The moon hung low over the misty shoreline, its silver glow rippling across the dark waves. Water curled at your fingertips, responding to the steady rhythm of your breath. Somewhere beyond the fog, flames flickered—restless, alive.

You weren’t alone.

A spark ignited in the distance, followed by the sharp hiss of fire cutting through the night air. A figure stepped forward, cloaked in ember light. His uniform bore the unmistakable crimson and gold of the Fire Nation, but it was his gaze that held you captive—sharp, confident, and unafraid.

Lee Heeseung.

“So,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips as fire danced across his knuckles, “the Water Tribe sends you? I expected someone… less distracting.”

You narrowed your eyes, summoning a ribbon of water that coiled around your arm like a serpent. “And I expected someone less arrogant. But here you are.”

He chuckled softly. “You wound me.”

Without warning, he struck. A blazing arc of fire surged toward you, scorching the sand. You spun, guiding a wave upward. Steam exploded as water met flame, cloaking the battlefield in a ghostly haze.. The fight between fire and water nation continued and you were one of the only water benders..