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"Get away as far as you can!" yelled Desislav. "I'll keep them at bay!" Desislav tackled Dural to the ground.

Dural yelled and kicked the man off. "Anytime now Commander! Get that Bison out of the sky!"

Hou shook her head. "It's too far and fast, my Lord." Please find your way to safety and deliver the Fire Nation from their unjust Lord, thought Hou.

Desislav slices his sword at Dural; Dural deflects again.

Lyra tore her eyes from the far bison in the sky and ran towards Desislav who was attacking Dural. Lyra pounced onto Desislav, and wrapped her arms around the man. Her arms then were smothered in hot amber flames. She heard Desislav howl in pain and gave a satisfied smile. She then threw him away, far from her master.

Aura smiled at Otaku, and tugged on the reins a bit. Appa went higher, into a safer elevation.

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In another place . . .

"AHHHH! Desislav!" cried Catherine, kneeling before her dead husband. "What have you done!" she demanded. Tears ran from her eyes. Her black hair were dead tangles around her face of anguish.

Desislav lifted his hands. He didn't know what was happening. He didn't understand his sister's words. A surge of fire erupted from his hands- aiming at Catherine.

"CATHERINE!" yelled Desislav. He jumped from his sleeping position. "Catherine!" he cried, panic seizing hold of him. He stopped his frantic search- this was not the open grass plain he last saw. He gingerly touched his face. Smooth skin. "What?" he exclaimed. Lyra. That Lyra had for sure punched his face with flames. But how . . .? He should be dead by now!

"My sister-in-law found you almost dead not far from here," said a voice. It was old and slow but wise and full of experience. An old man approached Desislav. "Someone injured you then dropped you off here, in Ba Sing Se." The old man gave Desislav his sword. Desislav gignerly took it from the stranger.

"But- how . . ." he looked at his reflection- there was no injury.

The old man smiled. "I had some good help from a friend of mine. He comes from the Northern Water Tribe." The man picked up a wet cloth from a bowl filled with water. "Waterbenders can heal," he explained, squeezing the cloth. Desislav watched the water pour from the cloth. "My name is Iroh," introduced the man. "What is yours?"

"Desislav, sir."

"Ah, I've heard of you. Aren't you a bounty hunter?" Iroh gave Desislav an quizzical look. "Or something changed your mind?"

Desislav explained everything.

"Well, Desislav," began Iroh. "We might have another war on our hands. But I will not back down." Iroh paused. "Because there is another Avatar around and he will make peace again like the previous Avatars before him. And the rightful heir of the Fire Nation will rule."

Desislav frowned. "But, Princess Zerafina is dead. She was the eldest child but her brother Prince Dural murdered her and the family."

Iroh tapped his temple. "I have a feeling that is not true."

Desislav froze. What was not true?

Iroh returned the cloth back to the bowl. "Now, would you like some tea?"

Dural opened the flap of his tent. He gave a quizzical look at Lyra. "What about the Commander? I already noticed she's been dawdling and acting like a nuisance." He crossed his arms. "But if you have something else at least a bit interesting then speak up!" . . .

Dural simply nodded. "That makes sense. The traitor! She must be working with Desislav!" Dural began to close the flap of his tent. "You know what to do, Lyra."

"According to the map, we're going North!" "

"Yea the northern watertribe!" Otaku Said to Aura "When we're clear from Dural we should set up camp for the night; I've got a gut feeling that we'll need our strength."