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"It's plausible, yknow," Y/N piped.

"What? That he's the Avatar?" Katara scoffed, "Y/N please think about this. The Avatar must be at least 100 years old by now." She paused briefly before pointing at Aang, who was out of ear range. "That kid is barely a teenager, let alone a century-old Avatar."

"But c'mooon," Y/N continued, "think about it. We found him stuck in an iceberg that emerged from the bottom of the ocean. He was likely trapped inside it for a century! And that's why no one has seen him in a hundred years," she whispered excitedly to her friend.

Katara stared at her in disbelief. "Y/N, seriously?" she paused briefly, staring into Y/N's eyes, hoping she would change her assumption.

"Ok, fine." Katara sighed, "I say we ask Aang about the Avatar to see if he knows anything," Katara countered.

Before she could give Y/N a chance to answer, she swiftly moved away from the firebender, closer to the front of the saddle.

"Hey Aang," she smiled, grabbing the attention of the young Airbender.

"Hey Katara." he smiled at her, " What were you and Y/N talking about?"

"I guess... we were wondering, you being an Airbender and all," she began, pausing momentarily to look back towards Y/N, who was watching her, intently, with a smug expression on her face.

"Aang, do you have any idea what happened to the Avatar?"

Y/N watched his face closely: studying Aang's behaviour; trying to decipher his body language; hoping he would give himself away: nothing.

Aang remained stoic.

Y/N frowned, focusing on Aang and ignoring his conversation with Katara. Why did he seem so unbothered by the question? Had she been wrong about him?

Was he not the Avatar?

"You might want to make your pawning over him a tad less obvious. He's like, eight years old." Sokka sneered staring at Y/N as he stretched his arms above his head, yawning.

"Wait, what?" she mumbled before realising what he had said," Oh. Sokka, no. I wasn't staring at him like that." she tried to convince the smirking boy.

"Oh, so you looking deeply in his eyes meant something else?" he rolled his eyes at her, "You wouldn't stand a chance anyway," he smirked, looking at Aang and his sister, "that boy only has eyes for Katara."

Y/N chuckled, smiling as she looked at Aang and Katara. "Yeah, that much is obvious." She sighed before continuing, " I don't like him like that y'know."

"Yeah, sure."

------

After hours of what seemed like endless travel, the four finally arrived back home. It wasn't until the next day, however, that Aang finally met the entire village.

At first, no one believed the three when they had told everyone Aang was an Airbender; which was expected. However, following Aang's display with his glider, the people began to suspect otherwise.

Later that day, Katara went away to finish her day's chores whilst Aang stayed with her to keep her company. Sokka- occupied- trained the young "men" of the village in preparation for the war; which Y/N had decided it was best to sit in on and watch.

"Now, men, it's important that you show no fear when you face a firebender," Sokka declared as he walked up and down, in front of the young boys. " In the Water Tribe, we fight till the last man's standing. For without courage... how can we call ourselves men?" he exclaimed, raising his fist victoriously in the air.

"Seriously," Y/N sighed, "they're toddlers," she spoke dryly, rolling her eyes. Sokka only stared at her in disapproval.

"Ok men," he began, stressing his words to further annoy Y/N, "Any questions?"

He stared blankly at the boys, waiting for them to speak up. But, they only looked at Sokka awkwardly... then at each other.

"Uhh, Mister Sokka, sir-" a little boy in the group spoke quietly, "I gotta go pee..."

Sokka gawked at the boys in disbelief. His face remained firm as he processed what he had just heard.

"Mister Sokka? Sir?"

Y/N tried labourously to hold in her laughter as she watched Sokka attempt to keep his frustration in check. His disappointment and complete shock were truly hilarious to her.

"Eugh... go on," Sokka grumbled, walking away from the crowd of boys as they sprinted to the toilets. He lifted his hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing in frustration.

"At this rate, we'll never defeat the Fire Lord." he groaned, sliding along the outside of an igloo and onto the ground.

"Sokka, you're being too hard on yourself," Y/N sat down beside him," and the boys too." She glanced away from the snow on the ground and looked him in the eyes, smiling reassuringly, "You need to remember to take a break sometimes."

Y/N watched closely as Sokka's cheeks quickly flushed a bright pink. She smirked cockily, her arrogance quickly overtaking her as she decided to see how far she could go.

"Besides... how are we supposed to defeat the Fire Lord without a brave warrior to save us," she chirped before giving him a cocky grin.

Her eyes moved away from his as she gazed, towards the distant figures of Aang and Katara heading their way. Y/N smirked, noticing Sokka's flustered expression. She composed herself quickly, standing up off of the floor, shaking the snow off of her trousers.

She looked up at the two friends, waving at them gleefully; which the two rapidly reciprocated.

"Katara. Aang. Over here!" she gestured her hands towards herself and Sokka, urging them to come over.

"Where've you been guys?" Y/N looked at the two benders quizzically.

"Oh yknow... just helping Katara with her chores," Aang smiled then leaned towards Y/N, whispering, "plus she promised she'd take me penguin sledding if I helped." The two giggled at what he had said, leaving the two siblings to look puzzlingly between the two.

Sokka tensed at their proximity. He was a stranger. How could she talk to him so loosely? Frankly, it was absurd.

Obnoxiously, he cleared his throat, " C'mon you two. No time for fun and laughter with a war going on." he grumbled.

"A- A war? " Aang looked between the three, perplexed, "What war?"

Y/N left out a laugh of disbelief," You're kidding, right?" she asked him mockingly, " How the hell do you not know about-"

"PENGUINS!"

Aang raced towards the distant flock of Penguins a few hundred feet away.

"Uuuh," Y/N stammered, looking at Katara and then Sokka, in confusion, "You guys... you guys heard that right?"

The two siblings nodded in shock. The three of them sharing a look of bewilderment as they began to wonder exactly how long Aang had been trapped in that iceberg.

Heavy silence overtook them as they began to replay all of their interactions with Aang. Katara soon remembered her discussion with Y/N from earlier.

"Y/N," she started, looking at her friend," I'm not agreeing with what you said earlier, but now... now I'm not denying it."

A sheepish grin formed on Y/N's lips as she stared at her best friend. "So you agree then? He might be the Ava-"

"Kataraaaa!" Aang's voice echoed through the air, grabbing the attention of the three. " You coming?" he bellowed. Startled, Katara looked at the two besides her then back at Aang.

