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Previously in Air
While investigating the supposedly 'cursed' Forest on Xing Shi Yu, Captain Jee and a group of soldiers stumbled upon a frightening creature: A woman without a face.
Chapter Sixty-Four: The Faceless
The woman had no face. Indentations where her eye sockets may once have been gleamed blank in the moonlight. Wei and Hoo screamed, stumbling back in shock and terror.
Shouts of alarm rang through the foliage, and a moment later the rest of the search party burst into the clearing. Not much could force two skilled soldiers to loose such girlish squeals, and when Captain Jee and his men spotted the faceless woman, they felt much like screaming themselves.
They froze, captivated by the woman's eerie, eyeless stare.
"Spirits," someone murmured.
A few soldiers found their feet, picking their way to where Hoo and Wei had fallen, careful not to stir even a leaf should it disturb the strange apparition. As other soldiers thawed from their frozen fear, they slowly reached for their weapons and juiced up fireballs in their palms.
In the darkness, someone snorted. "She won't hurt you."
Captain Jee started at the familiar voice.
Kaori, the old man from the market, stepped into view. He moved to the woman, standing protectively between her and the soldiers. His eyes dark and dangerous, he growled, "Let her be."
Jee struggled to find his voice. He still could not tear his eyes from the woman's smooth face as she relished in the unseen moonlight.
"What is she?" he managed finally, his voice barely a whisper.
Kaori snorted again. "She's one of them spectres the villagers are so afraid of," he scoffed. He gazed up at the woman and his harsh eyes softened. "They call 'em the Faceless."
"I've heard stories from my grandmother," Si Yung murmured. His eyes remained fixed on the woman, and he gulped. "I just never thought they could be true."
"True enough," Kaori snapped, his eyes narrowing again as he turned back on the soldiers. "They may not have faces, but they're not monsters and child-stealers, like some claim." He glared at Si Yung, and the soldier blushed guiltily.
Jee still struggled to wrap his brain around it all, but outwardly he exuded calm confidence. "How many are there?"
Kaori raised an eyebrow. He looked the Captain up and down, as if appraising his stalwartness of character. Finally, the old man shook his head. "I'll not have you poking at them or deciding their fate."
Jee frowned. He took a cautious step forward, shooting a glance in the Faceless woman's direction. "Something must be done about this," he said gently. "The Firelord should–"
Kaori laughed the bitter laugh of a tired man. "The Firelord! Yes, yes, certainly he'll solve every problem, should he ever have a minute to spare!"
The anger of his outburst was rooted deep within, and Jee frowned. Why was this old man so set against Firelord Zuko? That was a question to be answered later, Jee decided. For now, he needed to convince Kaori that their aid was in his best interests. He leveled his gaze at the old man, his words soft.
"This," he said, gesturing at the woman, "Is not natural."
"No," Kaori agreed. "And yet it's been done, and has been for as long as I can remember."
Jee's eyes widened in alarm. "How many are there?" he demanded again.
"You want to know how many?" Kaori cried. "Fine. I'll show you."
Without waiting for a reply, Kaori took the woman's hand in his own and began to guide her, deeper into the Forest.
He had nearly disappeared within the foliage by the time Jee made up his mind. Something terrible was at play here. He decided he didn't have much choice but to follow.
"Koh." Horrible memories –both his own, and those of others– surfaced in Aang's mind as he stared at the creature.
The spirit chuckled, sending chills up and down Aang's spine.
"It's so nice to see I leave a lasting impression," Koh said, stretching out along the branch like a cat in the luxurious sunlight.
"What's going on?" Haku demanded. "How have you stood against the darkness?"
Koh glanced down at the ghostly figure in mild surprise, as if noticing him for the first time. "Ah, and Avatar Haku. It has been a very long time, hasn't it? Yes. How have I stood against the darkness? Easily answered." The creature blinked into a different face, a young woman's, beaming down at them, as if they were part of some private joke. "I didn't."
Haku frowned. "I don't understand."
Koh chuckled. His legs scurried back up the trunk, to the underside of the branch above. Peering at them upside down, he said, "What is there to understand? I have not stood against the darkness, and yet I remain."
The darkness around them seemed to pulse with the creature's laughter.
"He's the one," Aang said, fighting to keep the anger from his face. "Koh is responsible."
Haku's head snapped toward him in alarm.
"Responsible?" Koh repeated, amused. "Oh no. Not I."
"But...he can't be," Haku muttered. "That is impossible."
"Why?" Aang demanded.
"Just as there is a balance to the mortal plane," Haku explained, eyes fixed on Koh, "There is also a balance to the Spirit World, and they in turn are set on the ultimate Balance."
Koh met Haku's gaze as the ghost spoke, flicking through several more faces –an old woman, a golden dragon, a child. The same taunting smirk quirked the corner of each mouth, mocking him.
Aang almost frowned, but caught himself just in time. Koh's feet clicked together, as if in disappointment. "It has to be him."
A frown darkened Haku's eyes, furrowing his brow as he stared up at the spirit. "You are an amoral creature, Koh."
The face of the child smiled down sweetly. "So I am."
"By siding neither with good nor with evil, you do your part to keep the worlds in harmony."
"True." A quiver ran through the creature's body, his legs incessantly tap-tap-tapping at the trunk.
The frown began to lift from Haku like a released weight. His shoulders slackened in relief. "You are the last of the ancient spirits left; you are bound to the Balance, and there is nothing you can do to disrupt that, not without destroying yourself."
Koh's lips twitched in a malicious smirk. "Perhaps."
Relief drained from Haku. He stared up at the creature, blinking incomprehensively. "What do you mean, perhaps?"
The tapping of the creature's legs suddenly stilled. "Why, just that. It is certainly true that I can do nothing to upset the natural order of the Balance, but there is really no way to tell whether or not there are other ways I might disrupt it without tearing myself asunder." Koh slithered forward, winding himself around a branch. "I wonder, do you know the true reason why this darkness comes? The Balance is already swayed. The loss of the Air Nomads left a gaping void of spirituality in the mortal world, driving it ever farther from ours. It has only gotten worse, Haku. You know of what I speak. Mortals are tipping themselves toward the side of Chaos, and both worlds along with them." A smile pulled at Koh's thin lips. "I'm not upsetting the Balance; I'm merely helping it along."
"So you are responsible," Aang growled.
"Y-you can't!" Haku cried.
Koh ignored Haku, instead turning to Aang. "Do you know the true meaning of 'balance', Avatar Aang?" Koh said with a bitter chuckle. "Boredom."
The creature wriggled down the trunk of the tree, peering at Aang from upside down with the face of a serene old woman. Those eyes were so calm, so confident... Aang could not pull his gaze away, but met the spirit's pilfered eyes as if transfixed.
"Mortals die," Koh droned, "Spirits fade, but new ones rise in their place. We shift back and then forward, never fully reaching one side or the other, and always finding ourselves level again. An eternal battle of push and pull, give and take, and for what? Nothing. It all remains the same."
"Blasphemy!" Haku cried, leaping between the two, breaking the trance. "If you upset the Balance, Koh, if you allow the two worlds to mesh, everything will be plunged into Chaos!"
The spirit grinned. "And a welcome change to the tedium that has possessed us all since the beginning of time. Isn't it delectable?"
It was small wonder people in the village thought Kaori was roiled in the eerie hauntings of the island's wild. His farm rested in the very heart of the cursed Forest, embraced on all sides by the thick shrubbery. A small house and a large barn were so enwrapped within the untamed plants they were nearly hidden from sight. Encircling the farm, a great barrier served to protect it from the eyes of outsiders.
Or perhaps, Jee realized as he followed Kaori through the single gate, the barrier was built to keep them all in.
There were so many of them, scattered about the farm. Some merely stood still, staring blindly into the distance. Others moved carefully about, while some walked by the low boughs of trees, fingering the leaves.
Kaori gestured at these. "Sense of touch is the only thing left to 'em," he explained gruffly. "They'll feel anything they can, and won't stop fingerin' it for hours."
The men stared at the incredible sight for several, long moments.
Finally, Jee managed a deep breath. "...How?"
Kaori's frown was deep. "I don't rightly know." He looked out over the many Faceless under his care. "They show up from time to time. Never could figure out a pattern to it. All ages, men and women, and not all Fire Nation, either. We've had Water Tribe and Earth Kingdom, too; peasants and soldiers, warriors and benders. It don't matter." He shook his head. "And before you ask, I don't know the how about that, either."
