession of travelers below, waiting to gain entry into Omashu. Carts and caravans lined up, earthbender guards checking every visitor thoroughly before allowing them inside. Even from their vantage point in the air, it was clear that the city wasn't just a bustling center of trade—it was a fortress on high alert.

As Appa swooped lower, the group prepared for landing. Aang guided the flying bison to a flat area near the entrance, a few hundred yards from the queue of people waiting to be admitted into the city. With a grunt, Appa touched down gently, sending up a small cloud of dust as his massive feet hit the ground. The travelers nearby looked up in awe at the sight of the flying bison, though their expressions quickly turned wary when they noticed the unfamiliar faces dismounting from the saddle.

Aang hopped down first, landing lightly on his feet, but the nervous energy in his movements was obvious. His eyes darted toward the gates, and he took a deep breath, trying to shake off the anxiety that had plagued him since his dream. Katara and Sokka followed, Rina just behind them. The Kyoshi Warrior, though impressed by the sight of Omashu, also looked uneasy. The towering walls and watchful guards were intimidating, especially for a newcomer like her.

"So, how are we getting in?" Sokka asked, slinging his boomerang over his shoulder as they walked toward the entrance. "It doesn't look like they're just letting anyone waltz through the front gate."

Rina frowned, her gaze lingering on the line of travelers being inspected by the guards. "Omashu has always been strict about security, but this seems… extreme."

Aang glanced at the queue, his stomach churning. "It's because of the war," he muttered, more to himself than the others. "They're probably on high alert."

The line moved slowly, the guards inspecting each traveler with care. Aang's mind raced. He had visited Omashu plenty of times before, but always as a carefree airbender—never during wartime, never under such tense circumstances. His heart pounded in his chest, the memory of his dream resurfacing. Bumi, trapped. Fire Nation soldiers surrounding him. Was it just a nightmare? Or was it a warning?

Katara touched his arm gently, her voice soft. "Aang, we'll find Bumi. He's okay."

Aang forced a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I hope so…"

As they approached the front of the line, two guards stepped forward, their faces stern beneath their helmets. One of them, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a thick black beard, raised a hand to stop them. "Hold it right there," he commanded, his voice gruff. "State your business in Omashu."

Aang opened his mouth to speak, but Sokka quickly stepped forward, putting on his best diplomatic face. "We're travelers. We're just passing through, looking to restock supplies and maybe offer a helping hand around the city."

The guard narrowed his eyes. "You're a little young to be offering help, aren't you?"

Sokka grinned awkwardly. "Well, looks can be deceiving. We've been, uh, all over the Earth Kingdom, helping out where we can. We've got experience."

The other guard, a shorter man with sharp eyes, eyed the group suspiciously. "Experience doing what, exactly?"

"Solving problems," Sokka replied confidently. "You name it, we've probably dealt with it. Bandits, Fire Nation Soldiers, uh…" he quickly looked over to another traveler— a trader, and named the first thing he saw in his cart: "rogue cabbages."

Aang shot Sokka a glance, clearly trying not to laugh despite the tension. The guards, however, remained unimpressed.

The taller guard folded his arms. "Omashu isn't a village full of peasants. It's a military stronghold. We don't need outsiders coming in and causing trouble."

"We're not here to cause trouble," Katara interjected, her tone calm but firm. "We just want to explore the city, maybe speak to some of the locals. We've heard about the war and thought there might be something we could do to help."

The guards exchanged a glance, still unconvinced. Rina, standing a little behind, shifted uneasily. "Omashu is known for its tight security," she whispered to Sokka. "We might not get in without proof we're trustworthy."

Aang, still quiet, suddenly stepped forward, his expression more determined than before. "Please. We just want to find someone."

The tall guard raised an eyebrow. "And who might that be?"

Aang hesitated for a moment, the image of Bumi trapped in his dream flashing through his mind again. "His name's Bumi. He's an old friend of mine."

The guards looked at each other again, this time with a spark of recognition. "Bumi?" the shorter guard repeated. "You mean one of the city's leaders, the prince?"

Aang nodded, his heart skipping a beat. "Yeah. We were friends when we were younger. I… I need to find him."

The taller guard's face softened slightly, though his eyes still held a trace of suspicion. "Prince Bumi is not someone just anyone gets to see. But if you're telling the truth… we'll take you to someone who can decide if you're allowed in."

