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"More juice Kya?" Zuko offered the young woman. She looked up in surprise. She was combing Ursa's hair. The other woman was sitting cross legged on a small pillow and staring out the window. A few dozen scrolls scattered around Ursa's knees. Mostly they contained information about Iroh, where he might be, a few rumors about where he was currently spotted, and details about some new terrorists group that had risen up in the Earth Kingdom's interior. The Fire Nation march had turned into a crawl.
It was almost as if the terrorists knew all of the army's movements.
"Uh…Yes. Thank you." Kya said in surprise. She held up her small cup. Zuko carefully stuck his tongue out and filled it all the way to the brim. His hands were steady, but the boy did not have a lot of practice with pouring drinks for anyone. A few droplets began to dribble out over her fingers. Kya pulled the cup away and quickly began to lick up the fresh grape juice. Her tongue darting out and around the rim. She slurped until the tangy juice went down to a manageable level.
"Thank you Master Zuko." She said with a smile. Zuko gave her a toothy grin right back. He hovered next to her watching her with expectant eyes. Kya looked back up at him as she respectfully finished the cup.
"Do you want more?" He asked, offering the jug again. Kya smiled comfortingly.
"No no. This is plenty. Thank you." Zuko still remained standing there. Shifting a little from side to side. Kya glanced towards the garden (And really did wonder if they did all of their most important things around gardens? It felt as if most of her time was spent lounging next to gorgeous gardens, that or getting her back blown out by Ozai's MASSIVE cock) Katara dodged and weaved. She would jump then toss rocks or blunted throwing knives at Azula.
The little firecracker would respond by tossing fire balls. Knocking the projectiles out of the air. The two were practicing, training, and making some good progress. Katara's water bending training was kept later and later in the evenings. But when no one was around…sometimes she and the others would train together. Two fire benders and one water bender training together. It was honestly unheard of. But the three of them seemed to be getting along in a unique way. Kya found it strangely amazing.
"Don't you want to join your sisters dear?" Ursa said pointedly. The Fire Lady picked up a scroll, an inked quill and began to write on the parchment. Zuko looked out the window and then back at Kya.
"You both will be alright?" He asked nervously.
"Yes darling. You go and play. Enjoy yourself. You don't have to be nervous about tonight." Ursa said gently. Zuko let out a sigh. He placed the jug of juice on a nearby table and turned to the garden. He went sprinting out and did a flying kick. He managed to knock Katara down, but she was up in a heartbeat. Instantly starting to take him on again. She was good at thinking on her feet. And the head strong little girl was not about to go down to some random attack like that.
Azula turned to watch the two mothers for a moment. She then turned and went sprinting off. She never seemed to do anything at half speeds. She was either completely still and at ease. Or else rushing somewhere else. That left Katara and her Zuko in the garden. The training had devolved into good natured sparring, and then into the two rolling across the grass. Laughing and chasing each other. Katara managed to clamber onto his back and hold onto his ears with a smile. He seemed to enjoy giving her a piggyback ride and didn't remark upon it. Instead he went sprinting across the grass as fast as his legs could carry him.
"More pillows Kya?" Azula had around seven stacked one on top of each other. They wavered and shook in her hands. Kya touched a fingertip or two to her lips in surprise. She hadn't even seen Azula go back inside.
"My goodness! I…Well thank you! One or two would be—" Azula plopped them down onto the ground and purposefully stuffed one under Kya's knees. She had to shift and shimmy until she was comfortably sitting on it. She smiled and rubbed Azula's head.
"Thank you Azula. That was very thoughtful of you." She smiled down lovingly at the little girl. Azula beamed, a bright glow of satisfaction dripping off of the content little child's face.
"Your brother needs a little bit more motivation. Go and really chase him." Ursa off handedly ordered her daughter. Azula frowned before standing with an overdramatic bow. Her arms flaring to the side.
"Yes your majesty." Azula said in mock deference. She then spun on her boot heel and went after Zuko. Azula crossed the grass in quick strides, catching up to the two within seconds. Katara yelped as Azula jumped onto her back.
"You're too heavy! I can't—" Zuko yelped himself as the trio crashed to the ground. Katara moaned, a Fire Nation sibling sandwich was too much for her. She felt like jelly in a bun. She grunted and squirmed. Then she burst out laughing. The others joining in within a minute.
"They are rather adorable aren't they? It is so nice when my children get along like that." Ursa mused to herself. She glanced over her shoulder at Kya. Who was sipping her juice quietly.
