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"Hanuel? Hanuel, what is it? What's wrong?"
A crinkle of paper, a rush of air, and Hanuel crunched the letter in his hands as he bowed his head over it. "Terrible news, Xiu," he answered. "The Avatar, he has disappeared. Those foolish elders! They should have waited until the boy was of age, not four years prior!"
Clad in dark red robes, long brown hair brought up partially in the topknot customary of her people, Xiu strode forward on the grassy slope to stand beside the tall monk and placed a slender hand on his shoulder. "What does this mean for you?" she asked, voice tight.
"They are calling me to join the search. The boy left from the Southern Air Temple, and those able-bodied Airbenders from the South and East are being sent to look for him. The North and West will search up there, but since the monks know I am in the Fire Nation I am to look to the south."
"And…if you don't find him?"
Hanuel's expression was drawn and tight. "Then I fear the outcome, for both him and the world. We will search a month, then I am to go to the Southern Temple to report. Xiu…" His features softened, and he brushed the tears from her eyes with callused thumbs. "I am afraid," he confessed.
Xiu wrapped her arms around him. "Surely you'll return?"
"I would take you away with me if I thought you would be safe. I do not think that— The Fire Navy has had suspicious movements of late, and you know the words being spread through the nation of 'sharing the light.' They would kill you with me."
"Don't say that! You can't die!"
He bowed his head to meet hers, touching their foreheads together. "I fear I will," he whispered to her. "It is a feeling that I have. If I do survive, I will return to you, I swear. But if not— I leave my heart here with you, forever in your hands."
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Water and earth, fire, air—together these elements give life to the world, and separately we wield their power.
My mother and her mother used to tell me stories about the old days…a time of peace, when the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked.
Only the Avatar could wield and master all four elements, and only he could stop the ruthless Firebenders. But when the world needed him most, he disappeared, leaving the world to fall beneath the flames of oppression. A hundred years have passed, and the Fire Nation is nearing victory in the war. I am of that nation, and I wish with all my heart that I wasn't. I see no glory in the war, and my mother's lessons have taught me the truth of its evil. I would go far away from here if I could, and help those that my people have hurt so badly—even if I had to die at my father's hand.
Some people believe that the Avatar was never reborn into the Air Nomads, and that the cycle is broken. I know in my heart that this is a lie. We, my mother and I, haven't lost hope. We still believe that, somehow, with help from the spirits, he is preserved—and that he will return to save the world. It is, my mother says, only a matter of time.
