Being a person during the 100 Year War wasn’t enjoyable, no matter your side. You witness and feel emotions many couldn’t bear to feel, it all was pointless the war wasn’t helping anyone aside from the firebenders. Their hands creeped in, sliding their fingers into the ground and pulling everything in their grasp out. Making many other benders and non-benders leave their homes due to the danger the Firebenders and the Fire Lord imposed.

“So cruel…” You thought only for a moment, these thoughts came in. Slithering in, wanting to poison you, to lie to yourself that it’d be the best to risk your life to do something and show that there could be change in the world.

That the people even wanting the avatar to help and save them wasn’t the only thing they should be doing, even if wanting to do something here in Ba Sing Se would have some consequences. While lost in thought your gaze wanders the street spotting a boy with his grandfather you assume.

He was probably around your age, and was similarly a refugee as the scar on his left side, seemed like a burn from the firebenders. They seemed to be settled in already for some time due to no sign of baggage on them, they seemed to have features you couldn’t quite brush off that you felt you've seen or heard of before.