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Review of Avatar: The Last Airbender - The SearchReview of Avatar: The Last Airbender - The Search by StormyWolf
Avatar: The Last Airbender
By Gene Luen Yang & Gurihiru
in collaboration with Bryan Konietzko & Michael Dante DiMartino
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For years, fans of Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra have burned with one question - what happened to Fire Lord Zuko's mother? Finding a clue at last, Zuko enlists the aid of Team
The Avatar's GranddaughterEven though it was the dead of night and all was peaceful, she couldn't sleep. Jinora had suffered with this problem on many night, especially recently, as much had occurred in the last few days. She kept thinking over just how different the world was now. Korra, the Avatar, and her close friend, had done what many had once thought impossible. She had vanquished the dark spirit, Vaatu, and brought about peace once more. But more than that, she'd re-opened the ancient portals between the mortal and spirit worlds, allowing those from both to pass freely from one to the other.The Avatar's Granddaughter by Thejboy88
The young air nomad considered this. The world had been separated from the world of spirits for ten thousand years. To be brought back together with it would change things for everyone. She kept thinking over the possibilities of what kind of world they now lived in. And, as was the case most nights when she did a lot of thinking, her sleeping suffered. She got up from her sleeping position and looked around. This w
The last AvatarI have failed.The last Avatar by Thejboy88
My name is Korra, daughter of Tonraq and Senna of the Southern Water Tribe. But more than that, I am the Avatar, the incarnation of the world itself, charged with keeping peace and balance among the four nations. But now, I lie there, in the cold snow of the North Pole, and look on in horror at what happens before me. Not too far from me lies a tiny form of light. A strange creature to most eyes, but to me, it is far more important than any person can possibly know.
For that tiny thing was Raava, and ancient spirit of light. For the last ten thousand years, she has been bound to the very soul of every Avatar that has come before me, all the way back to the first, to Wan. Even though she has always been with me, I never knew of her existence until recently. But now that I know, I cannot imagine my life without her. It is through her light that the Avatar is born a new, and bears the power to do great things. But no longer. For she has been split from me through the power
Accident (Tokka fluff)Toph awoke to find herself shivering in bed in nothing but her sleeveless sleepwear. She groped for her blanket only to discover it was gone.Accident (Tokka fluff) by Rhoey
Next to her, Sokka was snoring away contentedly. Reaching out for him, her fingers touched the soft cocoon of fabric wrapped around her husband's sleeping form. With a tired groan, she grabbed the hem of the sheet and began to unravel the messy heap. She tugged, and Sokka occasionally grunted or mumbled something incoherently in his sleep while she worked. He rolled over facing the edge of the bed, back turned to the woman beside him.
Finally, she extricated the fabric from her slumbering companion. Much to her annoyance, a large portion of it was still trapped beneath him, his weight holding it firmly in place. Toph pressed her foot into his back for support as she yanked the blanket from underneath him, the force of her kick sending him tumbling off the edge of the bed, where he hit the floor with a yelp of surprise.
She found some warmth at la
Mud, Sweat, and Tears -1- (AtLA Katoph AU)Mud, Sweat, and Tears -1- (AtLA Katoph AU) by Destiny-Smasher
A/N: After receiving multiple comments over the years insinuating that the way I write these two characters is 'gay,' I finally decided that since I had never actually written a story with them in an actual romance, I'd try my hand at it. Perhaps unexpectedly, the setting turned out to be a fairly depressing backdrop. Please feel free to leave feedback on the execution, specifically in regards to 'telling' versus 'showing,' as I am trying to strike some kind of balance between alluding to backstory that can be dug into more later, while also explaining enough to give the situation context.
Mud, Sweat, and Tears
Chapter 1 - Quiet
It was a tranquil night. Katara didn't like it.
The quiet nights were the truly unsettling ones. Katara could never fully relax in the deathly quiet. The silence bred memories: bad memories and good memories.
"We kissed at the invasion. And I thought we were gonna be together. But we're not."
"Aang...I don't know.
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