"How long have you been caring for them?" Jee asked.
Kaori snorted. "All my life. And before I did it, there was my father, an' his father, an' his father. He was the first Caretaker, and we ain't known anything but this."
"That long?" Jee cried, appalled. "Why haven't you told anyone?"
Kaori scoffed. "Who's there to tell? The villagers? Bah! They think the Faceless are some kind o' evil." His face softened and he released the woman's hand, gently nudging her toward the house. "But they ain't."
Jee looked over them once more before turning to Hoo and Wei. "Report back to the inn at once. Firelord Zuko needs to know about this immediately."
"Bah!" Kaori scoffed again. "The Firelord won't do anything; never did before."
Captain Jee stiffened. "He needs to know about this." Then the man's words sank in. "What do you mean 'never did before'?"
"You keep saying 'why didn't you tell someone?' I've tried. Not the villagers; gave up on them a long time ago. But the Faceless just kept coming, and I couldn't see no end." Kaori scowled at Jee. "So I sent a message to the Firelord. Told him exactly what was going on. And what did he do? Nothing, that's what!"
Nothing? Jee shook his head. Firelord Zuko would have done something, so it must be that he had never received the message. Jee opened his mouth to explain the dozens of ways a letter could fall between the cracks, but Kaori cut him off.
"And don't you tell me it gone and got lost, or misplaced, or thrown out by some skeptic! I sent hundreds of 'em, one after another, for nearly six years!" Kaori's eyes flashed dark and venomous. "And when I spotted them Fire navy ships puttin' in, I think to myself, 'So, he's finally gotten it all thought out and sent me some help!' And then what? Nobody comes! I go down there, and they tell me to keep my nose to myself, or else I won't keep it. And today, I see as the Firelord himself comes to the island. But what's he here for? Ship repairs!" Kaori spat on the earth. "Bah! I ain't gettin' my hopes up again."
Hoo and Wei waited for a nod from the Captain, ironically eager to get back into the Forest. Now it didn't seem nearly as creepy as this moonlight-shrouded farm.
The Captain shook his head. "The Firelord never heard a word of this," he said. "I'm certain of it. There's no way he'd leave something like this on its own."
With one eye, the sailor squinted at the woman. Odd, that they would have so many visitors in one day. Not many people visited anymore. This one was asking specifically for strange or uncharacteristic places on the island.
"That's easy," the sailor told her, after a good chuckle. "The Forest."
The woman frowned. She glanced past the village toward the trees. "What makes it so special?"
Again, the sailor chuckled. "It's cursed."
The woman's frown darkened in frustration. "I'm not really interested in folklore."
"Folklore!" the sailor cried indignantly. "That's the truth, and I'll swear it on my mother's grave! There's things in that Forest, lost souls wandering in the night. If you don't believe me, just look for yourself. But beware! If they get their hands on you, you'll be the next to mourn your soul in the moonlight."
The woman still did not look pleased with the answer, but her eyes were anxious now as she looked again to the trees. "If it's cursed," she said slowly, "Why are there so many Navy ships moored at its edge?"
Now it was the sailor's turn to frown. "What ships?"
"To the east," the woman told him. "There's a whole slew of Navy vessels anchored off the shore."
Baffled, the sailor tried to reason it out. He could think of no cause for the Navy to be interested in his little island. After all, what could even the military might of the Fire Nation do against a curse?
He shrugged. "They must have come with the Firelord."
Now it was the woman's turn to look baffled, her eyelids flickering in surprise. "The Firelord?"
As the sailor regaled her with the unexpected activity of the morning, a pair of dark-rimmed eyes studied the woman from the shadows of a booth in the closed market. How inconvenient.
The camp of the Phoenix King buzzed with activity despite the late hour. Azula smiled, amused how they sat right under Zuko's nose, in his own nation, and how he would never think to find them here.
Three soldiers bowed, their captain offering his hand as she stepped from the rowboat. She ignored the startled cries at her back as the cargo ship's naïve and unsuspecting crew were subdued by the rest of the squadron.
"Another ship for our armada, Captain," Azula said airily.
"Yes, Your Majesty," the captain replied, not daring to mention the inconvenience an entire crew of prisoners would cause them.
"Where is my father?"
"He is onboard the warship, Princess. I shall tell him you have arrived, and request an audience." The captain deepened his bow, stepping back to depart.
Annoyance flashed in Azula's eyes. "Stay where you are!"
The captain froze. He had heard others say that the princess was not who she once had been, that at times a madness took her. He had seen her on her first visit to the camp, just after she had been released; he admitted she was not as beautiful or regal as he remembered, but twelve years locked in a cage could do that to any person. He'd noticed no difference in her attitude and demeanor, but now he understood. He glanced over his shoulder, at the wild eyes glaring at him, her lips pulled back and her teeth bared like a rabid beast.
"I will announce myself," she growled. She tossed a loose strand of hair aside, and her posture straightened. Her voice settled back to its familiar lilt, but the captain could not unsee the madness in her eyes. "I'm certain he will wish to see me immediately, captain, so I will not keep him waiting."
Azula swept passed the soldiers, a single Dai Li agent trailing behind her.
The captain stepped forward, opening his mouth to protest.
The Dai Li glanced up sharply. Catching the captain's eye, he gave the slightest shake of his head. The captain recognized it not as a threat, but as a warning. There was real fear in the agent's eyes.
The captain gulped. He closed his mouth, bowing quickly even though Azula had dismissed him from her mind.
Incessant knocking interrupted Mai and Zuko's peaceful enjoyment of the silver moon as it hovered over the waves.
She glared reproachfully at the closed door, stifling a yawn. "Now what?"
Gently disentangling himself from her embrace, Zuko rose. "Maybe Ursa and Roh-Roh have decided to break the curse."
Mai threw a pillow at his head, but it made her smile. He ducked the missile just as he opened the door, but his own smile froze in surprise.
Propping herself up on an elbow, Mai peered over the back of the divan. The waterbender stood awkwardly in the doorway, hand raised as if to wave 'hello'. One look was enough to realize something was wrong.
"What is it?"
Zuko paced before the window, tousling his hair in frustration. "He should have told me."
Guilt flushed through Katara. "I'm sorry we didn't, Zuko. There was so much going on, and Aang didn't understand yet what had happened. He didn't want to worry anyone."
"How long has Aang been..." Mai hesitated, struggling to find the right words.
"Not the Avatar?" Katara suggested wryly.
Mai shrugged.
"I'm not sure." Katara turned to Zuko. "He said it happened some time when you were investigating the Guild."
A memory surfaced in Zuko's mind. Late at night, he and Aang were waiting for word from Toph. He remembered Aang jolting up as if from a nightmare. Remembered a distance in his friend, a weight on his shoulders.
Zuko shook his head, letting it sink into his hands.
"What is it, Zuko?" Mai asked, concerned.
"I should have known. I knew something was wrong, but I was so worried about Roh-Roh..." He shook his head again. "He said it was nothing, and I let myself believe it." His face darkened. "But I knew it was a lie. I should have pressed him. I should have made him tell me. Maybe this wouldn't have happened."
Mai snorted softly. "It's a nice sentiment, but Zuko, what could you have done? Accompanied him to the Spirit World? You may not be a hothead anymore, but you're not exactly a spiritual guru."
"She's right, Zuko," Katara said. "And I didn't come here to lay blame. Whatever this is, it's bigger than any of us. I'm certain of it."
Zuko looked at her, frowning. "Why did you come here?"
Reaching into the cloak by her side, Katara pulled out an old scroll. Though it had seen much use of late, traces of dust still remained. "This is the journal of Avatar Haku," she explained. "This is what gave Aang the idea to try journeying to the Spirit World through meditation during the solstice. But there's another method of travel he mentions." She opened the scroll on the table before them, pointing out a section of script. "He mentions different areas of the world that are closer to the Spirit World, more attuned to it. You remember the Spirit Oasis in the North Pole?"
Zuko coughed softly. It was one of the first times he'd actually managed to catch the Avatar and hold onto him for a while. "Yeah."
"Haku says he discovered another one in the Fire Nation, on Imru."
Mai frowned. "Is Imru close by?"
"This is it," Katara said, surprised.
Zuko nodded slowly. "This place has been known as Xing Shu Yi for years; even the locals sometimes forget its true name."
"The curse probably doesn't help much," Mai said with a thin smile.
Katara raised an eyebrow. "What–"
But for the second time, they were interrupted by an urgent knock at the door.