Relief flooded Aang's chest, and he quickly nodded in agreement. "Thank you. We'll cooperate however you need."

With a curt nod, the guard motioned for the group to follow him. "This way."

They were escorted away from the line of travelers and toward a smaller entrance at the side of the main gate, where a squad of elite earthbender guards stood at attention. The tension in the air was palpable as they walked, the walls of Omashu seeming to grow taller and more imposing with each step.

As they neared the entrance, Aang felt his pulse quicken. This was it. He was finally here, but he couldn't shake the fear that had settled in his heart. What if Bumi was in danger, just like in his dream? What if they were too late?

The guards stopped in front of a large stone door embedded in the wall. With a series of precise movements, one of the earthbenders shifted the stone aside, revealing a narrow passage leading deeper into the city. "Go inside," the lead guard instructed. "You'll meet with a few of the city's officials. They'll decide if you're trustworthy enough to be granted entry."

The group exchanged uncertain glances but complied. As they stepped into the passageway, the air grew cooler, and the sound of the city's bustle faded behind them. The stone walls were cold and unyielding, and Aang's footsteps echoed softly as they walked deeper into Omashu's heart.

His mind raced, thoughts of Bumi swirling together with memories of the times they had spent in the city, racing through the mail chutes and laughing without a care in the world. But those carefree days felt distant now. The world had changed, and so had Aang. He wasn't just visiting an old friend—he was walking into the unknown, into a city on the edge of war, with no idea what he would find.

And somewhere, deep inside, a gnawing fear told him that the nightmare he'd seen might be more than just a bad dream.

The group was led deeper into Omashu, weaving through a labyrinth of stone corridors that seemed to spiral downward into the very heart of the city. The air grew cooler and heavier with each step, the distant sounds of city life fading behind them, replaced by the quiet hum of the earth beneath their feet. Torches lined the walls, their flickering flames casting eerie, shifting shadows that danced along the rough stone. The walls, carved from the same sturdy earth that made Omashu one of the Earth Kingdom's most impenetrable cities, were adorned with ancient murals depicting the city's rich history—earthbenders raising the city from the ground, great battles against invaders, and legends of Omashu's famous delivery chutes that crisscrossed the city above.

They passed small alcoves where earthbender guards stood, their stony gazes following the group as they walked by. Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Rina exchanged uneasy glances, each of them feeling the weight of Omashu's tension and the sense that something was very wrong in the city. As they walked further, the stone floor beneath their feet began to slope downward, and the narrow hallways gradually widened, leading them toward the city's most secure chambers. At the end of a long passageway, they came to a set of towering double doors, carved with intricate designs of ancient earthbenders manipulating the land itself. The craftsmanship was breathtaking, yet intimidating, as if the doors themselves were a reminder of Omashu's power.

Two guards stepped forward, their faces obscured by the shadows, and with a synchronized movement, they pushed open the massive doors, revealing a grand chamber beyond.

Inside, the room was vast—easily the largest they had seen since arriving in Omashu. The floor was a polished green stone, reflecting the soft glow of torches that lined the walls. Massive stone pillars, each etched with the stories of Omashu's rulers and defenders, rose toward the domed ceiling. Light streamed in from narrow, high windows cut into the stone, casting long beams that created a hazy atmosphere. At the center of the room stood a large, circular table made entirely of polished earth, around which sat three of the city's advisors.

The advisors themselves were striking figures, embodying the very essence of Omashu's leadership. In the center sat an elderly man, his long white hair tied back in a braid, his face deeply lined with age and wisdom. Despite his frail appearance, his sharp green eyes betrayed a mind that had seen countless years of conflict and peace. His robe, though simple, was adorned with the emblem of Omashu—a subtle yet clear indication of his authority.

To his right sat a stern woman, her black hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her sharp features and cold gaze made it clear she was not one to be trifled with. Her hands were clasped in front of her, her posture rigid and formal. Her robe was darker than the others, almost black, giving her an air of severity. She was clearly a strategic mind, someone who saw the world through the lens of battle and survival.

On the left was a younger man, perhaps in his thirties, with a more relaxed posture and a playful glint in his eye. His short, messy hair and slightly crooked smile made him seem out of place among the other two advisors, but the air of authority he carried suggested he was just as formidable. His robe was the most ornate of the three, with gold trim that caught the light, giving him a more opulent appearance.

