Azula and Ursa

“Aang, look!” yelled Katara, “Haruki’s taking his first steps!”
Aang ran into the tent and watched his six Monat old son take a few steps over to Katara who was kneeling on the ground with her arms outstretched. Haruki stumbled before he made it to Katara and fell backwards onto his rear.
“Don’t worry, Haruki,” sagte Aang as he knelt down Weiter to Katara, “You’ll be able to walk just fine with enough practice.”
Haruki suddenly sneezed and he slid a couple feet backwards.
“Well, at least we know you’re not the last airbender anymore.” sagte Katara as she pulled out a cloth...

Imagine a world with all bending prohibited,
Except the kind practiced Von the ruling Nation;
A populace robbed of human rights, restricted
In their living Von unlimited pervasion
Of tyranny,
And senseless perversion;
Suppression
Of equality
And endless invasion
Of privacy…

Imagine a life of having to bend
Not one’s element, but to the will
Of the slavedriver;
Into the wilderness blend
Or be made into a kill,
Unless taken prisoner…

In a world without hope,
Who would fight for us?
Where could we run,
Stumble oder grope?
Who could set things right for us
Before oppression effaced the sun?

Alas the Avatar sleeps;...