Mai rolled her eyes at Zuko as he rose to answer it. "I guess it's going to be one of those days."
Zuko had never even heard whispers of the Faceless. He stared around at the nightmarish figures, his brain churning. How could this happen? How could he not know?
The Firelord did not waste time traveling to the farm, guided by the rather unenthusiastic Wei. At the soldier's advice, Katara accompanied them, along with Admiral Jeong Jeong and –at Katara's request– Sokka and Suki. Uncertain what waited for them on this mysterious night trek, Zuko did not let word spread. Mai was not happy about staying behind, but their visitors had stirred others in the inn. For the sake of keeping them –especially the innkeeper– too occupied to be suspicious, she agreed to fake a bit of morning sickness, and maybe a ridiculous craving or two.
Captain Jee met them as they passed through the low wall encompassing the farm.
"What is this?" Zuko asked.
"I'm not sure," Jee admitted. He gestured toward an old man, standing with his hands on hips before the farmhouse.
With a jolt, Zuko realized it was the man from the market, the one who had seemed so disgusted by him. He stood defiant, as if preparing to bar them from his home with his last breath.
"Kaori hasn't been entirely helpful," Jee said, "But as far as I can tell, these...Faceless have been inhabiting the island for decades. Longer. He said his father and his grandfather cared for them. They're the reason Kaori refuses to leave the Forest."
"And no doubt also the reason the villagers fear it so," Jeong Jeong said.
Jee nodded. He glanced at the Admiral, saying, "It seems there was more than just a grain of truth to this story."
Zuko's gaze still focused on Kaori, and the old man met it with a rebellious gleam.
"Why didn't he tell anyone?" Zuko asked the Captain.
"He was afraid," Jee replied softly. "The villagers believe the legends, that the Cursed Ones are monsters and murderers. They're cursed, for certain, but he swears they're harmless. He thought the villagers would hurt them."
Zuko nodded slowly. That made sense... But there was more to the story. "What else would you like to tell me, Captain?"
An involuntary flush colored Jee's cheeks. His face always betrayed his thoughts, and it now it was pinched and uncertain. He coughed gently. "Kaori also claims that he tried to inform you about this...predicament."
Zuko frowned. He racked his brain, but he was certain the old man didn't mention it at the market. "He wasn't very friendly today."
"Not today," Jee explained. "He sent messages to the Palace, apparently a good number. None of them were ever answered."
"Troubling, indeed," Jeong Jeong mused.
Jee rubbed sheepishly at the back of his neck. "That might explain his earlier behavior."
Zuko nodded again. "Looks like I have some explaining to do myself."
When Katara caught sight of the first one, she gasped.
"Nothing to be frightened of, miss," Wei assured her. "At least, we don't think so."
But Katara wasn't listening. She broke away from the small group and walked toward the Faceless. Without hesitation, she peered into his vacant face, took his hand.
"What is it, Katara?" Sokka asked.
"Do you remember the siege at the North Pole, when Aang traveled into the Spirit World?"
"Yeah, of course."
"He mentioned something about a Face Stealer. Koh." She shook her head, a tear forming on her lash. "He never did like to talk about him."
Sokka frowned, stepping forward to examine the Faceless.
"What if this is the reason Aang hasn't come back?" The words tumbled out of her on a wave of newfound hope as she gazed around at the other Faceless. "What if he learned about this and he's trying to set it right?"
Sokka and Suki exchanged a quick glance, and he put a comforting arm around Katara's shoulder. "You never know, little sister."
While the others stared around at the eerie inhabitants of the farm, Jeong Jeong gazed farther into the Forest. Zuko noted the frown of concern on his Admiral's face.
"What is it?" he asked quietly.
Jeong Jeong pointed up at the sky. Zuko looked hard for a moment before he saw it: a stack of smoke curling up into the night, blackening the beams of moonlight.
"It appears to be from a large number of vessels," Jeong Jeong said, keeping his voice low so as not to alarm the others. "And the port lies on the opposite side of the island."
Zuko frowned now, too.
"Your Majesty," Jee said quickly, alarmed. "Kaori did mention something else that I thought was odd. He claimed that navy vessels have weighed anchor on the island. When he tried to talk to them, they ran him off."
The three exchanged troubled glances.
"I know of nothing that would bring navy vessels to this island," Jeong Jeong said, "Or of any orders to do so. I assume you do not, either, Your Majesty?"
Zuko shook his head.
"With recent events, this concerns me." Jeong Jeong glanced into the forest, toward the imagined navy ships. "I wish to take no chances; I will set a patrol around the perimeter of the farm, and send a few scouts to see what's going on over there."
"I will investigate," Jee said with a firm nod.
"I'm certain one of my soldiers will accompany you," Jeong Jeong said. "Take Corporal Si Yung; he has great skill in stealth that should prove useful."
As Jee retreated with a bow, Zuko glared into the trees, as if by looking hard enough he could see what lay beyond.
Only a single warship graced the Phoenix King's makeshift armada. The others were smaller vessels, some equipped for battle, but mostly sluggish cargo ships. It was a pitiful sight, but Azula knew their victory would not hinge on any battlefield.
No docks edged this unsettled section of coast. The ships weighed anchor farther out, while dozens of rowboats lay beached on the sand, ready at any moment to shuttle the soldiers to their respective vessel.
The warship alone was accessible by land. A single natural bridge of rock jutted toward the sea, just before a great ravine in the water. The warship's gangplank was lowered to connect the small distance between the rock and the ship.
Two soldiers stood guard at the bottom of the gangplank, and they bowed deep, neither protesting the princess' presence. Inside, a third soldier greeted her in kind. He led her to a closed iron door and told her to wait.
Azula did not like waiting. She contemplated scorching his ear for such impertinence, but she knew every soldier would still be needed. Father would not be pleased if she maimed one for such a trivial matter. And she needed to please her father.
A moment later, the soldier returned to usher her in.
The ship's war room had been converted into a temporary throne room. Admirals and generals stood about the strategy table, softly discussing which islands they could conquer with ease and which would require more force. Ozai watched them from his throne. It was not a true throne, only a makeshift representation of one. But with Ozai seated upon it, every inch the commanding ruler, one forgot to notice the sorry seat.
Azula found herself daunted by the powerful image, and a niggling doubt prodded at her brain. Failure, it hissed. Disappointment. She clenched her fists, fighting the fear rising in her throat. She had not failed, she assured herself. Her success had merely been delayed. She would find Zuko again –hunt him down like a beast, if she had to– and this time she would kill him.
The lie convinced her, and confidence surged through her chest. Holding her head high, she strode to the back of the room, prostrating herself before her father's throne.
Ozai said nothing.
Azula frowned. She cast a quick glance upward; the Phoenix King's gaze remained fixed on his war council. Why did he not look at her? Had he not noticed her?
Fury flushed her face, but Azula choked back the words begging to burst from her tongue. She swallowed hard, fighting to calm her mind. Lowering her head once more, she rested her hot forehead on the metal floor and allowed the coolness to wash the heat of fury from her.
"I have returned, Father."
For a long moment, Ozai still refused to acknowledge her.
Azula's anger returned full force, but with it came a hint of fear. Her confidence slipped away, and she wondered how truly disappointed he was.
The Phoenix King finally spoke, addressing his council. "Gentlemen," he said. "Attend to your ships for the time, and I will send for you when I require your council."
The collective generals and admirals scraped and bowed, departing quickly. None, Azula noticed with grim satisfaction, dared to step near her. At least her years away had not lowered her in the sight of her subjects.
They retreated into the passage, and still Ozai did not look at her. The clank of the heavy iron door resounded through the chamber as it closed behind them and yet he did not speak.
Sweat trickled down Azula's sides, beneath her shirt, as the minutes dragged on. She swallowed hard, remembering the moment Zuko had been at her mercy, enraged and utterly powerless. How easy it would have been to end him there. Too easy. Her instructions had been to kill him at all costs, but she had to make him suffer. Mere death was not enough punishment for her dear brother; her father would understand that.
The Phoenix King stood, hands clasped behind his back. "Make your report," he said, his voice sharp.
Azula flinched, but his anger was not as potent as she had expected. As she opened her mouth to answer, she raised her eyes and realized that Ozai was not speaking to her.
Behind her, bowed low to the floor, the Dai Li answered. "The assassination failed, Your Majesty. The Earth King was already on alert, expecting an attack from the Guild, which Kuzarr did not anticipate."