"Yeah Aang, coming now!" she shouted back at him. " Sorry guys gotta go." she turned around to tell them before dashing off in Aang's direction.

Sokka and Y/N, however, remained standing for a couple of seconds longer, still processing what had just happened. They were quickly broken out of their daze by the roaring herd of boys running from the toilets.

A wave of "Mister Sokka" and "we're back" came flowing towards the two, reminding them of earlier events.

Sokka chuckled softly as he looked back at the boys, already sat down to continue their lesson.

"Guess I gotta go back to work," he mumbled.

Y/N smiled fondly at him and began to walk away, " Yeah. You go do that," she paused briefly, "I have some firebending moves that I need to practice."

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It had only been a couple of hours since the four of them had last seen one another. After leaving Sokka to continue training the young boys, Y/N wandered East of the village, searching for a quiet and safe space to practice her bending.

Even though she knew that the people of the village considered her like family and that they cared and cherished for her just as much as one of their own; at the back of her mind, there had always been the lingering feeling that she didn't belong.

Sure, they accepted her as a Fire Nation citizen, and they understood that that was who she was. But Y/N knew in her heart, that regardless of how hard she tried to fit into their community: she'd always be an outsider.

That is why she tried to keep her bending around them to a minimum. She was frightened that if they saw her for who she truly was, they would shun her- isolate her. After all, it wouldn't be the first time the people she loved had left her.

First, she began with breathing exercises. They were the most important part of firebending. It's what her mother would tell her anyway.

'If you can control your breathing, you have mastered your bending.'

Then her stance. She positioned her feet shoulder-width apart, placing her right foot inches ahead of her left. She continued to take deep breaths, grounding herself before she began her training.

The calm before the storm.

Swiftly, she kicked her legs into the air, punching ahead towards an invisible opponent. The fire shot out of her limbs ferociously, travelling a considerable distance in front of her.

The snow beneath her feet slowly began to melt from the heat of the flames, forcing her to sidestep back onto another heap of snow for grip. She continued this for some time; taking short breaks in between to rest.

Sharply, she drilled the routine, vigorously repeating her failed manoeuvres, obsessing over her small errors: she had to be the best. It was the only way to make her mother proud. The only way to feel connected to her.

Interrupting her training, a burning glaring light shot into the sky, shining sharply into her eyes. Y/N covered her eyes the best she could with her arm before turning around to run back to the village.

What the hell was that?

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It didn't take long for her to run back to the village. Panicked, her eyes darted in every direction, searching for someone.

Anyone.

The village was empty. No children. No adults. Not even Sokka shouting at the boys. It was empty.

Or so she thought.

It was only then that she noticed a great crowd of people gathering towards the north gate when she finally let out a relieved sigh.

"What the hell is going on?" Y/N yelled, running anxiously towards the village.

"You mean that wasn't you?" Sokka looked at her confused.

"Uh no? Why would I do that?"

"Umm, okay," he paused briefly, recollecting his thoughts, "Okay. So if it wasn't you and it definitely wasn't us: who was it?" he looked around the group, searching for answers.

Y/N swiftly joined him in the process, looking around her surroundings. Then she realised.

"Katara and Aang," she mumbled softly, looking at him.

"What?" he partly looked at her, not focusing on what she had said.

"Katara and Aang. They aren't here." her voice growing louder and tenser. The realisation had finally dawned on him; worried, he looked at her.

"So, if they aren't here... where the hell are they?" his voice finally matching the panic in hers.

Almost like clockwork, the running silhouettes of Aang and Katara appeared in the distance, catching the eyes of everyone.

"There they are!" a young boy yelled, hopping up and down before running towards Aang to hug him; the rest of the children following him, gathering around Aang.

"I knew it," Sokka spoke up, accusingly. "It was you that signalled the Fire Navy with that flare. You're leading them straight towards us."

"Aang didn't do anything, Sokka" Katara looked at her brother, placing her arm in front of Aang, almost shielding from Sokka's accusations. " It was an accident-"

"Yeah, we were on the ship and there was this booby trap. And well..." he placed his arm behind his head nervously, "we boobied right into it?"

"You what?" Y/N looked at the two in shock.

"Katara, you shouldn't have gone on that ship. Now we could all be in danger," Kanna continued.

"Don't blame Katara," Aang quickly lifted his hands up in defence of her, "I brought her there." His arms dropped to his sides as looked to the ground in disappointment, " It's my fault."

"Aha!" Sokka exclaimed, pointing angrily at Aang, "The traitor confesses."

Sokka gazed away from Aang, looking at the young children around him, "Warriors, away from the enemy."

One by one, the boys began to make their way back towards the rest of the people.

"The foreigner is banished from our village." Sokka declared, staring at Aang in rage.

"Wait what. No." Katara looked at her brother disheartened, "You can't do this."

"Watch me."

Y/N stared between the three, a panic-ridden expression on her face. She needed to deescalate the situation.

"Guys, guys cmon. There's no need for this." she tried to reason.

Y/N turned towards Sokka softly, "He didn't do it on purpose, Sokka; it was an accident. Plus it's too late to change things now. We need to start preparing in case the Fire Navy show up"

"I agree," Sokka looked at her, his eyes softening, "but he certainly won't be here," he pointed at Aang angrily. "Now, get out."

Aang remained gawking at the water tribe boy in shock, his emotions hidden under his unmoving stare. Katara, however, expressed all of hers: rage, disappointment, sorrow, shock.

"Grandma, please. Sokka can't do this." Katara hopelessly begged Kanna. The old woman only shook her head.

"Katara, you knew that going on that ship was forbidden. Sokka is right: I think it best if the Airbender leaves."

"FINE THEN. I'm banished too." Katara briskly turned, grabbing Aang's wrist and furiously walked towards Appa.

"Katara, wait, this is ridiculous," Y/N ran after her, "You would really pick a stranger over your tribe; your family?"

Katara stopped and let go of Aang's wrist. Defeated, she turned around at looked at her family.

"Katara, I don't want to come between you and your family." Aang looked at her reassuringly, "I can go."

"But-"

"It's okay. I promise." He smiled brightly at her.

Y/N looked at the two with a sorrowful glare. Annoyed, she looked away from the two and bitterly turned towards Sokka, who stood beside her.