"You do know why they are acting like that around you right?" Kya blushed and felt her heartbeat flutter.
"I can guess." She sipped her drink and then absentmindedly touched her belly. Ursa scooted around, awkwardly, she didn't sit on her knees and scoot all that often. She placed a long manicured finger against Kya's belly. The silk like skin dimpled at the touch. Kya looked downwards. The finger was pointing right at her womb. It was far from subtle.
"They are being nice to you because of that. Because of what you are growing for us. For what you are growing for the Fire Nation."
"For the Fire Nation?" Kya asked with a little playful smirk. "And here I thought that the Fire Nation was only interested in vast conquering."
Ursa let out a tiny musical giggle. Like wind chimes in a mine shaft. It echoed and made Kya shiver. Slightly in fear, slightly in delight. She didn't know why…But something about Ursa. It just turned her on. The dominance, the power, the big tits, the full lips. Maybe Kya had been in the Fire Nation for too long. But there was just something so intoxicating about Ursa sometimes.
"Small victories lead to big victories. And placing our authority over your womb is just another tiny victory. Never forget this Kya, the kids are being nice to you because you belong to them. They are being soft to you because that is what you need right now. You do not belong to yourself anymore. You are MY property. That womb is MY property. And all that reside inside of it. That is all you are to us now. A chunk of beautiful beautiful property." Ursa leaned forward and gave Kya a kiss. Full on the lips.
The blush on their faces were so hot you could fry an egg on them. Their fingers weaved together. Kya let out a surprised little squeak and then hummed into the kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed. Property…..Such a vulgar Fire Nation word….And yet….she strangely enough found herself loving it.
"Mother is kissing her." Azula whispered into Zuko's ear. The three kids were trying to appear inconspicuous behind a nearby Summer berry bush. The small green fruits were not edible, but smelt of fine spices, like ginger and nutmeg.
"They look happy together." Zuko whispered right back. Katara was squatting between the two of them. Eyes wide, head reeling, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Trying to make sense of the emotions exploding inside of her.
"Does that make us related to Katara now?" Zuko asked his little sister in confusion. He felt his heart and head beat and ache with that realization. Katara let out a little squeak of her own. Now her emotions were even more muddled together. And still the trio watched the two women.
The massive throne room was cold. Even with the giant fires crackling behind the throne. You could see your breath. The stone walls were deep and dark, there were ribbons of gold shot through the marble and black volcanic stone. The pillars disappeared into the darkness above. It was a insubstantial place, a place of fire and shadow and cold. The royal family sat in a respectful row in front of Fire Lord Azulon's throne. There was still a massive divide between the family and the old man.
The old man looked as if he had lived a hard life. His hair was bone white. His beard starting to recede. His top knot while gallant lacked the same pomp and circumstance it held even a decade ago. His long fingers were folded over each other. His robes billowed around him. Laid across his pillow and throne the way water beaded on a platypus bears back. He was wearing the yellow and golden robes reserved for formal familial meetings.
Kya and Katara were kneeling behind Ursa, Ozai, and the children. While Ozai had a small black pillow to kneel upon, everyone else was simply on their knees. Katara shifted a little. The floor was definitely not comfortable. In fact between the shadows, the heat, and the floor that was simply way too solid…She felt ill, and ill at ease. She wanted to go back into the garden. Plus there were a few dozen little chores that she was tasked to take care of before the day was done.
This entire excursion was going to put her behind schedule. And if she fell behind, that meant that Azula and Zuko fell behind. And those two couldn't fall behind! Way too much was riding on them. Katara was taken out of her musings by the sharp spark of flame that ran behind the Fire Lord. It was almost as if he was willing the fire to dance at his discretion.
"Azula. You first." The old man intoned. His voice was deep and rich. It sounded like a bell at the bottom of a pit. Unmissable. Unstoppable. Deep. Cold. And old.
Azula stood up sharply. Her hands by her side. She sprinted into the middle of the floor. The black floor was slick to the touch. The heat from the flames did not touch here. Azula took a deep breath. Her hands came to her core. And then she began her demonstration.
Her movements were fluid. Her joints perfectly positioned. Her stance was flawless. Katara's eyes widened in amazement. She could almost see the flames being created within Azula, boiling in her belly, jumping from her core, and finally exploding out of her fingertips. The movements were all clearly from scrolls and books and fine teachers.