Ozai frowned. The Guild had been useful pawns to distract Zuko from the Fire Nation, but their involvement should have ended there. Evidently, they decided to vie for power themselves. Unfortunate.
"Zuko was also prepared," the Dai Li continued, "Warned by Admiral Jeong Jeong about Kuzarr's allegiance. Kuzarr was captured at Ba Sing Se, along with all of my comrades."
Ozai pursed his lips. "Unsettling," he decided, "But not altogether important. It is a pity to lose Kuzarr. He has proven invaluable."
Azula snorted.
The burning gaze of the Phoenix King turned on her. "At least he did not so utterly fail me, Azula."
Azula flinched, bowing deeper into the floor, each word slicing through her soul.
"How is it that Zuko still lives? How is it that you have failed me again? How is it that you–"
Indignation flared in her heart and Azula's head shot up to return her father's glare. "He needed to suffer!"
Ozai's frown deepened, but one of his eyebrows rose. In curiosity? Azula hoped so. Perhaps it had not occurred to him that a just punishment should be in store for Zuko. Her brother must be made an example of. Perhaps her forethought would redeem her in his eyes.
Ozai circled toward her, eyes narrowing. "Do you think this is about revenge, Azula?"
Azula blinked, taken aback. "N-not entirely," she stammered. A flush of anger caught her tongue. "But vengeance must be had! We must show to the world what happens when someone defies us! Zuko betrayed us, betrayed you. He must pay for that."
Ozai scoffed, breaking eye contact with her. "Vengeance is a path for fools."
She rocked back, as if physically struck. "I –I don't understand."
"You would not."
His words were harsh, dismissive. He did not look at her again, and Azula ground her teeth.
"You wasted your time chasing your brother across the Earth Kingdom, hoping to make him suffer. But he bested you at every turn, and now you have no victory to show for your trouble."
Azula bent low once more, heart pounding in her ears. "What are you saying?"
"You are a fool!"
Azula flinched.
Ozai sighed, not with regret but disgust. Hot tears stung at Azula's eyes as he turned away from her once more.
"You should have killed him the moment you had the opportunity. Now I must clean up after you."
"No!" Azula surged to her feet. "I can do it! I will kill him. I just need time. I'll find him again, and this time I'll finish him."
Ozai turned his eyes back on her, but there was no satisfaction in them. "You have already wasted more chances then you should have ever received."
"Please!" The cry tore from her throat on a choking sob. She threw herself at his feet. "I won't fail you again!" Tears spilled from her eyes as she clutched at the hem of his robe. She clawed at the fabric, not even aware of her actions as her vision blurred and her mind's eye conjured the image of another turning her back on Azula long ago. "I swear it, Father; I'll never disappoint you again, but don't leave me!"
Ozai stared down at his daughter's pitifully trembling form, stunned. Once such a powerful weapon, now diluted by fits of madness. What could he do with such a creature?
"If I may, Your Majesty...?"
The raspy voice oozed from between the shadows, and Azula flinched. A small figure in the corner of the room disentangled itself from the darkness, moving to stand at the Phoenix King's side. Min spared the disgraced princess one careless glance before bowing her head before Ozai.
Ozai's eyes glimmered with pleasure. He did not know yet what she would suggest, but he knew Min was not one of idle words. "Speak."
Azula flinched again, remembering when that gaze had been reserved for her. For the prodigy princess. The Firelord's right hand. Min's voice brought Azula back to reality and, realizing she grasped at her father's hem, she thrust the fabric away, scurrying back.
Min did not look at the princess, but Azula caught the smirk of her lips nonetheless.
"Perhaps the princess's foolhardy actions could now be used to our advantage."
Knuckles bleached white with pressure, Azula dug her broken fingernails into the flesh of her palm. Foolhardy. Who was this woman, a mere peasant, to call her actions foolhardy? If this had been any other council of war between the Fire royals, Azula would have struck her down on the spot. And no one would have uttered a word, because the princess would have been in the right. But now... Why did her father merely nod?
"I have seen the waterbender in the village," Min continued, pausing once to cough. "If the Avatar is also here, that could prove most inconvenient. I must remind you," she said, her dark voice growing sharp, "That he could still potentially unravel our plans. He need only to disrupt the anchor, and the passageway will crumble."
"That must not happen," Ozai thundered.
Min inclined her head in agreement. "I shall require a doubled guard about the anchor, to ensure its safety." She glanced at the Dai Li agent, still prostrate on the floor. "Give me leave to use him, Your Majesty; he would prove most advantageous should someone attempt to attack the cave."
Ozai nodded. "Take him."
Azula clenched her teeth. It was sickening, watching this woman pull at her father's strings. She said 'give me leave', but her voice commanded his will. Min knew exactly what to say, and exactly how to say it.
As if sensing the princess's thoughts, Min shot her another unconcerned glance. Their gaze met for an instant, and each knew the contempt of the other. Those dark, sunken eyes bore into Azula's mind, and she shivered. Min smirked and turned away, while Azula silently cursed herself for giving way.
She did not fear Min. The woman was only mortal, after all, and not nearly as talented or clever as everyone seemed to think. She had a weak constitution, barely able to make it through an hour without sitting and wheezing to catch her breath. Despite her mysterious dark arts, she was truly mortal, and a pitiful one at that. But seeing Min –her pale face, her dark eyes, her gray lips– reminded Azula of that night, up on the cliffs. Of that horrible, stark face...
Ozai's gaze rested on Min, probing for any reaction in her face. "You also spoke of the Firelord being on the island. Could he in any way disrupt our plan?"
Sunken eyes drifting upward, Min considered it. "I can think of no way. Freeing the anchor is both a physical and spiritual task. I doubt your son has the ability to perform it."
"And what do you suggest of the princess?" Ozai pressed, waving a dismissive hand at Azula.
"We must learn if the Avatar is here," Min replied, "And how much he knows. Though foolhardy, the princess has proved at least elusive. And if she is caught, well, they will naturally assume that she has come to hunt her brother down once more."
"Very well," Ozai said, nodding. His thunderous gaze turned on his daughter. "Min's suggestion is sound, Princess Azula. You will learn what you can about our enemies."
Azula slowly rose to her feet, biting her tongue. Princess, he called her. Had she not been ---Firelord--- Azula once before? "Of course, Father." She bowed her head low. "And given the chance, I shall finish Zuko."
"No," Ozai snapped. "Stealth is our ally now. It is possible Zuko is oblivious to our presence here; we shall not announce it. Keep to the shadows. Do not reveal yourself. What we need now is information."
Bowing low, Azula backed toward the door. "As you wish, Your Majesty."
But Ozai's attention had already moved elsewhere.
Corporal Si Yung led Captain Jee through the Forest. Though an underling, Si Yung had already scoured the perimeter and he also had the added benefit of having learned stealth at the feet of a master. When Jeong Jeong first returned, he spent most of his time teaching some interesting curriculum to promising young soldiers.
Jee, as a navy man, never had much use for moving soundlessly through unpredictable terrain or disappearing at a moment's notice. He wasn't doing awful, just slow.
At the edge of the Forest, Si Yung waited patiently for the Captain to catch up.
"Don't leave the protection of the Forest, sir," he whispered, "Not until we take a look."
Jee nodded, but he wondered if the obvious comment was intended as snarky. His eyes caught sight of the smoke through the trees, and he had more important things to worry about.
The smoke rose in a great thick stack, black as coal and obviously from the belly of a ship. Jee had seen enough in his time to know. But beyond the line of trees, unseen from the farmhouse, several smaller columns of smoke fluttered up from dozens of scattered fires along the beach.
If the number of bonfires dismayed the two spies, it was nothing compared to the realization that the camp was crowded with nearly two-hundred men. Standards proudly boasted banners throughout the camp, bearing not the insignia of the Fire Nation, but the nearly forgotten symbol of the Phoenix King.
Si Yung and Jee glanced at one another, the grim horror each felt reflected in the other. Without a word, they backed away from the beach, retreating into the cover of the Forest. But as they retreated to return with word to the Firelord, a spark of flame caught their attention.
"Going somewhere, gentlemen?"
Haku and Aang stared at Koh in shock and dismay.
"You're mad," Aang said.
Koh cackled. "Not mad, Avatar. Just bored."
Surprised, they both looked to Haku. The ghost slowly shook his head, unable to pull his gaze from the spirit.
"We fought side by side once against a similar evil, Koh," Haku insisted. "I can't believe that you would so readily dismiss that hard-won victory."