"This is your fault," Katara's finger pointed furiously at his chest, "Screw you." She stormed away from the crowd; Y/N following her trail sorrowfully.

Then, she looked back at Aang and sighed. Swiftly, she turned around and chased after him.

If the Fire Nation was coming; they would need all the help they could get.

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Oh no. 

The water crashed into Sokka's spear -bursting- drenching him in the icy seawater, and allowing the fish inside it to escape. Sokka flinched as he felt the freezing liquid soak his clothes. 

He stopped his actions abruptly as he watched the fish he was so close to catching, swim away. Slowly, he turned his head towards the two girls, both grimacing at the sight of him.

"Why is it, that every time you play with magic water, I get soaked?"  Sokka complained as he tried to dry his clothes, flicking away the excess water on his coat. 

"It's not magic," Y/N sneered, annoyed at the boy's remark, she rolled her eyes. 

Katara nodded in agreement at the girl before continuing, "It's water bending, and its-." 

"Yeah, yeah- an ancient art, unique to our culture blah, blah blah, "Sokka interrupted. He lifted his arm to his hair, squeezing out the remainder of the water. 

"Look I'm just saying if I had weird powers..." His protesting briefly hindered by Y/N's voice exclaiming an annoyed, "Hey!".

 He glared at her- irritated- before he continued, ignoring her remark. "...I'd keep my weirdness to myself." His body twisted to finally face the two girls, a smug grin plastered on his face.

Y/N launched herself at the boy, her balled fists slowly catching aflame. 

"Oh, you little fuc-" she pointed at him, as she moved closer to Sokka ready to shut him up. 

Katara placed her arm on the girl's shoulder, assuring Y/N that she could handle it. Y/N locked eyes with Katara briefly- then stared bullets into Sokka's- before she sighed in defeat, leaned back in her seat, zoning the two bickering siblings out.

If someone had asked her, Y/N wouldn't have been able to pinpoint the exact moment she and Katara became friends. Even though they had only met 5 years ago, Katara and Y/N become like sisters.

After both losing their mother (and Y/N, her father too): the two became inseparable. They both sought comfort in one another. Knowing they weren't alone in their grief made it easier to deal with. Despite their rocky start, Y/N and Katara had learned to trust one another, over the years becoming close friends.

Sokka however- well, Sokka wasn't like his sister. Sure, the two of them were friends. Good friends at times. But it was rare that Y/N would come to him for anything instead of Katara. So their friendship remained like it was when they first met: somewhat acquaintances.

After the death of her parents, Y/N felt completely and utterly alone. She knew that Katara and Sokka understood how she felt; they too had lost their mother. But nothing could remedy the feeling of hopelessness that left her feeling weighed down. 

She was in a new nation, surrounded by new people and a new environment; she had to adapt to a new way of life- she felt out of place. Unlike Katara and Sokka who still had their home and their father: she had no one.

Despite Hakoda's and Kanna's best efforts, Y/N never truly felt like she belonged. She knew that she could wear Water Tribe clothes and eat their cuisines, embrace their traditions: but she would always be a daughter of the Fire Nation, and that would never change.

Suddenly, the boat shook beneath them- snapping Y/N out of her trance. Her body lunged forward. Worried and distressed: her head swung towards Katara's as she tried to figure out what was going on. Y/N reached for the side of the boat and managed to sit back up enough to make sense of her surroundings.

The boat had been pulled into a current. The water around them had thrust the boat forward, past large sheets of ice and glaciers. She scanned her surroundings carefully; scanning for anything that could help steer them away from a possible collision. Her eyes swiftly landed on the paddle beside Sokka yelling at him to use it.

His arms rushed towards the paddle, his hands gripping tightly on the wooden stick as he plunged it in the water; attempting to take control of the boat. 

He began quickly navigating away from the current, trying to escape. 

Then, two bodies of ice rose from below the water, heading towards one another, trapping their path.

"Watch out!" Katara yelled.

Sokka's eyes widened as he realised there was no way out. Y/N panicked, looking around for a way out. They were surrounded: sheets of ice coming in from all sides, all sides except...

"Left, "Y/N mumbled softly, "Sokka look-" she pointed with her arm, raising her voice. "GO LEFT!" she shouted.

Sokka quickly started to turn the boat, attempting to go left. But the ice was getting closer and closer. 

Y/N knew they'd be crushed instantly if they didn't get out of there. So she did the one thing she hoped would save them. 

"JUMP," she cried as she threw herself off of the boat, and onto a hard slab of ice; Katara and Sokka following suit.

They watched in despair as the boat they had been inside not seconds ago turned to smithereens as the two boulders crashed into it. Y/N let out a sigh of relief, her body gradually relaxing. She carefully picked herself up off of the ground, flicking off the snow from her knees before giving Sokka an irritated glare.

"You call that left?" she hissed. 

His face quickly twisted in annoyance, "You don't like my steering? Then maybe you should've used your firebending to turn the ice around us into water." he rolled his eyes as he looked at her. 

"And you-" he turned towards his sister, "with your magic water. You could've waterbended us out of there," he pointed accusingly towards his sister. 

Y/N finally spoke up, her rage slowly building up. If she had no ounce of self-control, he would've already been turned him into a barbecue and brought him home for dinner: but she didn't. 

"Oh, so it's our fault." she retorted, her face becoming an alarming hue of red.

"I knew I should've left you both at home," he sighed. "Leave it to the girls to screw it up," he said as he looked back down to the ground.

Y/N was close to combusting. Her rage had built up steadily over the day, and she was about to make sure he got on the short end of that rage. But before she could do anything, Katara, a couple of steps ahead of her, did exactly that. 

Frightened, Y/N watched on as her friend rapidly lost control, her anger boiling out.

"You are the most sexist, immature, nut brained- aah!"

Y/N watched Katara's movement pridefully, silently approving of everything Sokka had coming for him. Her face, covered in a sheepish smirk as she eyed the shallow waves Katara created in her rage.

"I'm embarrassed to be related to you!" the waterbender continued, her voice getting stronger and stronger, along with her waterbending. 

Y/N quickly tensed as she watched Katara's movement, align with the water she was subconsciously controlling. A large fracture appeared in the colossal mountain of ice behind her.  

Anxiously, Y/N looked over at Sokka. She had hoped that he had noticed too- their eyes abruptly making contact before they both turned towards Katara, horrified.