Azula's natural movements almost made her resemble a flame. She flickered here, there, everywhere. The throne room lit up with her fire. The fire glowed red, orange, yellow, then finally into a satisfying bright blue. Azula's eyes were set, her breath even. And she landed the final move perfectly. The fourteen fire bending master moves. The last ending with a perfect split. Then a stance, and finally a formal bow to her grandfather.
Fire Lord Azulon's face remained in shadow. He did not flinch. He did not smile. He could have been carved from marble. But finally, like a great ancient turtle sloth, he nodded. That nod sent a shiver through Azula. She stood up all the straighter. Her shoulders back proudly.
"Excellent work. Your genius is truly unbounded. You bring pride to the Fire Nation. And you bring pride to me." Fire Lord Azulon intoned slowly and carefully. Azula nodded and quickly backed up. She kneeled beside her brother. The two exchanged a glance.
Zuko's jaw set. His eyes narrowed.
"Boy. It is your turn." Fire Lord Azulon said with the gravity of an executioner. Zuko stood up. His hands were shaking. He marched into the middle of the room. Katara sat up a little straighter, trying to see around Azula's top knot. She was interested to see Zuko's demonstration. The little boy had been training with his father off and on for the last few months.
Katara had heard whispers in the palace. She would have to be deaf not to hear them. About how Lord Ozai was a fire bending prodigy. How he was driven to perfect himself. How while Iroh had a natural affinity for fire (If a little old fashioned way of thinking on it) Ozai's fighting had been gained by hard work, sacrifice, and a natural affinity towards heat.
And now he had been training Zuko. Ever since the incident with Mai….Katara was looking forward to seeing how much her little master had grown.
Zuko took a shuddering breath. His hands came up. And then he launched himself into the moves. It was readily apparent that he was competent. Not breathtaking, but competent. Not extraordinary, there was no drive, no focus, he was off balance. His movements and poses lacked the finesse and confidence that Azula so obviously took for granted.
His back bowed just a little too stiffly. His arms were just a little too loose. His mastery of the more complicated manners of posing was lacking. Some of the moves came in the wrong order. And a lot of the foot work was just plain wrong. He sometimes paused to reposition himself. As if he was off balance. As if he was compensating for a lack of something.
'His sword. He doesn't have anything to weigh his hands down with.' Katara finally realized. He was moving his hands too rapidly. Almost as if they were little birds on strings. And he just couldn't keep up with them.
The crowning moment. The moment that he might have been able to bring it all together. The grand finale came. And he flopped. His move was terrible. And then he stumbled and fell right onto his face.
He pushed himself onto his knuckles and knees and stared upwards at his grandfather. His wide eyes were helpless. His mouth slightly ajar.
"Enough." Fire Lord Azulon said sharply. He glared down at the boy. For a fire bender the pure cold that blew off of the old man was greater then any glacier. Azulon turned his gaze to his own son and let out a disgusted snort.
"This is the progress that you promised me? This is the insult that you bring before me? I've seen halfwits and cripples who could do more then him. You said you were to do all of his training yourself. That you would be as harsh to him as I was to you and your brother. And this is the final product?" Ozai kept his head down, his lips pressed closed. His hands balled into fists. Little sparks were dying in his palms.
"You. Boy." Azulon turned his disgust back to Zuko. Zuko stared back up, looking very small and very alone.
"Grandfather I didn't—"
"I am your Fire Lord. Address me as such."
"Fi-Fire Lord Azulon. Please I didn't—"
"You do not have the right to speak. I have seen better fire bending from women born from the Earth Kingdoms. Pathetic. You lack the flame. You lack the drive. You lack the discipline. To call you my blood." He snorted again in disgust. "Compared to the mastery of your sister your grasp on the very basics is lacking. Your sister was obviously born lucky, you however were lucky to be born."
Zuko lowered his head. His heart was beating out of his chest, and his sorrow was crashing from his shoulder blades. Ozai's eyebrows were crunched together in humiliation and fury.
"How dare you!" Katara shouted. She got to her feet with a jump. The throne room was silent from shock. For a moment no one seemed to realize who had spoken.
And then Katara marched furiously past a gob smacked Ursa and Azula. Katara's fists were balled up, fingernails biting into her palms. Her brow was furrowed, her jaw set, her nostrils flared in fury.
"Katara." Zuko said reaching up to grab her wrist. She still marched forward. She went until her right foot was on the first step to the royal throne. Azulon blinked down at her curiously. Almost as if she was a live vile venomous rattle snake rabbit he had just found in his soup bowl. He was more surprised then furious, as if he was still trying to make up his mind on how he should react.
