Hey dafoose I know that you might have already read these but I still like your input (grammatically).

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Siam - airbender

Mrs. Cheng - I didn't give her bending powers

Mizuhiro - firebender

~~ Siam has just awoken from a horrific accident~~

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Siam looked up to see the manager who had insulted her earlier in the evening. "You?"

"Yes it's me dear... I am terribly sorry about yesterday. I let my anger get the best of me. But enough of that you need to lie and rest. And please, call me Mrs. Cheng."

Siam pondered while Mrs. Cheng sat down at the little table in the room. She had a million questions to ask but her throbbing head only hurt her the more. "Please tell me what's going on. What happened to the hotel and where are my parents?"

Mrs. Cheng started to get flustered. Her hands started to shiver together until she hid them under her skirt. "Now, Now my dear. You really must rest... doctor's orders..."

Siam tried to sit upright in her bed but collapsed. "Please I beg of you. What happened to them...are they all right?"

Mrs. Cheng got up from the table and turned with her back to Siam. A tear glided down her face and off her chin. With the room being dead silent the tear made a resounding splash on the floor board. "I am truly sorry my dear...your parents are dead."

Siam cupped her hands and put them to her mouth. "No, No!"

"We finally found their bodies two days after the explosion of which we still don't know how happened. B, but I want you to know my dear ... they died in each other's arms with smiles on their faces." Mrs. Cheng continued to console Siam but to no avail for her words where drowned out with sobs. Siam felt as if her heart just broke and the remainder of her whole was to follow. She started to thrash out in rejection of the truth. Wind started to swirl around her that threatened to shred everything in its path and formed a cocoon of air as if to protect her from further harm.

"They can't be ... I don't, I won't I... I..." Siam felt as if she was going to explode and maybe that way her pain would end. She didn't know what to do but wanted to. But just as she felt she was going to give out a firm but soothing hand gripped her shoulder and jerked her back into reality. Through her tears she saw a cup of water being placed in her hand.

"Here, drink this," said Mrs. Cheng.

Through her quieted sobs Siam drank the water. She choked a little but continued. As she did so Mrs. Cheng spoke. "You may not have known it but your parents were very good friends of mine. They've helped me out in the past and so even though they can pay I always let them stay without charge. They loved you my dear and you loved them back. But they wouldn't want you to destroy yourself over their deaths but to live your life to its own end."

Siam past the empty cup back to her and laid her head back on the pillow. Mrs. Cheng sighed and got up and walked over to the table. She placed the cup on it next to the metal pitcher that had been cut in half. As she walked toward the door she turned around. "I'll let you get some rest now. You'll be needing it for tomorrow... good night."

Siam mumbled a replay as she drifted into a quiet, peaceful sleep.

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Siam drifted back into reality a moment later only to notice that the sun was up. Shifting her legs to the side of the bed she slowly got up. Walking slowly to the table Siam picked up the pitcher and poured herself a glass of water. She needed something to do... she didn't feel like walking out side just yet. "I think I'm going to write."

Whenever Siam felt emotional she wrote in her journal. She never knew what she was going to write but that she had to. Whatever it was going to be she knew it would, in some way, portray her feelings to the page. She found her book bag at the foot of the bed still a little dusty but otherwise unharmed from the explosion. She took her journal out and propped herself on the bed. She thought of what she was going to write then placed her quill down and began.

A lonely heart walks among the shadows

Only just having to say goodbye.

A brief instance of love again

Only to have them break the tie

Light mixing together with darkness

Parting is so bittersweet

Hoping that crossroads we walk

When at last again we meet

To Siam the words just seemed to spill out of her. And just as the words tears also ensued staining the parchment. She would have continued to knock if not for the commotion outside. The one voice sounded like Mrs. Cheng but she couldn't recognize the second one.

"You, you're not supposed to be in here. This is my private quarters and not yours to be sneaking around in."

"Ow, let go of my ear. I'll have you know I'm a black belt in origami. I just wanted to see Siam."