"Ever since mom died, I've been doing all the work, while you've been off playing soldier." Katara continued. 

Y/N looked at the girl, puzzled, then whispered silently to herself, "I've helped," looking back at her friend, feeling a little insulted. 

This time Sokka tried to speak up, Katara once again slashing into the ice behind her, ignoring his pleas.

"Ah, Katara..."

"I even wash all the clothes." she screeched. "Have you ever smelled your socks? Let me tell you- not pleasant." 

Her arms flung behind her, the force of her waves had gotten more powerful, as she severed deeper into the iceberg.

"Katara, settle down." Sokka tried again, but he only aggravated her more.

"No! That's it. I'm done helping you. From now on, you're on your own." 

Her voice grew louder with her final words before she sent an immense wave crashing into the glacier behind her, slashing it in half.

In unison, they all screamed as a tremendous wave ravaged in their direction, pushing back the large ice slab they laid on. Ferociously, they all gripped onto the edge of the ice, trying not to get knocked over and into the freezing ocean.

Once the water level had fallen and the ocean calmed, the three of them stood up once more. Y/N looked to Katara in awe, walking over to pat her on the back. 

"First time for everything, huh?" she beamed.

 Her remark caused Sokka to look up terrified, "Now you've gone from freakish to straight-up weird Katara," he grumbled, trying to rub the shaved ice off of his knees.

 Katara stared at the two in disbelief, "You mean, I did that?"

"Yep, congratulations-" Sokka began. 

Suddenly, a bright blue light emitted from below them, the water around them beginning to bubble.

As the foaming became more violent and the light brighter, the three stepped back in shock. Unexpectedly, an enormous sphere burst out of the water, emitting a blinding light. 

Y/N and Katara shielded their eyes from the flashing glow. Sokka, however, opened his eyes first- noticing a small figure inside the iceberg...

"Guys there's something in there," Sokka whispered. Startled and in shock, they all gawked in disbelief, wondering what was inside the ice. 

Abruptly, the boy's eyes opened.

They glowed a twinkling turquoise; the tattoos on his head and arm lighting up also. The three flinched at the sudden movements, taken aback by what they had just seen.

"He's alive," Katara blurted, "we have to help him."

 She grabbed Sokka's club off of his back, hastily running towards the ice as she tried to set him free; Sokka and Y/N chasing after her.

"Katara, get back here!" Sokka yelled after her, " We don't know what that thing is!"

Before either of them could stop her, Katara slammed the cub firmly into the ice. 

Then again.

 And again. 

And again. 

Until the ice finally shattered under the force, sending out a great blast of wind. The cloud enveloping the three as they huddled closer in fear. 

Finally, it cleared, and they all looked at the gigantic beam of energy shooting out of the ice. The light rippled across the sky, shattering the clouds as the cries of tiger seals echoed across the vast ocean.

The trio stared in horror as a young boy lazily wriggled out of the ice, his eyes still glowing.

"STOP!" Sokka threatened, raising his spear in defence; the boy inched closer.

In a moment, the boy's eyes and tattoos dimmed: his body limpened. Before either Sokka or Y/N could respond, Katara darted towards the boy, catching him in her arms.

-------

"Sokka stop it. What's wrong with you?" Y/N whacked Sokka as he poked curiously into the head of the boy that lay on Katara's lap.

"Whatttt- I'm just checking if he's alive or not." he reasoned, ushering her hand away from his shoulder.

"By POKING his head with a stick?" Y/N objected, "I'm sure that's gonna wake him up," sarcasm gushing out of her.

"Guys, shush- he's waking up," Katara silenced the two, all attention falling back onto the mysterious boy. Lethargic and weak: his eyes slowly opened and stared deeply into Katara's.

"I-" he began, " I need to ask you something," he murmured breathlessly.

"What," Katara whispered gently, ignoring the shared look of perplexion on Sokka and Y/N's faces.

"Please. Come closer," his voice weak as Katara leaned in, Sokka and Y/N mimicking her actions in curiosity.

"What is it?" she asked him kindly.

Before any of them could react, the boy opened his eyes energetically,  shocking the three. It was almost as if his exhausted form from moments ago had never existed. 

"Will you go penguin-sledging with me?" an excited grin now plastered on his face. The trio stared at the boy in confusion, unsure of what had just happened.

"Uhh-sure? I guess," Katara answered puzzled, looking back at Sokka and Y/N for support but the two only shrugged in response.

The boy picked himself up off the ground without the use of his limbs, almost levitating to his feet. Sokka, startled, drew his spear and pointed it towards the strange child.

"What's going on here?" asked the boy, bewildered.

Sokka looked at him in hysteria, as he snapped back at the boy, "You tell us! How did you get in the ice and why are you not frozen?"

The younger boy only shrugged. His attention quickly diverted as the sound of a low rumble echoed from behind the ice.

Y/N watched the boy's movements intently as he practically flew away from them. She followed his rough outline, as Katara and Sokka followed her. Then, they all stopped- in front of what seemed to be: a sky bison?

Y/N's face morphed hastily from shock to excitement as she jolted towards the creature in amazement. She couldn't believe it, an actual sky bison-here- in front of her. 

She had only read about them in her father's books; the original airbenders that had taught the first air nomads how to bend. She had zoned out from the rest of the group, Sokka had warned her to be careful because she doesn't know the guy,  but Y/N had paid no attention to him.

It was when Sokka threatened the young boy with his spear again that Y/N finally looked over at the rest of them. 

"Katara, don't answer that. Did you see that crazy bolt of light? He probably used it to signal the Fire Nation." he spoke accusingly.

"Yeah, Sokka- I doubt that." Y/N trailed.

"Oh yeah I'm sure he's a spy for the Fire Navy, " Katara began, "you can tell by the evil look in his eye." 

Y/N snorted at the comment, looking at Sokka for his reaction; to Y/N's dismay, he only looked partially taken aback. 

"My name's Katara," the waterbender pointed to herself, " the paranoid one here is my brother Sokka," she said pointing towards him with her arm, "and the sarcastic one behind you is our friend Y/N." The boy smiled kindly in response, acknowledging all of them. 

"Nice to meet you my name's A-A," before he could continue, the boy sneezed loudly, shooting ten feet into the air, leaving behind a large gust of wind. Gently, he slid back down on the ice, Sokka staring at him- dumbfounded.

"Aang. I'm Aang."

