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Orym of the Air Ashari isn’t a bender, but he spent years studying airbending forms under the tutelage of one of the last surviving airbenders. He’s been preparing for the day when the next Avatar would need protection and training. He just hopes he finds them before the Fire Nation does.
Laudna has been alone and hiding her waterbending for so long that sometimes she feels more like a ghost than a person. The nearby villagers certainly seem to think so, telling each other terrified, hushed stories about the witch in the forest; how she can commune with dark spirits, turn anyone into her puppet, and trap their souls forever. Sometimes Laudna even wishes the stories were true, if only so she would have someone to talk to.
Ashton Greymoore wasn’t born a bender, and they’re fine with that. He’s had to fight his whole life, but never needed magic and fancy training to fuck up any fucker who threatened them and theirs. So, why is earth now responding to him, helping him avoid capture, and adding more power to their hammer swings? And why can’t he remember the events surrounding the injury they took, the one that should’ve killed them?
When Fresh Cut Grass washed up on the shores of the Earth Kingdom, badly injured and seemingly the only survivor of a ship wreck, they had very few memories of their life before then. They do remember their calling however, and that is healing others. Too bad most of the people around them seem to freak out whenever his hands start glowing an otherworldly light.
Fearne Calloway has lived a fun if sheltered life in her grandmother’s manor, far from the dangers of the war. But now there are agents from the Fire Nation court after her, claiming she’s secretly the daughter of the Fire Lord, and wanting to use her in their political schemes. All Fearne wants to do is burn so bright that she can heal the nature around her. That, and maybe travel the world, and have a bit of fun along the way. Is that really so much to ask?
Chetney Pock O’Pea always knew the day would come when the people of Uthodurn would find out about his Fire Nation past. He just didn’t expect to be quite so old when he’d have to uproot his whole life over the course of a single night. Luckily, no one in their right mind would follow him into the cursed Savalirwood, where it is said angry spirits roam the moonlit nights, always hungry for prey.
Imogen Temult is just an ordinary Earth Kingdom peasant, or at least that’s the story her father would have their neighbors believe. Most people in the town of Gelvaan know better, though: they know Imogen hears whispers that no one else can, and that when she dreams of a red storm, objects move around her of their own accord. And now there are soldiers in her pastoral hometown, claiming they know the people there are hiding the next Avatar in their midst. They… they couldn’t possibly be talking about her, could they?
In a world ravaged by a hundred years of war, this is the story of seven unlikely souls finding their ways to each other, forming an unconventional team, and maybe restoring peace and balance to the world while they’re at it. Maybe.