It then dawned on Siam that the person arguing with the woman was Mizuhiro. She immediately felt better knowing that he had come to see her.

"How do you know her? And anyway she can't be seeing visitors in her condition. Oh, alright... but only if she is awake."

Mrs. Cheng made a light tap of the door and peeked her head in. Seeing Siam awake she started to talk but Siam stopped her short.

"I'm all right and yes, please let him in."

Mrs. Cheng reluctantly nodded and let the boy in. Mizuhiro was going to say his thanks but was stopped with Mrs. Cheng's brutal look to which he stuck out his tongue. Turning around he smiled at Siam. "It's good to see your well Ms. Siam."

"Call me Siam and I hear I owe my good fortune to my knight in a school boy uniform. Still playing hooky are you?"

Mizuhiro started to turn red. "Yes, well I..."

"It is okay, I won't tell."

Mizuhiro turned and looked at Siam and studied her then nodded and took a letter out of his pocket and handed it to Siam. "I, I found this in the rubble next to you. It has your name on the front. It was written to you and I didn't want to freak you out."

Siam flipped the letter over and saw her name written in the center. She slowly unfolded the letter and read.

I am very sorry for your loss Ms. Nakamura. Your parents were good people and I was unable to save them from their untimely death. I cannot tell you who I am but I can tell you this. Your parents died because they had uncovered the fire nation's plan to kill the nomadic air tribe. I know this comes to you at a hard time but time is running out for your people. You and you alone have the power to save them. The wind sphere at the end of the necklace you carry can save your nation. But you have a powerful adversary as well. The destruction that killed your parents is getting stronger and I have learned from my sources that a week and a half later the same thing will destroy the Western air temple unless you stop it. I must go now... use the wind sphere.

Siam put the letter down in her lap now more confused than ever.

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i actually wrote the poem myself. Please tell me if you liked it or if it sounded good with the story so far

Easter break approaches. Post likely to show up this weekend.

And Nien, My dragons didn't die. I'm only allowed so many pictures in my signature. However, I plan to make a GIF of all the dragon's I've got so far.

Van (Qiang)
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Van's attempt to ditch the previously nameless, Waterbender in a small town falls flat as she follows him. Van didn't know anything about the girl beyond look and bending status, until she drew the words "Lyra", "Ba Sing Se", and "Indra" in the ground. Just as Van is wrapping his head around this new development...
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"Sister."

I blinked. This whole time the girl could speak? What next? Is she going to suddenly sprout into a full grown woman?That wouldn't be half bad actually....

Since she's feeling chatty, time to ask the dumb question: "Lyra is your name?"

She didn't say anything. She just stared at the ground, as she sat on her haunches in a near fetal position. But, I did notice a slight, very slight nod of the head.

"And Indra is your sister?"

She just sat in silence again. And again she nodded.

"She's in Ba Sing Se?"

I couldn't pick up anything that could count as an answer from her. Unless I'm supposed to count that slow shifting of her shoulder as a shrug.

"So, you're looking for your sister, she might be in Ba Sing se, but she might not be?"

She folded her little arms over her little knees and rested her little head on them. The look on her face, or her eyes rather, surprisingly soft and vulnerable But, otherwise she gave no answer. I sighed. She was annoying the crap out of me with her all over the place answering methods, but at the same time it's hard to stay mad at a girl who was clearly upset. So, after that bit of high intellectual Q and A what have I learned?

I stumbled on a lost little girl trying to find her big sister.

Great, just great. This is the last thing I need.

The wind blew and a slight chill went up my spine. I headed back for the fire, I turned back to Lyra. She withdrew slightly into her curled up little ball. Those tattered rags wouldn't do much even in the cool, night. "Come on, kid-I mean Lyra, warm yourself up and have a bite to eat." She didn't move. "Hey, Lyra." I called out to her. I groaned and trudged back over. I was ready to nudge her with my foot when I heard the tiny snores.