The elderly advisor in the center raised a bony hand, motioning for the group to approach. "You've come at a dire time for Omashu," he said, his voice gravelly yet calm. "General Ronshi's battalion is poised to strike any day now."

Sokka let out a barely audible groan, muttering under his breath, "Of course, we show up just in time for another battle."

Rina shot him a sharp look, elbowing him in the side as the advisors continued to speak.

The stern woman took over, her voice clipped and efficient. "We've also received intelligence that Prince Azulon is leading a division of the Fire Nation's forces. Omashu has faced many threats over the years, but never one like this."

Katara felt a shiver run down her spine at the mention of Prince Azulon. The Fire Lord's son was now involved? Sokka clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists as memories of past encounters with the Fire Nation flooded his mind. Aang, however, stood still, his expression unreadable. The weight of his dream, of seeing Bumi in danger, still hung heavily on him.

The younger advisor leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table, a smirk playing on his lips. "So, what's the plan, kids? You gonna save Omashu all by yourselves?" His tone was mocking, as if he couldn't take them seriously.

Aang, undeterred by the sarcasm, stepped forward. His face was serious, his usual carefree nature nowhere to be seen. "We're just travelers," he said, his voice calm but firm. "We've been helping people wherever we can. But right now, we need your help."

The elderly advisor raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "And what help could Omashu possibly provide to travelers like yourselves?"

Aang glanced at his friends before answering. "I'm looking for Bumi," he said, his voice filled with a quiet urgency. "He's a friend of mine, and I need to find him."

At the mention of Bumi's name, the advisors exchanged uneasy glances. The room seemed to grow even quieter, the air thick with tension. The elderly advisor's face grew more somber as he spoke. "Prince Bumi has been missing for several days now."

The stern woman leaned forward, her sharp gaze piercing. "Without him, our defenses are... incomplete. Even as a child, Bumi's earthbending is unmatched. He could have led the city's defense, but now... now we are vulnerable."

Aang's heart sank. The confirmation of Bumi's disappearance only made his nightmare feel more real. "We need to find him," Aang said, his voice more insistent. "If Omashu is under threat, Bumi could be in serious danger."

The younger advisor chuckled, shaking his head. "And you think we're going to let a bunch of kids run off into danger to find him? Brave or not, you're still just—"

"We're not just any group of kids," Aang interrupted, his frustration finally boiling over. His voice was louder now, more forceful than usual.

The younger advisor's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the tension. "Oh? Is that so?"

Before anyone could react, Aang took a deep breath and spoke with quiet intensity. "I'm the Avatar."

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the truth. Katara stepped closer to Aang, her hand resting on his shoulder in support, while Sokka stiffened beside her, clearly uncomfortable with revealing the truth. Rina watched, wide-eyed, uncertain of how the advisors would react.

The elderly advisor's expression didn't change, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "The Avatar?" His voice was measured, skeptical. "Forgive me if I find that hard to believe."

Aang's patience was wearing thin. "How do I prove it to you?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration. "We don't have time for this."

The stern woman leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "The Avatar was an airbender," she said coldly. "The Fire Nation wiped them all out. You expect us to believe you're the last one?"

Aang let out a long, exasperated sigh. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of marbles, tossing them into the air. With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent the marbles spinning in perfect formation, manipulating them with airbending. The marbles danced through the air before softly landing back in his palm.

"Well? Is that enough for you?" Aang asked, his voice flat. "Are you happy now?"

The younger advisor scratched his chin, unimpressed. "The Avatar can bend multiple elements. If you're really the Avatar—"

Aang cut him off, his frustration boiling over. "Do you want me to water whip you? Because I can."

Katara quickly stepped forward, squeezing Aang's shoulder to calm him down. She looked at the advisors, her voice steady but firm. "Aang has more than proven who he is. We need your help. If we don't find Bumi, Omashu's defenses will fall."

The elderly advisor raised a hand, silencing the room. His voice was calm, but his words carried weight. "If you truly are the Avatar, then perhaps Omashu's fate is not yet sealed. But we need something from you in return."

Aang threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. "I was going to help Omashu anyway!"

Rina, sensing Aang's rising frustration, stepped forward. Her voice was calm, cutting through the tension. "Where was Bumi last seen?"

