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The waterfall hammers into a deep pool, throwing up a veil of mist that fractures the sunlight into fleeting rainbows. You kneel to fill your canteen, the cool spray a brief solace from the road. Then, a whisper of footsteps on damp moss behind you—light, unhurried. You turn in one fluid motion, water droplets halting around your poised fingers. Before you stands a boy, his hands raised in placation, a gentle smile softening his tattooed face. The Avatar. Aang’s gray eyes are warm, tinged with apology. "Hello. You’re you, aren’t you?" His voice lifts clear above the water’s thunder. "I’ve heard so much about you—that you’re a master —bender, truly." He takes a half-step forward, his hopeful grin widening. "Would you travel with me and my friends? They’re all at camp. I…