Katara pointed back at Zuko with a stabbing finger.
"How DARE you say those things to him! You're his grandfather! And that's how you talk to him? That's terrible! You're being just…Terrible! He worked hard to impress you! They both did, all day they spend training and practicing and working on their bending! And the only thing you can do is criticize them both? What have you don't that's so impressive? All you do is sit on that big fancy chair and bark orders at people! They've been working hard to impress you and all you can do is say those horrible things? What gives you the right?" Katara finished her speech, more of a declaration really, a shout of disgust one might say. She glared up at the old man, fists by her side, chest heaving. Azulon blinked slowly at her.
The flames behind him had lowered. Now they were just plain old fire. And the throne room felt all the emptier because of it.
"Katara-" Kya started to sprint forward. Stumbling from her knees to her feet. She scurried forward. Then something snagged her collar. Her throat caught and she gagged. Her forehead was slammed into the floor hard. Kya let out a groan and rolled her aching head. Staring up wide eyed and wild at the one who caught her.
Ursa's arm was trembling. Because her whole body was trembling. Kya felt a dribble of blood from Ursa's cut palm. The Fire Nation royal had cut herself grabbing a hold of the collar so fast. Kya's wide eyes took in every aspect of Ursa in a moment.
Ursa's tight lips, her terrified eyes, her trembling chin. Her stiff shoulders quivering, her heaving chest. Ursa was straining to keep Kya down and in place. Every muscle and fiber in Ursa's body screaming to keep Kya's head to the floor. Kya gulped in terror herself now.
Ursa wasn't scared. Ursa wasn't terrified. She was so much more then those two things. She had a level of horror that Kya had never seen before. Kya turned to stare at Katara. Who was still glaring at Azulon. Zuko had scurried up beside her. His hand rested on Katara's shoulder.
"Katara. You've got to apologize. Now" He said nervously, yanking at her shoulder nervously.
"No." She said, eyes steadying.
"No?" Azulon repeated her.
"No. You are a terrible, awful, cruel….mean old man." She said with a steady glare back up at him. Azulon stood up. His height was not belittled by his stooping shoulders. Or from his overly long sleeves. He faced Zuko, his golden eyes stabbing into the little boy.
"This pet is yours?"
"Y-yes Fire Lord Azulon."
"You did not train her very well." Azulon said purposefully. He waved his hand at Zuko, dismissing the little boy. Zuko glanced at Katara one last time and then walked back to kneel beside Azula. Only when Zuko was seated, did Azulon turned his belittlement back towards Katara.
"Kneel." He ordered.
"No." Katara responded. She was not going to back down from this one. Ursa bit her lips in terror. Chewing on them until they bled.
Azulon frowned at this simple word.
"You will not follow orders?"
"I won't follow your orders."
"Send up her mother." Azulon said with a bored authority. Ursa's fingers strained, tightened, and then loosened their hold. Ursa's knuckles were white with the strain. Kya sprinted forward, her forehead a red bruised mess. She came to a skidding half and instantly bowed. Her forehead back to the marble. Her hands folded meekly in front of her. Her chest heaving.
"My Fire Lord! Please excuse my daughter she—"
"Silence." Kya shut up.
"Stand." Kya stood obediently. Hands still folded over her stomach.
"Stand on one leg." Kya did so immediately. Katara watched her mother with a funny look on her face.
"Hop." Azulon ordered. Kya complied.
"Beg." Kya got onto her knees, and clasped her hands together.
"No. Like a pet." Kya bent her wrists. Her eyes widened, and she whined. She whined like an otter dog pup, she whined like a baby who had lost it's mother. She whined with as much fear and passion as she could put into it. Her mouth parted and her body shook. She even shimmied a little from side to side.
"Bark." He ordered.
"Raf! Raf! Raf!" Kya let out the high pitched squeaks of a small obedient pet. Her tongue lolled out and she panted. Her barking continued some more.
"Bark on all fours while wagging like a dog." Kya instantly moved until she was on all fours. Her ass in the air. And wagged it like a tail. She barked louder this time. With more air to it. Putting her entire lung sacks into the bark. Her fingers scrambled on the marble. Her eyes were wide and her tongue rolled from her mouth.
"Good girl. Silence." Kya was silent again. Kneeling respectfully at the base of the throne. She did not look at Katara. But Katara looked at her.
"Your mother followed her instructions perfectly. But you do not. Unusual." Azulon said, as if he was musing to himself. He then gestured back to Katara then to Kya, then to the ground.