Koh's lips curled back, not in a smile this time, but revealing bared teeth. "Much time has passed since then," he snarled. He blinked to the weathered face of a bitter man, his temple pulsing in fury. "And for those hundreds and hundreds of years, I have sat patiently, keeping guard over Nithe, watching over your successors, nudging them back into place, and slinking from side to side of the Balance with all the others as it trembled and swayed. And I have grown so very tired."
At the mention of Nithe, Haku's eyes flickered up to the source of darkness from the Tree. Koh followed his gaze.
The creature turned back to Haku, a cruel smile pulling at his lips. "This must be killing you."
Haku's eyes jerked back to Koh's face, jaw clenched.
Koh chuckled. "Of course. It was a hard-won victory, my dear Haku, but for you it cost everything. You may have impressed the spirits with your selflessness at the time, proven the worth of mortals, but now, a thousand years later, you see that your sacrifice ultimately came to naught."
Haku turned away, fists balled in rage.
Aang glanced between the two, frowning.
"I suppose it is you I must thank, Haku," Koh went on, his voice dripping civility. "Without such constant, close exposure to the remains of Nithe's essence, I may never have realized how truly bored I was."
The creature treated the former Avatar to a warm smile and Haku's composure slipped. A strangled cry tore from his throat and he leapt at Koh, striking out. But the dead Avatar's ghost passed through the spirit with no effect, and the remnants of his essence drifted back to the ground beside Aang.
"A pity ghosts cannot be relieved of their faces," Koh mused, cocking his head as Haku's form slouched in defeat. "It would have made such a nice addition to my collection."
Horror and revulsion clawed up Aang's throat, accompanied by the hot metallic taste of rage, and he fought to keep them from his face.
As if sensing this, Koh turned to Aang and the face of a withered old man gave him a cheeky wink.
"You remember my collection, of course, Avatar Aang?"
Of course Aang remembered it. Some nights it haunted his dreams, and whenever a solstice came, a pang of panic caught him as he wondered whether Koh had slipped between the worlds to hunt a new prize.
Around him, the curtains of shadow rippled, and with a start he realized something new had appeared. Where before he only glimpsed dense foliage, now silhouettes drifted about between the bushes and trees. But something was...wrong. Aang leaned forward, squinting for a better look. One of the figures turned toward him, and Aang stumbled back as the smooth flesh of a Faceless returned his stare.
"Aren't they beautiful?" Koh said, his own face surfacing once more with a frightening smile.
Aang composed himself. He refused to let this creature see him squirm. Forcing his voice to a neutral lilt, he asked. "What have you done to those people?"
If Koh was disappointed by the dullness of his tone, he didn't show it. He dropped down from the Tree with a tired sigh. "Oh, them? Nothing much."
He circled Aang, the skittering of his legs sending vole goose bumps over the Avatar's flesh.
Aang knew it then. Perhaps it was the voice of Kuruk suddenly screaming in his head, but the pieces began to fall into place. Connections between the spirit and mortal world were few in number, and hard to find. But Koh had spent his entire lifetime creating them at will, snatching someone's face away, and stretching their essence across two planes. If some of their bodies still remained on the other side...
"You don't like them, do you, Avatar?" Koh teased, switching through another procession of faces.
Steeling himself, Aang turned to meet the spirit's laughing gaze. He drew himself up and his voice reverberated through the darkness. "I challenge you, Face Stealer. I challenge you for every face in your collection."
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RMD-1, a novel microtubule-associated protein, functions in chromosome segregation in Caenorhabditis elegans
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JCB: CORRECTION JCB 241 RMD-1, a novel microtubule-associated protein, functions in chromosome segregation in Caenorhabditis elegans Kumiko Oishi, Hideyuki Okano, and Hitoshi Sawa Vol. 179 No. 6, December 17, 2007. Pages 1149–1162. In this article, we described the function of a novel microtubule-associated protein RMD-1 in chromosome segregation in the early C. elegans embryo. We initially identified the rmd-1 gene by the mutant (os21) that showed the abnormal cell lineage in postembryonic development (Psa phenotype for phasmid socket absent). We described that the Psa phenotype of rmd-1(os21) was rescued by the DNA fragments containing the rmd-1 gene. We also described that tm1457 mutants that had a deletion in the gene showed the Psa phenotype and did not complement os21 for the Psa phenotype. However, we recently repeated the experiments to find that these descriptions are incorrect due to inappropriate evaluation of the Psa phenotype in previous experiments. Therefore, although os21 contains a missense mutation in the rmd-1 gene, the Psa phenotype of os21 mutants is unlikely to be caused by the mutation in the gene. However, this correction does not affect any conclusions of the paper on the function of the rmd-1 gene in early C. elegans embryos, because we used RNAi for the analyses of the gene function. We apologize to the readers for any confusion that may have been caused by this inaccuracy in our previous report. T H E J O U R N A L O F C E L L B IO L O G Y

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We report on the design, fabrication, and implementation of grating-waveguide structures (GWS) for intracavity polarization and wavelength selection as well as wavelength tuning. The GWS discussed in this Letter is a combination of a low-index leaky-mode waveguide, a subwavelength diffraction grating, and a highly reflective mirror that was designed to operate in Littrow configuration. Using our device as the end mirror of an Yb:YAG thin-disk laser allowed the extraction of beams that exhibit an extremely narrow laser emission bandwidth of FWHM and a high degree of linear polarization of . Moreover, the GWS allows a wavelength tuning range from 1007 to 1053 nm. The high-power suitability and the low loss of the GWS was demonstrated by the intracavity use in an Yb:YAG thin-disk laser with an output power of 325 W in multimode operation () and with 110 W in fundamental-mode operation (), exhibiting optical efficiencies of 53.2% and 36.2%, respectively. An output power of 1.8 kW, corresponding to a power density of 125 kW/cm2 on the grating, was achieved in further higher-power experiments.
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As the deviation title suggests, this is the finished cover for Man-Gull #1. Never in a million years did I think it would turn out this well, but thanks to Jesse's mad Photoshop skillz, this looks like something that people might actually want to buy.
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Fire... Air... Water... Earth. Currently, the four nations are enjoying a timely era of peace, but this was not always the nature of things. Half a century ago, the last and final Avatar, a waterbender named Korra, vanquished a maniacal extremist who called himself Amon, and hoped to rid the world of bending forever. Sadly, shortly after this triumph, Korra was killed by an illness in her sleep, and, for reasons unknown, was not reincarnated. Though at first her immediate absence was met with worldwide panic, this reaction was short-lived. As the years passed, the wounds left by her disappearance scabbed over, and have now all but faded entirely. Now, is an era of science, and it appears... spiritual figures such as the Avatar are no longer needed to maintain balance. However, there are some that say this peace is the calm before a great storm, one that, if the Avatar fails to return, will reduce the world to ashes. But these few are surely out of their minds. Surely.
Drowning in Midair
Monday, October 3rd, 2072 AD
They had tried to brainwash him. Hiro laughed at the thought; they had underestimated his mind. And all the little things they did manage to take were rushing back right now, as he fanned his vision across the glorious immensity of Republic City far below.
He remembered everything. The experiments, the torturous "skin tests," but most of all, he remembered what they did to Kirima. What they made him watch.
He still didn't quite know what had truly happened to her. He'd heard gunshots, and then, days later, he'd seen her corpse.
But that hadn't been the end of it. The people from the other side had stashed her body in a tank of blue liquid, and left it there for a few weeks. Each day, they would call him out of his cell to watch the microbes in the water go to work on her ripped skin and shattered bones. Why? He still didn't know.
Doctor Stone had mentioned something about "emotional mapping," but he'd never really been listening. He'd just been staring at Kirima's corpse.
It looked like his companion had been hit at point-blank range by a firing squad. And yet, each day, she got a little better. Within days, you could no longer see her intestines. And now, she was set to regain consciousness fairly soon. At least, that's what Hiro assumed. A timer projected inside the glass of the tank had been counting down since that first day. It currently displayed 00: 00: 21:32. Days, hours, minutes, and seconds, he guessed.
Kirima's hand shot out, and the men jumped in unison. Anyu, who was seated next to her, leaned closer as she flattened it against the glass.
Hiro only backed away. Was she waking up? If so, she was almost a day early.
Anyu placed his hand on the tank, just above Kirima's. Her eyes slid open, and focused on him.
She opened her mouth, then shut it. She flexed her fingers, then her toes. She drew a sharp breath, but only sucked up more liquid. Panic filled her eyes as she tried again, and got the same result.
