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Jung sat on the bank, staring out across the water from between trailing strands of dark hair. He couldn't believe it had come to this...
Never had in life had the boy been away from his home. He had been born and raised in the Northern Water Tribe, living in the big city, learning to bend water, to hurt and to heal.
He had never imagined leaving.
And yet, here he was. On the banks of a foreign land swept by the Fire Nation. He could see the smoke coming from their ships not a mile offshore, and he was grateful that they could not see him so well. They could not see that he wore the garb of the Water Tribe.
He wasn't sure why he was here, either. His Tribe had sent him away. Only a few nights ago, the dreams had started. Dreams of a group of people he had never met, with features that were strange to him; foreign features, perhaps from the other Nations. Before he could realize what was happening, he had been branded the Avatar, swept up, and sent away to the Earth Kingdom's shores.
What was he meant to do here...?
No one would tell him. His only hope was to find those people whose faces he saw in his dreams. Perhaps they would know more than he did.