"Bark. Just like her. Bark and all will be forgotten." Katara screwed up her eyes again. Humiliation firmly in her chest. She ground her teeth together. Her pride throbbing in every inch of her.
"No." Katara said firmly. Azulon did not frown. That would imply he had been making any other face besides bored indifference the entire time. He clapped his hands.
Sixteen men in fire bending military uniforms with her white death head masks stepped out of the shadows. He gestured at Katara with a wave of his hands.
"My family has been too soft on this one. Her domestication will be at my hands now. Her punishment for disobeying her owner will be one year of separation from her mother and the rest of my family. She will lose all of her privileges and standing. She will be placed in the general serving population. At a level below rag girl. So it is spoken. So it is done."
The faceless soldiers moved forward with the well oiled discipline of navy men. They surrounded Katara in a moment. It took two of them to pick her up. Katara's eyes widened as the words caught up to her.
"No! No! Let me go! Mama! Mama!" Katara screamed out pitifully. Her voice cracking in terror. One of the men whipped her smartly across the mouth, cutting her lip and rattling her head. Still her shrill screaming only increased.
"MAMA!" Katara yelled out. Zuko shot to his feet. Azula was beside him and grabbed his shoulders. Nearly flinging herself in front of the young boy. Her eyes were as wide as his. But her basic self preservation meant that she wasn't going to do something she regretted.
Katara was being held up by five men now. They half dragged half carried her kicking and screaming from the room. Her yells for help now included Zuko, Azula, Ursa, even her Gran Gran and Daddy all the way in the South Pole.
Terror, pain and desperation was making her lose control. She last saw Kya as she was carried around a pillar and into a hallway. The torches flickered and then they were gone.
Kya remained where she was kneeling. Her eyes wide, uncomprehending. And then reality caught up to her. Her sobs racked out of her. A powerful shuddering terrible sound. Her tears dripped down full and salty. She slapped her face to her hands and let out more heart wrenching sobs.
"Kya. To me now. My children need you." Ursa ordered. Her own voice cracking. Kya stood up slowly. Her body moving on it's own. In fact…when he first told her to sit, to kneel, to bark….It all felt like her body was moving on it's own….
Kya sat down beside Azula and Zuko. Azula reached out and took one of Kya's hands. Squeezing it tightly. Not caring if her grandfather saw.
Ozai watched the proceedings quietly. A bit of an indifferent bored expression was on his face. He turned towards his father with a smarmy smile on.
"Now that we have finished with all of that….My Fire Lord if I could have but a moment of your time in private to discuss a few matters of utmost—"
"Out. All of you. You as well Ozai. And I expect that boy of yours to not embarrass the family and myself ever again." Azulon said purposefully. Ozai blinked, then his eyes hardened in anger. But still he bowed respectfully to his father and he lead the exit. Ursa was next. Then finally Azula and Zuko. Zuko reached out and took his sister's hand. He gave it a little squeeze. She squeezed right back.
The hallway Katara was in was old, and cold, and there were no beautiful designs on the walls. The spartan attitude seemed all the more stark compared to where she had been only hours before.
She scratched at her leg. Her beautiful serving outfits had been torn and stripped from her. Replaced with an ill fitting potato sack. They must have found the most uncomfortable one for her. Because she felt like it was peeling away at her very skin. It also didn't fit too well. It was too baggy. Too open near her knees.
She stood up and felt her neck crink forward. Her collar was the same, but they had put a thick heavy chain on it. She wrapped the chain carefully in her arms. It reached all the way to her knees. And it was as thick as her mother's wrists. It also stunk of the ocean, they must have gone out of their way to get something from the bay.
Katara looked down the hallway. One way lead to a small set of kitchens. The other lead to the royal dining room. Katara wandered slowly down towards the kitchens. The smell of food comforted her a little. Her tummy grumbled. Her bare feet swished swished swished along the cold stone floor.
She reached the kitchen and stuck her head around the corner. The moonlight coming through the skylight gave Katara a bit of joy. Then the familiar old crone walking around the kitchen brought a smile to her face.
"Hama!" Katara said. She waddled forward, the chain was difficult to carry. She would need to find a sack or something to carry it in. Hama gazed at Katara with a sad look of contempt bringing the little girl short. Katara's chin trembled. She wanted to embrace the older woman. But Hama's look, her stance….It was begging the little girl not to get close. Almost as if Katara was poisoned, or taboo, or something dangerous.