The stern woman glanced at her fellow advisors before answering. "There are tunnels beneath the city. Bumi was last seen exploring them with some of the other children."

Sokka nodded, his face grim. "Thank you for the information. We'll be back later tonight to meet with your generals and figure out how to help prepare for the battle."

As the group turned to leave, the heavy stone doors creaked shut behind them, sealing off the chamber and its suffocating atmosphere of doubt and skepticism. Their footsteps echoed through the long, dimly lit corridor, the sound bouncing off the cold stone walls as if the city itself were pressing in on them. Aang led the way, his usually light and carefree steps now weighted with frustration and exhaustion. His expression was distant, his brow furrowed in thought as they moved farther from the council room.

Once they were finally out of earshot, away from the judging gazes of Omashu's advisors, Aang let out a long, exasperated breath. "They were unbelievable," he muttered, his voice heavy with irritation. His words hung in the stale air, a bitter mix of disbelief and fatigue.

Katara, who had been watching him closely, immediately moved closer. She could see the strain in his posture, the way his shoulders sagged under the invisible burden he carried. Without saying a word, she stepped forward and gently wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. Her touch was warm, a stark contrast to the cold stone around them. Aang stiffened slightly at first, but she held him firmly, her chin resting lightly on his shoulder, willing him to let some of that tension go.

"We'll find Bumi, Aang," Katara whispered, her voice soft but full of quiet determination. She held him as if trying to shield him from the weight of the world that seemed to be pressing down on him from all sides. "I promise."

For a long moment, Aang said nothing. He just stood there in Katara's arms, his mind racing, his heart heavy. His eyes stared at the ground, unfocused, as if searching for answers that remained just out of reach. The tension in his body refused to ease, his muscles still tight, his breath shallow. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Bumi, of the Fire Nation, of Omashu's impending doom. Every problem, every challenge, felt like it was piling on top of him, layer after layer of responsibility that he wasn't sure he could shoulder much longer.

He wanted to believe Katara. He needed to believe her. But the nagging fear in the back of his mind wouldn't let go. What if Bumi was already lost? What if the Fire Nation had already taken him, and they were too late? What if, despite everything, they failed to save Omashu?

His voice, when he finally spoke, was small and tired, barely a whisper. "We have to." The words came out strained, almost as if he was pleading with himself more than anyone else.

Katara tightened her embrace, her hand gently rubbing his back in soothing circles. "We will," she said again, her voice stronger this time. "You're not alone, Aang. We'll get through this together."

But even as she said the words, Katara could feel the tension still radiating from him. She knew Aang too well—he was internalizing everything, carrying the weight of the world on his young shoulders as if he had no other choice. And maybe, in some ways, he didn't. But that didn't mean he had to bear it alone. She wanted so badly to ease his burden, to let him know that they were all in this together. But she also knew that Aang wasn't one to easily let go of his responsibilities, no matter how much support he had.

Sokka, who had been walking just ahead with Rina, glanced back over his shoulder. He saw the way Aang sagged in Katara's arms, the exhaustion in his friend's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. It wasn't fair. Every time they arrived in a new place, there was always some fresh crisis, some new battle to fight, and Aang was always at the center of it.

Rina tugged on Sokka's arm, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Give him a minute," she whispered quietly, sensing the weight of the moment.

Sokka nodded and slowed his pace, letting Katara and Aang catch up. As they walked, he couldn't help but think of how unfair this all was. They were supposed to be helping people, but instead, it felt like they were always just arriving in time for the next disaster.

When Katara finally released Aang from the hug, she gave him a soft, encouraging smile. "We'll start looking for Bumi as soon as we can. We're going to figure this out."

Aang nodded, but his gaze remained distant. He gave Katara a grateful smile, though it was small and tinged with fatigue. "Thanks, Katara," he said, his voice still quiet, as if the fight had gone out of him for the moment. "I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

"We're a team, Aang," Sokka said, stepping in and giving him a light slap on the back, hoping to bring some levity to the situation. "And besides, Bumi's probably just hiding out, playing one of his weird games. He'll show up soon enough."

Rina nodded, her arms crossed as she tried to lighten the mood. "If Bumi's anything like what you've described, I wouldn't be surprised if he's already got some crazy plan in motion."