"You just sneezed and shot ten feet in the air." he pointed at the boy in shock.

"Really? It felt higher than that." the boy commented nonchalantly.

"You're an Airbender," Katara gasped. The sentence echoed hazily in Y/N's ears. Realisation swiftly dawning on her- how come she hadn't seen this sooner?

Of course, he was an Airbender. Look at him: tattoos, a Sky Bison, a weird unexplained ability to jump extremely high up and levitate off of the ground with ease.

 All of the signs were there. But it was impossible. It had to be. 

All of the Air Nomads had been wiped out; she knew so for a fact. She often overheard Fire Lord Azulon as he gloated about the success of his father, how he had annihilated all of the Air Nomads; how there weren’t any left. She had learned so in school, and off of her father too.

 They were all dead. 

There were rumours, however. Rumours she assumed were only that- rumours. A rumour that there was one; one who had escaped- that there was a sole survivor to the genocide.

The Avatar.

Y/N looked at Aang in a state of complete distress. He couldn't be the Avatar. He looked way too young. The Avatar had to have been at least 100 years old by now, and Aang had barely reached puberty: it was impossible.

Aang couldn't possibly be the Avatar she thought. Right?

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Y/N and Zuko had been friends for just over a year; spending every moment together. Well, that was before her father had isolated her from the rest of the nation for 'whatever reason.'

Unbeknownst to her, her father hadn't agreed with many of the Fire Lord's more recent plans and policies; and instead of allowing his daughter to be surrounded by such ideologies, he chose to shield her from them. 

Fire Azulon had plans to raid the Southern Water Tribe, and capture every waterbender there was. The Fire Lord believed this to be the easiest way of reaching Fire Nation supremacy; by destroying all other benders of the elements. 

Of course, his plan started long ago with the murder of the Air Nomads- ensuring the permanent destruction of the Avatar. As the Earth Kingdom and Northern Water Tribe proved more difficult to conquer, the Fire Lord believed that the Southern Water Tribe was the next easiest target.

Admiral Y/L/N disagreed strongly with these new plans, arguing that this was genocide. It came to no surprise that these newer, more invasive plans were courtesy of Fire Prince Ozai; his plans for the Fire Nation always seemed more intense than the rest of the Royals.  Of course, Fire Lord Azulon agree with his son and dismissed the Admiral's concern. 

And even though the Admiral may not have been able to say it aloud, an old family friend lived in the Southern Water Tribe; an old friend whom he didn't wish any harm upon.

Chief Hakoda and Admiral Y/L/N had met when they were children. Their grandfathers' long-lasting friendship transcending generations. Admiral Y/L/N would recall his grandfather telling him stories of a pre-war world of peace and prosperity. Their friendship began during the reign of Fire Lord Sozin, both Y/F/N's and Hakoda's grandfathers had been best friends. When the two had children, it was only natural for their kids to meet and become friends. And that happened, for a while.

 And then the Hundred-year war began, and the two friends saw each other less and less; consequently, as did their children. But as the kids grew up and began to reminisce fondly on the memories of one another; they found ways to communicate. And it wasn't long before Hakoda's and Y/F/N's fathers introduced them to one another. The two adults would converse as their children would play, momentarily forgetting the chaos of the conflict that separated their two nations. And as they aged, it became rare for the two to talk: the unwavering concern that the Admiral would be found and killed for treason due to their friendship remained ever-present.

Not too long after the Admiral's objection, the Fire Nation began preparing for their raiding of the Southern Water Tribe: The Admiral continued to advise against the plot that Prince Ozai had put in place, but it was too late.

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Y/N was in a different year group to Zuko and Azula and therefore were in separate classes. She wouldn't be able to see them until lunch. Annoyingly, her classes dragged, and as she waited for the lessons to end- she often found herself staring at the clock, hoping it would make time go by faster.

Despite the excitement she had felt for the better part of two hours, Y/N soon began to grow worried at the thought of seeing her friends again.  

What if the reason they never visited her was that they didn't care about her? What if they didn't want to be her friend anymore? 

Y/N's mind filled with troubled thoughts and she soon began to dread seeing her friends, debating whether or not she should go home.

Why would she think that they cared about her if they never visited her? They probably forgot all about her by now. There was no use in her being there. She should probably go home...

After her class had finished, Y/N slowly made her way to the courtyard, scared to see Zuko and Azula again. She sat down on a bench and pulled out her favourite book; figuring she needed a distraction. It wasn't long before the yard had filled up: occupied by running children playing with one another. 

A few minutes had passed when the sound of her classmates gasping and shouting snapped her out of her trance. A concerned look brushing over her features as she stood up, intrigued by whatever was going on. A crowd of children had rushed around two boys; Y/N recognised one of them immediately. 

 Zuko. 

Instantly, she rushed over and joined the others in the crowd. Her heart pumped rapidly inside her chest as she tried to make sense of what was going on. Zuko had a bruised lip, his knuckles appeared swollen; he seemed disorientated. Y/N had to hold herself back as she watched from the shadows. She couldn't get involved. Her parents would be called then she'd be caught, not to mention that Zuko maybe didn't even want her help.

Similarly, the boy Zuko had been fighting looked just as badly injured. Y/N struggled to recognise him until she realised she had seen him before. He was a boy from her history class.

His left eye swollen, much like Zuko's knuckles. His eyebrow had a cut and a bruised had formed on his left leg. Y/N slowly walked closer as she tried to get a better view of the fight. Zuko had knocked the boy to the floor, turning his back to him and walking away.

"You're not worth it," Zuko mocked.

People soon began to lose interest walked away. But Y/N stayed; this felt too easy.

The boy swiftly brought himself up off of the floor, steam blowing from his ears, and spread his legs apart in a fighting stance; taking a deep breath. Y/N gasped quietly, instantly realising what the boy was about to do. All of her responsibilities quickly dismissed as she ran to tackle the boy to the ground.

With full force she landed on him, stopping the lightning bolt he was about to shoot at an unsuspecting Zuko. The lightning shot past his arm barely missing him. The crackling of the electricity made the young prince turn around briskly, a panicked look on his face. His eyes landed on Y/N, as her body held down the boy who he had moments ago pushed to the ground.  Instinctively, Zuko ran towards Y/N. 

"Y/N what the hell was that?" he asked his worry rapidly turning into anger, at the realisation of what his friend had done, " Why did you do that? He could've hurt you!"