"Hama….My mom—"
"Is with her owners." Hama said curtly. She quickly finished preparing her tray and marched past Katara. Katara walked after her, like a lost puppy looking for a warm place to lay down.
"Hama….Please…I'm so…It's so…"
"Get some sleep. Tomorrow will be worse." Hama said curtly. Katara stumbled on her chain. She looked up after the old woman in confusion.
"W-Where?"
"There is fine. There are no beds for one at your station." Katara let out a little whine. Then she scooted against the side of the hallway. The stones were cold there. She curled up, fingers yanking nervously at her collar. The floor was cold and hard. She didn't sleep a wink.
The young man ran through the woods. His wooden hat pushed back. He jumped over a fallen log. A trio of arrows slammed into the wood right behind him. The archers were sprinting after him. Not bothering to slow before they reloaded.
The escaped cadet dove through some underbrush. A sharp arrow bit through the meat on his shoulder. He ground his teeth and pressed on. The grand barracks behind him stood out in massive firey relief. Someone had thrown bombs at the weak points, they had destroyed the bridges, burst open the armory. And he had chosen that moment to make his escape. He had hoped that everyone would be too busy to worry about one missing boy, bow and a handful of arrows. But clearly they were not.
He slid in the mud, his battle fatigures ripping and tearing. He turned on his heel, took careful aim and managed to kill one of the Yuyan archers. He did not give himself a moment to smile. Instead he turned and went back to running.
The two stealthy assassins let loose another volley. He turned, ducked, dodged, dove, and still took two arrows to the back. The only thing saving him was distance and the tight knit of his battle fatigues.
He slid with a scowl through the underbrush. The sounds of yelling still echoed far behind him. But he could taste it, freedom, joy, the real life. Life free from Fire Nation tyranny. The young cadet was almost free of it all. He got back up to his feet and sprinted harder. Even just a few additional seconds of freedom. That was all he needed.
A small hand reached out from behind a tree and pulled him behind it and down. The run away landed heavily on his shoulder. A little boy with a ratty appearance slapped a silencing hand down.
The two sat as the Yuyan archers ran past. Then paused, their quarry gone. The two expert trackers knelt to study the terrain. A whistle came from behind, they both turned and released a volley of arrows into the underbrush.
Which distracted them long enough for the ground to open up. They both jumped in surprise, only for a burst of flame to hit one. And a spear to take out the other. The two dead men fell back into the cracked earth. Which promptly closed above them.
"What have you got Smeller Bee?" A voice said from the darkness. A little messy haired boy walked out from the dark dark woods. He held a spear in one hand, a sword strapped to his waist.
"It looks like a Yuyan cadet." The little boy, Smeller Bee, said.
"What's that expression? If you want a good archer, start with his grandfather?" Someone grumbled from beside them. A little girl was crawling out of the ground. Her outfit was brown leather and green fatigues. Her eyes were dull and blind and her black hair was like a birds nest.
"I guess they must be forcibly recruiting from the Earth Kingdom's now." Jet said with a frown. He shook his head. The Fire Nation couldn't leave well enough alone. "By the way good timing with the earth bending Boar Bandit. But you've got to tell us when you're doing that. I thought you were going to fling rocks at them."
"Hey improvisation works. You got to keep up with me. And if we're really going to recruit him, he has to prove he can keep up with us." The Blind Boar said from where she squatted. Her hands were flat against the ground, next to her bare feet. Almost as if she was keeping track of something. Her head would cock to the sides now and again. As if she were listening.
"It's a bit of a longshot….But you know how to use that thing?" The spear carrier asked.
The runaway took out his bow, winced, drew an arrow. And shot an arrow at the hidden old man. The one who had permitted these children to walk forward first. The arrow thunked into a tree and quivered for a few moments. An impressive feat since the trunk had been so far away and the boy so hurt.
"He has a good eye." Iroh said as he stepped into the clearing. He carried himself with regal dignity. Even with twigs in his beard, and bugs crawling across his head, the old mans stance and comfort betrayed his royal heritage.
"Can we keep him Prince? Can we?" Toph asked from where she squatted. Her fingers digging into the dirt. Iroh grinned and held out his hand.
"That depends on what Longshot wants. What say you child? Would you like to kick the Fire Nation out of your home?" Longshot stared at the old man in confusion then at the grinning little boy beside him.
"Code names. It keeps us connected. What do you say Longshot? Want in?" He thought about it for one second. Then nodded.
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