Aang gave them both a faint smile, but the weight of the situation still clung to him. He appreciated their attempts to lift his spirits, but the uncertainty gnawed at him. The thought of Bumi, alone somewhere, possibly in danger, tugged at his heart. The memories of their childhood together seemed so distant now, but they were still strong, and Aang couldn't shake the feeling that Bumi was in trouble.

As they continued down the corridor, heading toward the tunnels that the advisors had mentioned, the tension lingered in the air. Aang's shoulders remained tense, his thoughts swirling with worry, but Katara stayed close to his side, her quiet presence a reminder that he wasn't alone.

They had to find Bumi. They just had to.

The search for Bumi led Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Rina deeper into the bowels of Omashu. After speaking with the city's advisors and learning of Bumi's disappearance, they had quickly made their way to the underground tunnels. These tunnels, whispered to be filled with danger, were rumored to be where Bumi and some other kids had been playing before he vanished. The narrow passageways were a labyrinth of stone, winding unpredictably and cloaked in shadow.

"Are we sure this is the right place?" Rina asked, her voice echoing softly in the tunnel. She glanced uneasily at the crumbling stone walls and the damp air that made the passages feel smaller and more oppressive.

"It fits Bumi's style," Aang replied, his voice strained. He was trying to remain calm, but the worry in his tone was unmistakable. Bumi was his oldest friend, the one constant reminder of a life before the war, before everything had changed. The thought of him being trapped—or worse—gnawed at him.

Katara, sensing Aang's growing tension, brushed her hand against his arm, offering silent support. "I bet he's around here, Aang. Bumi's clever. If anyone knows how to get around these tunnels, it's him."

They pressed on, the air growing cooler as the tunnels sloped downward. After what felt like hours of wandering through the dim, torch-lit passages, they encountered a small group of children huddled near a bend in the tunnel. The kids, wide-eyed and dirty, had clearly been playing down here for some time, likely unaware of the danger looming over Omashu.

"Hey," Sokka called out, stepping forward, "have any of you seen Bumi?"

One of the boys, his face smudged with dirt and his clothes torn from crawling through narrow gaps in the rock, nodded vigorously. "Yeah, we saw him! He was near the old entrance to the ancient earthbending training grounds. It's, like, super far from here, but Bumi said he wanted to explore it."

Katara exchanged a concerned look with Aang. "The earthbending training grounds?" she asked. "Aren't those supposed to be dangerous?"

The boy nodded again, his expression serious. "Yeah, but Bumi didn't care. He thought it'd be fun to see if any of the old traps still worked."

"That sounds like Bumi," Aang muttered under his breath, his worry intensifying. The training grounds were ancient, a place long abandoned by Omashu's earthbenders due to the crumbling infrastructure and unpredictable nature of the old traps. The idea of his friend, as capable as he was, wandering through such a dangerous place filled Aang with dread.

"Can you show us the way?" Rina asked, stepping forward. She had been relatively quiet during the encounter with the children, but her presence now was assertive, and the kids seemed to take her seriously.

The boy shook his head. "We can't go that far. Our parents told us not to go past the tunnels. But it's just down that way." He pointed to a narrow, dimly lit passage that sloped sharply downwards. "You'll know it when you see it. There's a big statue of an earthbender outside the entrance."

"Great," Sokka muttered under his breath. "More dangerous places. Just what we need."

Aang's gaze followed the boy's outstretched hand toward the dark tunnel. His stomach twisted into knots. "Thanks for the help," he said, his voice tight. Without another word, he began to lead the group toward the training grounds.

As they moved deeper into the tunnel system, the passageways became narrower, the air thicker with the scent of damp stone and earth. The silence between them grew heavy, punctuated only by the occasional drip of water and the scuff of their footsteps on the uneven ground. Aang walked ahead, his mind racing with thoughts of Bumi—his adventurous spirit, his refusal to ever back down from a challenge, and how that very nature could now be putting him in danger.

"Aang, slow down a little," Katara called gently, her eyes following the tension in Aang's shoulders. "We'll get there. Bumi's going to be okay."

Aang paused for a moment, exhaling a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "I know. It's just… I've never had a dream like that before, Katara. It wasn't just some random nightmare. It felt… real." His voice was low, almost vulnerable, and his eyes darted toward her, filled with worry.