"Yeah well, he was about to shoot lightning at you." she retorted, picking herself up off of the ground. "I'm sorry for trying to protect you." She stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I don't need your help." his words coming off harshly through gritted teeth.

They were more severe than he'd first meant them to be, his face dropping in realisation. Y/N's anger had faded at Zuko's cruel words and she quickly turned away, starting to speed walk back to her bench. Zuko swiftly ran after her. 

"Look Y/N I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

She scoffed at his words as she quickly picked up her book, shoving it in her bag, refusing to look him in the eye. 

"I was just worried about you. And seeing you on the floor after you tried to save me, well I. I didn't mean it. " 

"You sure sounded like you meant it when you said it a minute ago Zuko." she spat back, her anger and betrayal seething through her words. 

"Y/N, please," he begged once more, but she refused to look up at him. Giving up on trying to reason with her, Zuko instead opted to question her. 

"Where have you been these past four months?" his voice laced with concern. 

She took a moment to process, almost as if she couldn't believe what she had heard, "Maybe if you'd bothered to come to find me, you wouldn't be asking that question." Y/N's pain evident as she placed her bag on her shoulder aggressively, before staring Zuko directly in the eyes.

It clicked. 

Zuko suddenly realised why she had refused to look at him the entire time they'd talked. It wasn't until that moment that he finally saw the betrayal she hid behind her beautiful  E/C eyes. The hurt and anguish she felt by being abandoned by her best friend.

She looked away from him for a second, catching the eyes of everyone that had been staring at them. Briefly, she made eye contact with Azula, seeing her beside two girls, she recognised one of them as Mai, her partner in music class.

Y/N hadn't realised that they had attracted this much attention. Rapidly, she looked to the ground, then back at Zuko.

 "I'm leaving."

As she turned away, Zuko intrinsically grabbed onto her wrist. For a short moment, she looked back at him, the tears that had welled up in her eye threatening to escape, before she snapped her wrist away from him and walked home. 

This was a mistake.

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Arriving home, Y/N slowly walked into the house, carefully and quietly in case someone was inside. She quietly tiptoed towards her bedroom and closed the door behind her; a sigh of relief escaping her lips. 

Effortlessly, she got changed into her nightgown before throwing herself on her bed. The cool of the sheets finally grounding her and she began to forget all the problems today had brought with it. She snuggled tightly into the sheets and closed her eyes; a little nap wouldn't hurt.

Abruptly, Y/N opened her eyes. Her heart was beating rapidly as she heard the distant voices of her parents. Seemingly, they were having a conversation about something and had seemed to be doing so for a while.

Y/N rubbed her eyes gently before getting discreetly out of bed. She walked to her door and turned the handle slowly, leaving the door with a slight crack in it so she could hear what was going on. 

Despite the open door, she couldn't hear what her parents were talking about any better; they had finally quieted down and were now speaking in hushed murmurs. Y/N immediately became more intrigued as she tried to open her door further to hear what was going on. But the door creaked. 

Agonisingly, Y/N looked up and made eye contact with her parents. 

Dammit.

"Ma' what's going on?" she asked, her concern quickly turning into panic at the sight of her mother. Had she been crying?  

"Y/N sweetie it's ok. Everything's going to be ok." she rushed to her daughter's side and enveloped her in a tight hug, " I promise you it's all going to be ok."

 Y/N was remarkably confused. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips pursed.

"Ma' please what's happening?"  she looked into he mother's eyes, examining her, hoping she could find out more.

"Y/N, baby, can you go to your room and pack some stuff quickly; only the absolute essentials, ok?" she looked at her daughter to make sure she understood. 

Y/n nodded, walking back into her room she glanced at her father who had now sat down at his desk: was he writing a letter?

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It had been nine days since that night. Y/N's parents had refused to tell her what was going on, but she was a smart kid. It didn't take long for her to realise what had happened. 

What she had yet to figure out was why it had happened; why had they been banished from the Fire Nation? Her mind would often wander back to that day, questioning if it was her fault. Strenuously, she would think back to that night as she desperately tried to remember if she had heard anything that her parents had said: but nothing ever came to mind.

It was a long and tiresome journey, which Y/N had slept for the majority of. She remembers walking a lot and being on a couple of boats, yet nothing stood out to her. It was almost as if she went numb in the following days. Her mind refusing to believe what was happening, yet her body happily obliging to her father's orders: following him wherever he went. 

They first travelled to the Crescent Island, the closest land of Fire Nation territory to the Earth Kingdom. From there, they travelled south towards the Chin Village. And there they met him: Hakoda. He was taller than Y/N first imagined. But then again, everyone is when you are a nine-year-old child. Hakoda had arrived on a small boat, accompanied by other members of his village, and soon they began their journey home.

Upon their arrival, the Admiral and his family weren't greeted with pleasantries: as expected. No one felt truly comfortable around the Fire Nation family, which was understandable.

 Despite Hakoda's pleas of reasoning, no one wanted to trust them-not completely anyway. This, surprisingly, applied to Hakoda's children. Despite their similarity in ages, and the long-standing friendship between the two families. Y/N found it hard to bond with Sokka and Katara. 

As their parents would talk and gossip, Y/N would watch on as Sokka attempted to sword fight, and Katara tried to move a droplet of water from her bowl. Even though she too could bend, Y/N was scared to do so. Scared that if people in the village saw her abilities, they'd cower in fear more greatly than they already had. That they'd isolate her more strongly from the village- if that were even possible. So she held back.  She watched on gloomily as the two siblings would bond and play, and she'd be left staring blankly at the snow.  But she didn't blame them. Of course, she wouldn't. Why would she, when Zuko and Azula had done the same to her before?

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Six weeks had passed in the Southern Water tribe, and Y/N slowly started to feel at home again. Sure it wasn't as warm as her old home, but she found it to be more comforting- even if no one trusted her or her family. Rumours and whispers had started to spread: gossip from other neighbouring villages. 

The Fire Nation had arrived. 

Upon hearing the news, former Admiral Lee had snapped back into action and quickly dragged all of the abled men and women into one of the igloos, no doubt to prepare for battle. And even if no one had told her, Y/N knew too; she knew they were coming.

When the day finally arrived, all Y/N could do was hide. As her parents and the rest of the men left to defend their home,  Y/N hid away inside one of the farthest igloos.

