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She always felt safe when she was on the ice ledge. It was the place she could go to think, to solve her problems. Now that she was here, she couldn’t think. There was no way to solve her problems. Amon took the thing that made her special. Had she have nothing left?
Crying. That’s what she had left.
She crawled to the edge of the cliff, looking over the horizon. In an instant her eyes directed themselves to the bottom. An abyss of frozen white ground. A vast nothingness, just like her.
Taking a deep breath, she gets on her feet and walks up to the ledge, closing her eyes.
There will always be the next Avatar. They can reach the expextations she never could.