Katara moved closer to him, offering a small, reassuring smile. "Bumi's strong, Aang. And by the way you've described him it sounds like he's always been strong. And resourceful. You know him better than anyone—he wouldn't just get caught off guard."

Aang nodded, but the weight of uncertainty still pressed down on him. As they continued, the air around them grew heavier, the tunnels narrowing further until they finally reached a large, cavernous opening. The entrance to the ancient earthbending training grounds loomed ahead, marked by a towering statue of a fierce-looking earthbender carved from stone. The figure stood with arms raised, as though guarding the entrance to the dangerous labyrinth beyond.

"There it is," Rina whispered, her eyes scanning the imposing figure. The unease in her voice was apparent, but she pressed on, stepping closer to the entrance with the rest of the group.

Sokka whistled low. "I don't like the look of this place. Feels like we're walking into some kind of giant death trap."

"We might be," Aang said grimly. "But we have no choice."

The tunnel beyond the statue was darker, with only faint, natural light filtering in through cracks in the ceiling far above. The ground beneath their feet became more uneven, with rocks jutting out at awkward angles, forcing them to tread carefully.

As they ventured further into the training grounds, the tension in the group was palpable. Aang's anxiety was growing with every step, but he did his best to keep his emotions in check. Bumi had always been the wild one, the unpredictable genius who never did what anyone expected. But this—this was dangerous even for him.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them shifted, and Rina stumbled, catching herself just in time. She glanced back, her eyes wide, but there was a determined look in them. "These tunnels are unstable. We need to be careful."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Sokka muttered, eyeing the jagged rocks around them. "How does Bumi manage to pick the most dangerous places to explore?"

Katara glanced at Aang, who was leading the group. His pace had slowed, and his worry was clear in the way his eyes darted around the tunnels, scanning for any sign of his friend. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "We're getting close, Aang. I can feel it."

Rina, surprisingly steady despite the treacherous ground, was proving herself useful in navigating the rough terrain. She had a quiet confidence as she pointed out loose rocks and hidden pitfalls. "We've come this far. Bumi's probably just a little further ahead. He wouldn't go too deep in if he didn't know a way out."

Her words brought a slight sense of relief to the group, and for a moment, Aang felt his worry ease. He glanced over at Rina, appreciation evident in his eyes. She wasn't just new to their group—she was becoming part of it. The camaraderie was growing, and Aang could sense that they were forming a bond, even in the midst of this crisis.

As they pressed on, deeper into the earthbending training grounds, the narrow tunnel opened up into a wider chamber, and the distant sound of something moving—rock against rock—echoed through the space.

Aang froze, his heart racing. "Did you hear that?"

Sokka nodded, his hand instinctively reaching for his boomerang. "Yeah. We're not alone down here."

Aang's eyes scanned the darkness ahead, and his worry spiked again. But beneath it all, a flicker of hope stirred. Maybe, just maybe, they were getting closer to finding Bumi.

The sound of shifting stone echoed through the cavern again, louder this time. Aang froze, his breath catching in his throat. Katara, Sokka, and Rina immediately tensed, their eyes darting toward the source of the noise.

"We're not alone," Aang confirmed, his grip tightening on his staff. The group moved silently, hugging the walls of the wide chamber as they crept forward.

As they rounded a corner, the flicker of torchlight caught their eyes. Eight figures clad in black and red uniforms—the unmistakable garb of Fire Nation soldiers—were crouched in the tunnel, studying the walls and marking something on a large map spread across the floor. Their hushed voices carried over to the group, murmuring about weak points, access routes, and battle strategies.

Sokka's jaw tightened. "Spies," he muttered, already reaching for his boomerang.

Aang nodded grimly. "We have to stop them before they finish whatever they're doing."

Before anyone could react, one of the Fire Nation soldiers turned toward them. His eyes widened in alarm as he spotted the group, but Aang was faster. With a swift motion, he sent a gust of wind toward the soldier, knocking him off his feet and sending the others scrambling to their feet, weapons drawn.

"Get them!" the lead spy shouted.

The chamber erupted into chaos.

Katara surged forward, water bending from her pouch and sending a powerful whip toward one of the spies. The water wrapped around his ankles, yanking him off balance and sending him crashing into the hard stone floor. Rina darted to the side, using the natural terrain to her advantage, flipping over a low-hanging ledge and landing a solid kick to another soldier's side.