 She remembers seeing her parents that morning, waving them an ecstatic 'Good Morning' before running off to play with the penguins. She didn't return until she heard Katara's shaky voice call out to her. 

In the past few weeks that Y/N  had been there, Katara never dared to talk to her; rarely ever even looking at her. But as she ran up to the young girl, Y/N could see the panic that was plastered on Katara's face. Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong.

The two girls ran inside an igloo, as they hid with Sokka and their grandmother. Neither Y/N's parents nor Sokka and Katara's were anywhere in sight. Were they here? Had the Fire Nation arrived?

Desperately she tried to get answers from Kanna, but the old lady wouldn't budge. Only ever daring to speak to shush or comfort the children. 

Then it happened. Then Y/N heard the horn of a ship she never thought she would have to hear again. 

A Fire Nation warship.

Subconsciously, Y/N snuggled deeper into Kanna's arms as she tried to comfort herself. She didn't know why the Fire Nation could be here. What could they want? They had banished her family and they left without a fight. What more could they want? 

Impatient and worried, Y/N was the first to run out: Kanna's grip too weak to stop her unrelenting determination. She was going to find her parents. Sokka was next, following Y/N outside of the igloo as he ran towards a boomerang on the ground and picked it up. 

He wanted to help fight against the raiders. He was a man now- well, he sure thought he was. Highly improbable that a nine-year-old boy would be considered a man. Katara was next, slipping through her Gran-Gran's fingers and running outside into the cold air. Frightened, they all looked at one another as they saw the 'black snow' falling on them. 

Y/N  swiftly ran towards the front of the village as she tried franticly to search for her parents. Having two fire bending parents was always a great thing in Y/N's eyes. But now, now that they had to use that fire bending to fight against their home nation? Now, she wasn't so sure.

She briefly saw Katara run in the opposite direction, in search of her mother, no doubt. Sokka, though, was right behind her- boomerang in hand- ready to fight. 

It wasn't long before she saw her mother. Her ferocious and powerful nature present as she took down Fire Nation soldier after Fire Nation soldier. A proud smile grew on Y/N's lips as she watched her mother take down men twice her size. She had always hoped that one day she'd be as skilled as her.

However, her smile quickly vanished when she saw the tears that had begun to cascade down her mother's eyes; the liquid covering her rosy cheeks.

Y/N abruptly looked in the direction that her mother had not pried her eyes away from; praying she wouldn't see what she thought she would. 

But she did. 

A distraught whimper left Y/N's lips as she stared at two Fire Nation soldiers, carrying her father's limp body onto the ship.  

As she watched the horrifying image play out in front of her, Y/N found it hard to breathe. Her voice stuck inside of her chest as she tried to talk, to scream, to have any sort of reaction. But she couldn't. 

Hearing Y/N's cry, Sokka looked away from the group of warriors he was studying and glanced at her. 

His body tensed as he saw a single tear drip down the side of her cheek.  Following her line of sight, Sokka saw two men boarding a ship with her father's body in their arms. Startled and anxious: he watched as Y/N cried silently, gawking at the ship her father had just been taken to. 

He could be alive he thought. He could be alive and only unconscious. They could bring him back. He could be okay. But even he knew that that would be wishful thinking.

It wasn't until Y/N heard a thud on the ground that she finally ripped her eyes away from her father. 

Her mother was on her knees, arms behind her head as soldiers cuffed her arms. Y/N looked towards her confused, staring at her for an answer. Then it clicked.

She was surrendering.

 Her mother- the most stubborn person she knew, one of the most powerful firebenders in the Nation - was surrendering, and she couldn't do a thing about it. 

But she had to do something. She had to go in and help. She had to save them. It was unachievable, that she knew. But she had to try. She couldn't just-

Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw her mother be moved. She was pushed forcefully onto the cold metal of the ship,  spitting disgustedly at one of the soldiers. Then, he reacted the only way he knew how- a bright orange flame scorched her mother's skin as she screamed in pain. 

The sparkle in her mother's eyes was slowly dying, and as she looked up and at her daughter, they shared a moment of adoration.

 They looked at each other for a little while longer until her mother mouthed a final 'I love you' and 'I'm sorry' before being dragged away deeper inside the hull of the ship.

A gut-wrenching, uncontrollable scream escaped her lips as she watched her parents get taken away. The harrowing cry echoed from her chest as she dropped weakly to her knees. Sokka swiftly, dropping down beside her in an attempt to comfort her. 

He instinctively stroked her hair and shushed her as he tried to calm her. Long ago, he had given up on trying to fight. His father didn't need him: Y/N did. He brought her closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder- muffling her cries from the Fire Nation soldiers in an attempt to keep her hidden.

His eyes were glued on to her, his mind muddled with ideas on how to help her. If only he had looked up to see his mother get dragged away towards the same fate.

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Warily, her feet dangled off of the bench you sat on- too short to reach the ground- but that was to be expected from an 8-year-old. Happily, she watched as the turtle ducks raced around the pond, your eyes tracing their movements; they seemed relaxed- content, even.

Zuko felt relaxed as he walked into the palace garden. His hand clutching the bag of seeds his mother had handed him, ready to feed the ducks that day. Smiling, he walked into the garden, eyeing his surroundings in hope that Azula wouldn't be there. 

Abruptly, his feet stopped beneath him: catching the sight of a young girl- around his age- sitting alone on the corner bench. He had no idea who she was, or even if she had been allowed in there, but that didn't stop him from approaching her. 

"Hi," Zuko first spoke up, waving his hand awkwardly in the air at the girl.

 She looked up startled, her face morphing into one of shock as she realised who had just spoken to her. Immediately, she stood up and bowed at the prince

"P-Prince Zuko," she stammered. "I am so sorry if I've disturbed you. I didn't realise you'd be here. I can go and wait for my father somewhere else." The words flowed off her tongue swiftly, her nervousness apparent.

Y/N had never seen the young Prince up close in person before. Sure, she had seen pictures of him around the Capital, and she had noticed him a couple of weeks ago at the Fire Lord's Birthday, but despite her father's position, she had hardly ever met anyone other than the Fire Lord himself.

"My friends call me Zuko." he smiled softly.

"Oh. Well, uhm, Zuko- My name is Y/N," she smiled shyly at him, timidly putting her hair behind her ear. Zuko had picked up on her discomfort,  and so he started to walk towards the pond to spare her of any more of the awkward conversation. 

