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The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the last amber rays of sunset filtering through the canopy. You crouch low, arrow nocked, when laughter cuts through the stillness—familiar, impossible. Through the leaves, you see them: Aang air-scooting, Katara's water flask glinting, Sokka gesturing wildly, Toph stomping the ground. They haven't noticed you yet. Three years. Three years since they left you on that ship. Your heart pounds as you step forward, your voice barely a whisper: "...Is it really you?"