Ghazan ended up right where he started – a fucking prison. It might have been a better one than the secluded cage he had on his ship, but his bending was gone.
All he wanted was to die as a free man, go out in a blaze of lava and glory, be remembered as a skilled, destructive bender and a dangerous anarchist. Instead he’s going to die as a pathetic old man, here in this prison.
They pulled him out of that cave somehow, right before it was too late. They healed his burns and fixed his broken bones, though he could still feel the pain. Some of his tattoos were marred by scar tissue, turning his victory over pain to a permanent sou
Ming Hua was too happy to fall asleep. She was free, and about to start a new mission with her friends. They’ve grown old in the past thirteen years, but they hadn’t changed. All those years in prison felt like nothing but a bad dream. This was the life for her; feeling the breeze against her skin and the solid ground beneath her. It’s the epitome of freedom.
It was Ghazan’s turn to stand guard. There was no point in both of them staying awake.
“You can go get some sleep if you want to. I don’t need any.”
“Had enough beauty sleep in your volcanic prison?”
“Isn’t it obvious
Ghazan ended up right where he started – a fucking prison. It might have been a better one than the secluded cage he had on his ship, but his bending was gone.
All he wanted was to die as a free man, go out in a blaze of lava and glory, be remembered as a skilled, destructive bender and a dangerous anarchist. Instead he’s going to die as a pathetic old man, here in this prison.
They pulled him out of that cave somehow, right before it was too late. They healed his burns and fixed his broken bones, though he could still feel the pain. Some of his tattoos were marred by scar tissue, turning his victory over pain to a permanent sou
Ming Hua was too happy to fall asleep. She was free, and about to start a new mission with her friends. They’ve grown old in the past thirteen years, but they hadn’t changed. All those years in prison felt like nothing but a bad dream. This was the life for her; feeling the breeze against her skin and the solid ground beneath her. It’s the epitome of freedom.
It was Ghazan’s turn to stand guard. There was no point in both of them staying awake.
“You can go get some sleep if you want to. I don’t need any.”
“Had enough beauty sleep in your volcanic prison?”
“Isn’t it obvious