Carefully, he sat down under the tree in the centre of the garden and started to feed the ducks. Y/N only watched on fondly as the turtle ducks swam towards the seeds he had thrown in their direction. 

"Do you want to come and sit next to me?" Zuko asked the girl, turning around to look at her, "Promise I'm not as intimidating as I look." 

The young girl smiled timidly, she wasn't even really supposed to be in the garden, let alone be talking to a member of the Royal Family. Glancing between him and the bread in his hand, she spoke up, more confident than before, " Only if you let me feed the Turtle Ducks."

Y/N watched the sky peacefully. As time passed, she had learned to feel relaxed in Zuko'd presence; no longer was she as tense and unnerved as she once was. She looked over at him quietly, still feeding the Ducks, she thought. Her head shook slightly before finally breaking the silence.

"Are we not going to talk today?" She asked concerned. He simply shrugged, unsure of what to say. 

He seemed unusual today, not his typical self, and that to no fault of his own. Zuko now being a young 10-year-old Prince had found himself with fewer responsibilities than he'd like. Despite his countless pleas to his father to allow him to be more involved in the war effort, he would always be turned away as 'he wasn't old enough to understand'.

"Sorry I just..." he paused briefly, deciding whether or not to say something, "...I have a lot on my mind, " he admitted, giving her a distressed look.

She glanced at him, concerned,  "D'you wanna talk about it?"

Before they could discuss any further, they were unpleasantly interrupted.

"Hey Zuzu," Azula gleamed as she walked into the garden. 

Zuko sighed heavily at the sight of his sister. He had tried avoiding her the entire day in hopes she would catch interest in other things.

"Hi Azula," Y/N looked at the girl brightly, whilst Zuko only mumbled irritatedly under his breath.

 Azula sat down beside Y/N, looking at her quizically, "I didn't expect you to be here today," her tone more similar to that of a question.

"My father had a last-minute meeting he had to attend.  And since we were on our way to the market he brought me along with him." she smiled kindly at Azula. 

In the past year, Y/N  had found herself inside the Fire Nation palace more often than she'd first liked. Her father would regularly be called in to advise the Fire Lord on some new plan for invading the Earth Kingdom or the Water Tribes. Y/N didn't mind it though, because every time he would have to go to the palace, she'd join him.

It was somewhat of a ritual between the two. Whenever her father had been called to the palace, Y/N would happily join him. At first, she did so because she wished to see the Turtle Ducks. After a while, she realised that she liked talking to Zuko. 

Sometimes, however, Zuko wouldn't be in the garden; only his sister Azula. At first, she was a whole lot less welcoming than her brother. And even though Azula wouldn't admit it, eventually, she too began to like Y/N. She liked the fact that there was another girl, around her age, in the palace. 

It made her feel less alone. 

Azula had sat down beside Y/N and started to pluck at the grass, viciously ripping it up with her fingers before dropping it back on the ground: then repeating. 

As she continued playing with the grass, a bundle of daisies caught her eye. Azula scooted closer to them. Then she started to rip the daises out of the ground, as she had done with the grass. 

By this point, Zuko finally began to notice his surroundings and looked over at Y/N, who remained unmoving on the grass, sprawled out like a starfish. He smiled kindly at the sight before turning his attention to his sister. 

"Azula you shouldn't be doing that! Leave the flowers alone."

Zuko's sudden increase in dynamics caused Y/N to look at the two, unsure of what was going on. Her face was laced in perplexion as she tried to decipher their interaction. It was only when she noticed the daisies in Azula's hands that Y/N moved closer to her to inspect. Slowly, she picked up a daisy off of the ground, and then another, and another; joining Azula in her conquest 

Zuko gawked at them both in complete shock, unsure of how to proceed.

"Look Zuko, it's okay," Y/N smiled, lifting a beautifully crafted daisy chain. "We can make friendship bracelets out of them." She smiled kindly at Zuko, who had a shocked look on his face. He glanced at his sister, seeking comfort in the fact she looked just as baffled as him.

"A what?" Azula spoke up. 

"A friendship bracelet" Y/N repeated. "It's self-explanatory really. It's a bracelet that friends wear to symbolise their friendship." As she began to dig her nails in the stem of a daisy, to thread the next one through, " and we can make them out of daisies." 

From that day on, it became almost like a tradition for the three to sit down together in the garden, creating daisy chains in honour of their friendship. Because despite how long it'd been since they'd seen one another, or even if Zuko and Azula weren't on speaking terms. It would be something they all enjoyed doing, together. 

 A couple of weeks had passed since that day when Y/N walked into the palace with the brightest smile on her face. In her hands, two perfectly packaged presents. She bid farewell to her father before giddily running off into the garden to meet with her friends.  

Azula, sat on the bench, was reading a book and Zuko sat underneath the tree, as he watched the Turtle Ducks paddle in the water. Y/N skipped into the garden, standing in the middle of the room, the cleared her throat. 

Both the siblings looked up at their friend and quickly ran up to her, forgetting what they were doing.

 "Y/N!" they both exclaimed in unison, rushing to be the first to embrace her. After the three of them had hugged and the excitement had died down, Y/N looked at the two, "I got you both something."

The two siblings remained confused as they began to wonder what could their friend have possibly gotten them.

Y/N brought out two presents from behind her back, giving them to the two. They both looked at Y/N, then at each other, unsure of what to expect from the girl.

As the two opened their gifts, Y/N spoke, "I wanted to get the two of you something for being my best friends. So I decided to make it meaningful."

 Azula was the first to open her gift, seeing a red string bracelet with a silver small sun charm on it. She looked down in the box, in awe of the jewellery. 

"I decided that the best thing to get you would be the most important part of a daisies life cycle, " Y/N said as she showed the two a bracelet similar to theirs on her hand. 

Unlike Azula who had a sun charm and Zuko who wore a water droplet:  Y/N had a daisy. Showing them her charm she began to explain her gifts. 

"I have a daisy. Azula is my sun," she said nodding to her friend

"And Zuko is my water." 

The two children looked at the girl in front of them, both grinning from ear to ear. They placed the red string on their wrist and looked back up to their friend.

" I wanted you to have these so that you would be reminded of our friendship. That no matter where we go and no matter how far apart we are. You will always be my best friends." 

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