"She's drowning!" Anyu yelled, "Somebody get her out!"
The door to the cargo bay flew open, revealing yet another scientist. This one was a stubby man with a goatee and round glasses. An Alarm pulsed from the cockpit as he smoothed his rumpled lab coat.
"What's going on in here?"
"You heard me!" Anyu screeched, "She can't—"
At that moment, the tank popped with the force of a small bomb. First came the glass, which dug a gash into Anyu's left arm, and split Hiro's shoulder. Then, beads of pressurized water perforated the air, peppering the men with tiny wounds. The chubby scientist had hidden behind the door to avoid the shards, but the spray caught him between the eyes.
"Miles!" the pilot called. The scientist, who was apparently named "Miles," cried out, and crumpled backwards.
Hiro grabbed his shoulder. The cut was deep.
Anyu had curled into the fetal position.
Kirima stood in a wreath of water and glass. Her body was completely dry. And completely naked, but Hiro was too busy trying to stop his bleeding to really focus on that.
He could hear the pilot radioing to the rest of their convoy.
"She's awake!" he screamed.
And he kept on screaming, until Kirima shot an icicle into his neck. Then, all he could do was gargle.
"You idiot!" Hiro seethed through gritted teeth, "you just killed the pilot!"
Kirima wasn't listening. Anger burned in her eyes.
She thrust her arm downward, and water from the floor dripped upwards to encase it. With a flattening of her palm, the water froze to form a gauntlet of solid ice. For most people, busting the cargo bay door down would've been fine. But no, Kirima decided she needed make a new one. In the wall.
Hiro shielded his face as she punched a gaping hole in the plane's hull. The weak outside air fought to drink the cabin's atmosphere, and soon, it ripped Kirima through the breach in a single, ravenous gulp.
Anyu screamed her name over the roar of the hungry wind, but for nothing. She had vanished completely in the blink of an eye.
Jefferson considered himself learned in the art of screaming at others. He'd been honing his craft ever since that stepfather of his had moved in. but even after all his years of training, this latest argument was taking a lot out of him.
Everyone in his jet was standing now, some jabbing fingers at the crashing plane, others shouting about the person who'd "jumped out, and surfed to the city below.
Jefferson hadn't been looking, but apparently, one of the astronauts. A "waterbender," had spun a column of water out of a river cutting through a park, and used it to reach the ground safely.
"Everyone just calm down!" Jefferson shrieked.
The mass of frantic scientists and soldiers fell silent. Thank god, Jefferson thought, that was my last shot.
One more yell, and he'd be croaking like a rusty pipe for weeks.
"Let the nanofibers repair the plane. We've got a mission to complete."
"What mission?" Dr. Stone's voice was steady. "It would appear that the point was to establish a peaceful first contact. Thanks to the waterbender, any chance of that is minuscule."
Jefferson's gaze flicked to the damaged plane. It had lowered itself to a safe altitude to begin repairs, and was currently drifting over a cluster of seaside rooftops. He could just make out citizens below it, scurrying about in surprise and confusion. They looked like ants down there. Right after someone had planted a boot right in the middle of their mound.
Jefferson nodded. "Stone's right," he decided, "Abort everything. Tell the general—"
At that moment, something thudded onto the roof of the plane, vibrating the walls. A pike of ice ruptured the hull, and its tip expanded outward to form a sort of grappling hook.
Jefferson realized exactly what was about to happen. "Everyone get down!"
He dragged Stone to the floor, seconds before a hunk of the wall was ripped clean off by the ice hook. Claws of air raked the men as the pressure levels fought to equalize.
Jefferson looked up, and into the eyes of Kirima, who stared back through the hole. Her hair whipped in the wind, just shrouding her eyes, two disks of sapphire fury.
"Jefferson!" She screamed, "I'd love to let you live..." She grinned wickedly, and brandished an arm encased in ice. "...but I'm afraid that can't be arranged."
Jefferson dove for the bench opposite the ruptured wall, and scurried under it. He charged his sidearm as the other soldiers finally decided it was time to do something
Two burly marines—including that one refrigerator-sized dude from earlier—ripped a pair of rail guns from their charging docks on the wall above Jefferson's bench, and started firing.
Pellets sizzled through the air, but failed to find their target. Kirima had crawled out of sight while the men were gathering their weapons
The air was getting thinner by the minute, and Jefferson stole a breath from a hanging oxygen mask before Kirima came back. The marines did the same. The scientists were huddled in a corner, taking turns with a single mask. A moment of silence. Jefferson was able to focus on the siren that had been blaring for the past ten minutes.
The marines panned their vision over the cabin. Thumps and bangs resonated from the outside. Kirima was crawling on the outside of the plane.
Jefferson primed his pistol.
"You people tore me to shreds," Kirima shouted from the outside, "and then, you kept me in a wet coffin for four weeks.
A drop of water hit Jefferson's nose. He looked up to find that the ceiling was leaking. The marines were noticing it too
Water dripped from tiny seams in the roof, impervious to regular rain. She was guiding the liquid, forcing it through the cracks.
"What do you think?" Kirima yelled from the roof, "Are we having fun yet?" That was it for the marines. They opened fire through the roof, shooting for where the suspected her to be
They were wrong. All their assault did was let more water in. A new stream soaked Jefferson, and he decided it was best to get back under that bench.
The pilot's voice rang out over the torrent. He'd been screaming at the general through the intercom for the past few minutes or so, but now, his tone was especially severe.
"She's on the plane, damn it! Forget 'reinforcements,' we need everything! These people are monsters! Send in the damn Colossus if you have to!
Jefferson heard something shoot through the cockpit ceiling. An Icicle, he guessed. Either way, the pilot wasn't screaming anymore. Shortly after, the command console reported that autopilot had been engaged
Kirima's laughter drifted through the walls. "Alright, enough playing around." Jefferson slithered out to grab another breath, but before he could reach the bag, Kirima let loose her final blow.
A torrent of water surged through the breach, soaking everyone to the bone. Under the bench, Jefferson could see the water rise inch by inch. The marines pounded more holes in the ceiling and walls. Jefferson fought for that breath.
More and more gallons poured in by the minute. Soon, Jefferson was standing in a foot of water. Then two feet. Then three. As the water gobbled up his waste, Jefferson stole a look out the window. The shuttle Kirima had leaped out of had now crashed completely. Its carcass had tunneled a ditch into the river Kirima had used. Red and blue flashes littered the scene, cast by this world's equivalent of firefighters.
The water was up to his shoulders now, and they were losing altitude. It didn't take an idiot to realize they would soon join the first jet in the river. Jefferson searched for the third jet. He could just see it far behind them, backtracking to the wormhole.
Jefferson prayed for their safe passage. Kirima couldn't possibly get to them from here, could she?
The water was up to his chin.
Doctor Stone swam over to him, and Jefferson prepared for a lecture on why he should've left the man to his research, but such a scolding never came.
"Sir," Stone said, "It's been an honor."
Jefferson took of his sunglasses, and met his friend's gaze. "You too, Stone." They shook hands underwater.
Outside the plane, Kirima chuckled to herself as she felt water rise to the ceiling.
Her laughter died, however, when something warm and wet trickled into her eyes. When she finished rubbing them, her knuckles came away covered in blood. She quickly checked her reflection in a handheld globe of water. What she found wrenched a scream from her lungs. A gash was forming on her forehead, winding its way from her left temple to her hairline. On its own.
Kirima felt herself tumbling backward in slow-motion, off the roof of the plane, and down to the river below.
Seconds later, her body thudded into the current.
Airplane Hands
Chen's hospital ward had a good view of Republic City Park. Too tired to move from his bed, he had witnessed the events of the past hour as they unfolded.
Three beefed up space shuttles had soared out of the wormhole, and then, two of them had crashed into the riverbank just across the street. Well, Chen realized, 'crashed' is a bit of a strong term. Really, they had lowered themselves to the ground with rotating, wing-mounted jet engines, and then been pulverized by crowds of frightened benders. A few nonbenders had fired at the planes with firearms, but the real damaged had come from the earthbenders. A quick rock column through the hull, and it was lights out.
Policemen and firefighters were swarming the wreckage now, cutting holes in the planes with chainsaws. They had already liberated a few survivors. And carted away plenty who hadn't made it.
Min and Tara rested next to him, oblivious of the chaos six floors below.