I chuckled. Of course she's asleep. That was a long distance for such tiny legs to go, it's amazing she was able to stay conscious long enough to do anything coherent. I picked her up, and noticed she was just as light as she looked. Another breeze blew off the river and I felt another chill. I regretted not having my blanket. That was still on my old ostrich horse back in the desert. I sighed and took off my shirt and wrapped it around her. And as thanks, the wind blew again. Much harder than the last time.

I clutched my bare arms and got as close to the fire as I could without jumping right into the damn thing. "Oh, yeah, thanks for that!" I called out to no one in particular.

After a long and brutal night, I woke up to a muggy mourning, and a green scaley thing with big fangs sitting on my leg. I yawned and-

Wait. Green scaley thing with big fangs?

I tried to shout something like "Ah!" but all that came out of my suddenly sore throat was a weak whimper. The sun got into my eyes and I couldnt' see. I shook the thing off and fumbled blindly for my spear. I heard a hiss. Oh crap, the damn thing was still on my leg. And all my hand found was a soggy sand. I finally managed to open my eyes all the way just in time to see it the hideous insect bare its fangs. I was too damn disoriented to even realize the danger I was in. Spider snake venom was nasty and often fatal. And it reared back, ready to strike.

I weakly threw up my arms, vaguely hoping that a bite to the arm would take a little longer to kill me than one to the face. Adrenaline flooding the system seconds after awaking tends to just screw up thought processes, because this whole time, at the back of my mind, I was thinking about what I was going to have with the dried pig-chicken meat for breakfast.

While I was busy planning what I was going to have for breakfast, the thing on my lap shrieked. It dropped then slid limply off my leg. I took my hands away and opened my eyes, without the burning Sun blinding me too much.

It took a few seconds for me to register it all. The very dead spider-snake. The ice pike sticking through it's carapace. The two other, smaller spider-snakes that scurried into the brush. One of them had someone gotten my pig-chicken jerky (Damnit, I love pig-chicken jerky). And Lyra standing a few feet away from me.

Strange how in all this, Lyra was what got an actual real reaction of fear out of me. Though I guess I shouldn't consider it strange anymore.

I finally composed myself and got off the ground. The fire had died down to a smolder. The chilly night met with a warm mourning and everything was covered with dew. And my throat hurt. I started to say something, but sound up coughing up phlegm. Crap, I think i just caught a cold. And she doesn't look any worse for wear. I suppose that should be a good thing. Hell, I should be grateful. She just saved me a nasty bite. A few men in my regiment got bite by spider-snakes. If it doesn't kill you, parts of your body will start to turn black and you smell like rotting meat. Really, that's what wind up happening. And for the 2nd time, she's saved me.

Yet, I still find myself...more and more uncomfortable about the idea of someone half my size saving me. I'm not her guardian, but that's more or less how it should be. Bad bug shows up, I'm supposed to swat it. If someone was keeping a tally on manliness points, I'd be in the negative. I'm going to have to kick a bunch of ass to even break even.

Given my ability to think right then, I figured I was woken up enough. Just to make sure I looked around to see if Lyra had caught us some breakfast first. She hadn't. There's some manliness points I've retained.The river looks like it's teaming with fish. Should be able to catch on or two and fix up something edible. We'd need plenty of food induced energy. I don't plan on stopping until I can see the walls this time, so I've got a lot of ground to cover.

There was a splash of water behind me. I turned in time to see a good sized fish plop out of the air and flop on the ground. Just like the other times, if the girl moved. It happened just before I saw it. Well, damn.

Point of Manliness: Catching breakfast.

Failed.

I'd better hurry and either catch another or cook this thing before I'm categorically turned into a girl.

Note: Yeah, uneventful and filler-esque post. Meh, I was bored. More plot related events coming up. Possibly Indra related too!

Point of Manliness: Catching breakfast. Failed.

I love that line. I have got to take some pointers from you man. I must be trying too hard or something b/c you make it look easy.