Sokka hurled his boomerang, striking a Fire Nation spy in the helmet before catching the weapon on its return. "There's too many of them!" he yelled, trying to keep track of the soldiers amidst the confusion.

Aang, fully in motion now, moved like the wind. His staff twirled through the air, deflecting fire blasts and sending waves of air that knocked multiple enemies off their feet. Despite his desire to avoid violence, these spies were too dangerous to leave unchecked. He had to make sure they didn't get the information they needed.

One of the spies lunged at Aang with a pair of curved daggers, but Aang sidestepped and sent him flying backward with a gust of air. Rina, seeing an opening, leapt into action, disarming one of the spies with a sharp kick and sending him sprawling onto the ground. She glanced over at Aang, flashing a quick grin. "Got your back, airhead."

Another soldier fired a blast of flame toward Katara, but she moved swiftly, conjuring a protective shield of water. With a flick of her wrist, she retaliated, freezing the water into sharp icicles and sending them crashing into the soldier's legs, knocking him down.

Within minutes, all eight Fire Nation spies were on the ground, unconscious or incapacitated. The tunnel was silent again, save for the heavy breathing of Aang and his friends.

Sokka knelt down beside one of the fallen soldiers and began rifling through his belongings. "There's gotta be something here," he muttered, his eyes scanning for anything useful.

After a moment, his hand closed around a small, folded piece of parchment. His eyes widened as he read the elegant, precise handwriting.

"It's a letter," he said, standing up and holding it out for the others to see. "Written by Prince Azulon himself."

Aang's brow furrowed as he took the letter from Sokka, reading it aloud:

"To my loyal spies,
The tunnels beneath Omashu hold the key to its downfall. Your task is simple: map out all possible entrances and exits. Find the weakest points, and we will use them to stage a surprise attack from below. The city's defenses will be focused above, but we will strike where they least expect it."

A heavy silence followed Aang's words, the gravity of the situation settling over the group.

Sokka crossed his arms. "They're planning to use the tunnels to sneak into the city. If we don't warn the advisors, Omashu's finished."

Rina nodded. "We need to get back to the surface, tell them everything."

But Aang hesitated. His eyes darted to the darkened tunnels beyond, where Bumi could be—trapped, hurt, or worse. "We can't just leave," he said, his voice strained. "We're so close. Bumi's down here somewhere."

Sokka shot him an incredulous look. "Aang, we don't have time! If we don't warn them now, the Fire Nation will overrun the city!"

Aang's fists clenched at his sides. "Bumi could be in danger too! We can't just leave him behind!"

Sokka groaned in frustration, his patience fraying. "Aang, I get that Bumi's your friend, but the whole city is at risk! You're being—"

"I'm not abandoning him!" Aang cut in, his voice rising. The usually calm airbender was clearly on edge, the strain of the situation pulling him in two directions.

Rina stepped forward, her voice more measured. "Look, I understand where you're coming from, Aang. But we need to think about the bigger picture. If Omashu falls, it won't matter if we find Bumi."

Aang turned on her, his eyes pleading. "You don't understand. Bumi is resourceful, but these tunnels are dangerous. He might not have time either. I can't lose him."

Katara stood frozen, her heart torn between the two sides. She glanced between her brother and Aang, both of whom were staring each other down, tension thickening the air. "Aang…" she began, but the words caught in her throat. She didn't know what to say. Part of her agreed with Sokka—Omashu's safety was crucial. But another part of her saw the anguish in Aang's eyes. How could she ask him to abandon his best friend?

Sokka's patience snapped. He slammed his fist against the tunnel wall. "You're acting selfish, Aang! This is bigger than just you and Bumi—"

Suddenly, the stone Sokka hit shifted, dislodging from the wall. A low rumble filled the tunnel as the large boulder lifted into the air, held in suspense directly over their heads.

Everyone froze.

A deep, raspy voice echoed through the chamber. "Take one more step, and that rock will fall. That'll be the end of you."

The group stood paralyzed, eyes wide as they searched for the source of the voice.

Aang's heart pounded in his chest, his breath shallow. Slowly, he turned toward the direction of the voice, his body tense. He narrowed his eyes, scanning the shadows. The voice—it was familiar.

"Bumi?" Aang called out cautiously, hope and disbelief mingling in his voice.