Ying had been sitting by his bedside, reading an issue of "Comet Girl," but he'd dashed outside the second the jets had landed. Simple things like safety and the law weren't going to get between that guy and the scientific discovery of the millennium.
Chen's left hand was in his pocket, clutching the napkin given to him by Doctor Huang. On it were directions to the man's lab.
His mind was putting two and two together pretty quickly. If he realty was the first Avatar in thirty years, and if there really was a war brewing between the two sides... Wasn't it his duty to stop it? It just seemed so hard to believe.
And then, there was the question of his bending. If he was the Avatar, the sole protector of everything bending... Then why couldn't he bend? He'd tried a few times since the vision in the museum, but so far, all he'd done was embarrass himself in front of the nurses. And, once in front of his parents, when they'd dropped by for a visit without warning.
Here was a nurse now.
The woman hurried over to the blinds, drew them shut, and then put on a brave smile for Chen.
That's great, and all, Chen thought, but, you know, I've already seen everything.
"And how are we doing today?" The nurse asked. Chen could see the worry in her eyes.
"Fine, fine." Chen replied. Needless to say, his mind was elsewhere.
"You'll be feeling a lot better soon, I'm sure!" the nurse replied, "'cause you're free to go! All of you."
Chen glanced at the window. "We are?"
"You bet! Your parents should be here any minute."
Chen leaned back, and closed his eyes. "Sweet," he whispered.
The nurse woke the girls, and ten minutes later, they were sitting together on a sofa in the lobby, watching the aftermath of the crash across the street through the translucent front doors.
Ying had joined them seconds earlier.
"It's a real mess out there," he reported, "This one guy had his head burnt clean off! And then there was this other two—a science-looking guy and a freakish pale dude in a suit—who almost drowned. Inside the plane." He stood up, and started waving his hand around like a fighter jet, all the while making the noise of rocket engines. "The technology on those things're amazing," he continued, "each one's twice the size of your average airship! And yet they fly like nobody's business."
Chen smiled. He was glad to see somebody was getting a kick out of all this.
"Man, if I could just get my hands on some blueprints, or an engine, or something..."
At that moment, Chen's parents burst through the double doors. As they neared, Chen noticed them to be locked in a heated argument.
"I'll tell you why he's out of the picture, Hong," Chen's Mom growled, "He's practically a criminal. That mansion of his is built on the lives of those poorer than him."
"He did what he had to support his family," His dad shot back, "after the university, he and Jing had nothing."
"Well, I wouldn't call his private airship 'support'. He may have had good intentions once, but now he's just showing off."
Both suddenly realized they had been fighting in front of their children, and tried to cover it up with smiles and cheery greetings.
"Hi, kids!" both exclaimed.
If they grinned any wider, Chen worried their faces might tear off.
"Ying, we're giving you a ride," Chen's Mom informed, "and Tara, your mom left the island half an hour ago; she should be here any minute."
Tara nodded.
Ying, Chen, and Min rose to leave with Hong and Jia, exchanging farewells with Tara as they headed for the door.
Ying ran ahead, and Chen heard his parents resume their argument in hushed tones as he and Min raced to catch up.
"So who were you guys talking about?" Ying blurted once they'd all piled into the car. "Who built his life on the poor?"
Jia and Hong shared a glance.
"Chen's uncle Jun," Hong stated. "We just... might be visiting him soon."
This was the first Chen had heard of this, but he decided to remain silent. He didn't want to reignite the argument.
Instead, he turned to Ying, who was scrawling something on his hand with a pen.
"Just figuring something out," he explained, noticing Chen's interest, "If the wormhole remains open for the foreseeable future, whoever sent those planes is going to realize what we did to them, and send more. Those things are crazy advanced, a century ahead of us at least. If they send an army of those over here..."
"Okay!" Jia spoke up, "let's not be negative about this. The URSA is already working on a way to close the wormhole. I'm sure we'll hit a breakthrough soon, and all of this will be nothing more than a bad memory."
Chen smiled for her benefit. Ying just kept staring at his hand.
Enemy Territory
Not surprisingly, Ying's aunt wasn't home. He decided to hang out at Chen's until she showed up, which was common practice for the boys.
After Hong and Jia ventured upstairs for a nap, Min led the pair out to her "dojo" in the backyard, which more closely resembled a large patch of dirt permeated with rock pillars and crystal spikes.
Chen grimaced. He'd never been this far into enemy territory before.
"Show him," Min instructed, after they'd found seats around a battered training dummy.
Chen fished the napkin out of his pocket. When Ying asked, he told him what it was.
"You mean the Doctor Huang?" Ying squealed, "That guy's a visionary! All my inventions are inspired by his work!"
Min frowned. "Well, he's dead now."
"But he left us his lab!" Chen said, trying to salvage Ying's good mood, "We think it might finally give us some answers about the wormhole. And the jets."
"I guess we should check it out," Ying sniffed, "Should your mom drive us?"
Min thought for a moment. "No way. I don't want to scare them any more than we have to. If we actually get some decent info from this thing, we can share it with them then."
Chen figured disagreeing with her might not be something he and Ying would get out of alive, so the boys nodded in unison.
"Great," Min said, "it's about half an hour's ride if we take the bus."
"Or..." Ying began, "less than ten if we take something else."
Chen glared daggers at him. "Never again."
And so, they took the buss. The usual crowd was present; hobos cocooned in trash bag ponchos, triad wannabes lighting up in the rear seats, and more than a healthy helping of your average weirdo.
One guy hobbled up to Chen, and asked him to smell his dental wax.
Min had a history of beating up the people who hit on her, but with all these witnesses around, she couldn't pop a guy with a rock without attracting some bad attention. She had to just sit there, grinding her teeth, as dental wax man complimented her on her hair's "density" and "strand width."
When they finally pulled up to Huang's neighborhood, Min looked ready to end some lives.
Thankfully, though, Chen and Ying were able to drag her out of the buss before things got out of hand.
"So... this is the place," Min announced as they rounded the final bend.
Chen had to admit; he'd been expecting something a little more... sciencey? Maybe sanitary?
Either way, Huang's place or residence was pretty disappointing. A narrow apartment complex rose before them, sporting scarred paint and cracked windows. Chen spotted a few window units here and there, but somehow, he knew Huang's place would be one without heating. In this weather, that meant hell on earth.
They had to mount six flights of stairs to reach the scientist's apartment, because the elevator squeaked like a dying rat, and Chen didn't fancy falling to his death halfway up.
By the time they got there, Chen was shaking like a tectonic event, and breathing enough fog to hide a battleship. Ying shared his pain. The boy rubbed his hands together, trying to salvage some warmth.
Min was obviously trying to hide the reaction, but she had to visibly clench her teeth to stop them from vibrating.
"Finally!" Ying chattered, slumping against the door. He pawed at the knob for a little while, until Min's shaking hand was actually able to turn it. He fell inwards as the door swung ajar.
"Just... leave me down here."
Chen and his sister stepped over him and into... utter chaos.
The Toilet Warps Space
Chen didn't use that word lightly. He'd been to Ying's lab—which made Min's training crater look neat—and, of course, there was his room, which was a cesspool of decay. Even so, this place was something else. The suite itself had only a single room, which might've been large at one point, but now felt more like a broom closet, thanks to all the junk covering literally every surface.
The stove also served as Bunsen burner, covered in beakers of all sizes. The couch was crowded with five centrifuges, and the bed doubled as a workbench. It was littered with gears, and sheet metal, as well as a few decapitated telephones and various other butchered gizmos.
In the southwest corner lay a metal crate marked "Radioactive."
"Alright, guys," Min said, taking a seat on the crate, "if you were scientists, where would you hide 'all the answers?'"
"You got me," Ce muttered. He walked toward a sofa, and crouched behind it so that only the top of his head poked out. He wanted to be protected in case Min happened to fart on the uranium rods.
Ying stood up, and dusted himself off. "Okay, first of all, I am a scientist," He insisted, "But if I were Huang... maybe over there?" He indicated a blueprint tacked on the south wall, just above an overstuffed workbench.
Min and Ying walked over for a closer look, while Chen oozed out of his hiding place.
Ying surveyed the diagram. Chen recognized a satellite dish, and the nuclear rods from before, but the rest was anybody's guess. The body kinda resembled a portable toilet crossed with a radio tower.
Ying was in awe. "This is amazing," he breathed, "The device uses a coordinate-driven interface to blast a breach into the fabric of time-space. Factor in values for planetary rotation, axial tilt. Pump in some negative energy to stabilize the hole..."
