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The sea was calm that night.
That was the first lie.
Because Nyra would remember it differently forever—not as calm, but as still. Like the world itself had stopped breathing.
Their ship drifted just off the Fire Nation coast, lantern light swaying gently across the deck. Her father was humming something under his breath while he checked the ropes. Her mother had been laughing softly earlier, the kind of sound that made even the ocean feel less lonely.
They were Water Tribe travelers. Not warriors. Not soldiers. Just people who moved from port to port, trading herbs, stories, healing when they could.
They had thought distance meant safety.
It didn’t.
The sky cracked open with fire.
The first blast hit the water beside them, exploding upward in a violent bloom of steam and light. The ship lurched. Her knees hit the deck before she even understood what was happening.
“Inside—!” her father shouted, voice already breaking.
Another explosion, this time much closer.
Wood screamed as it had split.
And then the Fire Nation ship came into view.
Black hull. Red sails. Firelight bleeding across the water like blood in ink.
Soldiers shouted orders she couldn’t understand fast enough. Too many voices. Too much heat. The air itself felt wrong—thick and choking with something hungry.
Her mother grabbed her shoulders.
“Stay behind me,” she said quickly and as calmly as she could. Like, calm could stop this. Like calm had ever stopped anything.
“I don’t understand,” Nyra whispered.
“I know,” her mother said. “Just—don’t look.”
But she did.
Because she saw him.
A boy stood at the edge of the Fire Nation ship.
He looked young. Older than her, but not by much. Dark hair tied back. A posture too straight for someone his age, like someone had forced the world out of him and replaced it with discipline.
He wasn’t smiling, nor was he laughing, just watching with a girl younger than him.
And for a brief, impossible moment—he met her eyes across the water.
Something flickered in his expression. Neither cruelty nor joy.
Hesitation.
Then the world moved again.
Fire erupted across the deck.
Her father ran toward the attackers anyway.
“No—!” her mother screamed.
Water rose instinctively around her father’s hands—thin, desperate, not strong enough. One Fire Nation soldier struck forward, flames cutting through the air like a blade.
Her father fell.
There was no dramatic silence after.
Just sound.
Her mother grabbed her and pulled her down behind the shattered railing as another explosion tore through the ship. The wood beneath them was already burning.
“We have to jump,” her mother said.
“We can’t swim far enough,” she cried.
“Yes,” her mother said, and now her voice was shaking. “We can. You can.”
Another blast shook the ship apart.
The deck tilted.
And through the chaos—through smoke and fire and screaming—she saw him again.
The boy.
Still watching.
Still there.
Not moving.
Not stopping it.
Her breath caught, sharp and breaking.
Something inside her cracked so cleanly it didn’t even hurt at first.
Her mother pressed something into her hand—small, wrapped in cloth. A pendant. Cold against her skin.
“GO,” her mother yelled.
It wasn’t a request.
It was the last thing she ever said clearly.
A final explosion swallowed the words whole.
The ship broke.
The ocean rose to take everything.
And then there was only water.
Cold. Endless. Heavy enough to erase the sky.
She surfaced once.
Just once.
Long enough to see the Fire Nation ship pulling away.
Long enough to see the boy still standing at the rail.
Long enough for her to understand, with terrifying clarity, that he had done nothing.
And then the sea took her under again.
When she woke, the world was not kind enough to be different.
Just quieter.
The wreckage had drifted toward shore. Charred wood. Broken rope. Things that used to be a life.
She pulled herself onto land with shaking arms, coughing saltwater until her throat burned raw. Her fingers dug into sand still warm from distant fire.
Somewhere behind her, smoke rose into the sky.
She didn’t cry.
Not yet.
She just lay there, staring at nothing, while something inside her quietly learned what it meant to hate without knowing the word for it.
And far away, beyond the horizon, she couldn’t see.
The Fire Nation ship sailed on.