"Can you just tell us what it is?" Min snapped.
"Right, right. Most of the technology is light-years ahead of anything else I've seen, but from these schematics, it seems as though we're looking at a sort of wormhole machine."
Silence fell.
"You don't mean," Chen began.
"I do."
"But a piece of paper can't send in planes from another planet," Chen reasoned, "He would've had to build the thing." Chen glanced from one pile of junk to the next. "Where do you think he hid it?"
Ying grinned. "Well, that's easy." His eyes drifted upward.
"Come on, Chen. It's on the roof."
Five more hellish flights later, the trio stumbled out onto the rooftop. If possible, it was even colder up here than it had been indoors.
Chen spotted the toilet machine first, wedged between a pair of chimneys.
He indicated his discovery, and the gang quickly trotted over. The shingles crunched ominously beneath their feet. Chen decided to force thoughts of plummeting through a guy's ceiling out of his mind. He'd had enough of collapses.
Ying knocked on the device's plastic exterior. A metal frame enclosed most of it, and he had to reach through a gap in the beams to do this.
"So, do we go inside?" Min asked.
"Let me," Ying volunteered, "the plumbing's been out at my place for weeks. I'm kinda an expert at this."
He reached for the handle, and pulled the door open.
Chen wasn't sure what he thought would be in there. Maybe a toilet filled with uranium? Heck, maybe he thought Huang would be in there, called back from the Spirit World to poop upon the living.
He was wrong on both fronts. Inside, he found that the toilet had been covered by a large computer cabinet, surrounded by a ring of wire-bound power cells. A chair was placed before the cabinet, with an intricate keyboard lying on top of it.
Min narrowed her eyes. Chen studied a set of Tesla coils hanging from the ceiling. Ying cut out the studying part and plopped right down in the command chair. He punched a few commands into the keyboard, and grinned as the screen sputtered to life.
At first, there was only static. Then, Doctor Huang's face blew out of the snowstorm. Was this actually a television? If so, why the keyboard?
"If you're watching this," Huang's face crackled, jarring Chen out of his inner thoughts, "then I must've been reclaimed by Xinzang, the blood spirit. You've probably met him by now. Hard to miss really, he'd got this heart for a face..." Huang cleared his throat. "Chen, you've got questions. You want to know who you are, what all this wormhole business has to do with you. I can tell you this: the machine you're looking at is not of my design. I merely built it, to the instructions of Xinzang. It is capable of opening doorways to faraway lands. The Older Earth is one of them, as is the Spirit World." Huang focused on something off camera. "But it cannot close them. Once a breach is open, it remains that way permanently."
Chen wanted to put a fist through the TV. Could this old guy really be responsible for the wormhole?
"Chen, I'm just a scientist. I can't tell why you're the first Avatar in 30 years, or what your role is in this industrialized world. But I can send you to someone who can." He scratched his chin. "You're aware of Korra's disappearance, yes? Or course you are. A lot of teens talk about it these days. Anyhow, I believe, that her comatose state was caused by her soul's inability to cross back into our mortal world. Sometime ago, she journeyed to the Spirit World, and Xinzang trapped her there. When he was inside my head, Xinzang kept me pretty updated on what was going on. He told me Bolin had recovered Korra's body, and that he had, on Xinzang's orders, also kidnapped you. He hoped that by releasing a small portion of Korra's spirit through a wormhole, it would flow from her physical body and into yours the second you touched. Thus finally exposing her body to entropy, and turning you into the Avatar."
"So, what?" Chen asked, "Xinzang wanted me to become the Avatar?"
Huang continued talking, oblivious to Chen's inquiries. You idiot, Chen scolded himself, it's a damn recording.
He glanced at Min, and found her face impossible to read. It would've been easier to decode a pile of rocks.
"You must use this machine to open another doorway to the Spirit World," Huang went on, "once there, Avatar Korra will find you, and fill you in on everything you need to know."
Something moved in the edge of the shot. A shadow in the corner of the lab was twitching. Huang reached to shut off his camera, but before he could, the shadow unfurled from the fetal position, and stood up. The dark shape stalked over to Huang, teeth flashing in the semidarkness. Huang screamed, and the shape swatted him in the side, sending him flying into the wall.
Chen knew who the creature was even before it stepped into the light.
Ying and Min grimaced as Xinzang reared his heart-head.
"Hello, Chen," he wheezed, "please, come quickly. We have so much to talk about."
The fiend's smile faded as the scene was swallowed by a sea of static.
Min turned to Chen, and poked him between the ribs. "Okay, buddy. You've got some explaining to do."
A colossal roar filled the air before Chen could muster a reply. His eyes darted up, and he gasped in horror at what they found.
There were ten of them. Ten beefed-up space shuttles, soaring out of the wormhole in perfect formation.
"Quickly!" Ying shouted, "Everybody into the toilet!"
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You may find your dog burying an item, then digging it up and reburying it elsewhere. This is very common. In fact, your dog may even "bury" items inside on furniture or carpeting. Sometimes they'll even bury items in piles of laundry. So the next time you're looking for the TV remote, car keys or your cellphone you may want to look under the couch cushions and in your laundry!
Dogs Bury Bones As A Form of Survival
A dog's natural instinct is to keep his things protected and in a safe place. Dogs used to bury items as a form of survival. They would roam in packs and hunt for their food. As you can imagine, this would take some time so when they caught something they didn't want to risk losing it. So what did they do? They buried it. Later, they would come back to it to eat.
They basically created a refrigerator for their food. Burying their food would help with many things. Other creatures couldn't find it, the food was kept fresher longer and it was "marinated" with a decadent earthy flavor!
Why Do Domestic Dogs Bury Things?
As domesticated pets, most dogs don't have to hunt for food today. So why are they still burying things? Well, first of all, it's their natural instinct! Dogs have the urge to ensure they'll have food later. So they bury their food sometimes to make sure their needs are met.
Another reason is that you may be giving your dog too much! (Is there really such a thing? 😉 ) Spoiling your dog with too much food, toys or treats can result in them burying it. They may not want to risk having it taken away from them so they say, "Neat! I'll save this for later!" So, by not overfeeding you may prevent obesity and excessive burying in the yard, too.
Dogs also bury items as a game. They may be looking for you to play with them. Items buried in this instance may not be their own items but instead your shiny belongings like jewelry, shoes and smaller electronics. These are often items that they see as being valuable to you. So, they could be items you use on a regular basis. If this is happening, your dog may be bored or lonely and seeking attention.
Watch this dog bury a bone in his pet parent's bed!
How Do I Stop My Dog From Burying Items?
Some things you can do to help stop your dog from burying stuff is to rotate their toys, play with them, take them on walks or to the dog park and give them the attention they need. Never scold your pup after the fact, he will not understand what he is being punished for (learn more about what not to do). If the problem continues you should consult your vet.
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The Bobster told heat that he loves the show SO much he'll literally never quit it
Bobby Norris, our precious angel who fell to Earth and hurt his leg (true story of why he's in that wheelchair, FYI), has been telling heat just how much he loves TOWIE.
And you know what? We actually feel quite emosh about it.
Speaking to heat mag about the 19th series of the hit ITVBe show, Bobby revealed that he'll literally never leave as long as there's air in his lungs and clothes on his back.
And he doesn't even really need clothes, tbh.
"I live and breathe TOWIE and I'm going to be here for the very last day, which I hope isn't for another 37 years because I want it to be like Coronation Street," he told us.
Bobby also admitted he was missing one beefcake on TOWIE and reckons Mark Wright needs to reappear in Brentwood - even if that means the newly returned Lauren Goodger gets cut.
"There would be a place for Lauren, she's from my day and there's four of us left but I'd love to see Mark Wright come back, I love a bit of Mark Wright," he said.
"I guess he's doing so well he doesn't need to.
"But imagine going round doing a scene with him and Michelle in the kitchen...'go on Mich put the kettle on.' I'd love it."
You can read more amazing celebrity gossip in this week's heat mag, out now.
Catch TOWIE series 19 episode 4 on Wednesday at 10pm on ITVBe.
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Nice low point quiche that no one will know is a Weight Watcher recipe. No crust, it is not as eggy or custardy as traditional quiches, but very good.
Ingredients Nutrition
- 1 cup flour, all-purpose
- 1 tablespoon margarine
- 4 cups broccoli florets
- 2 onions, chopped
- 1 cup mushroom, sliced
- 2 teaspoons double-acting baking powder
- 1 cup egg beaters 99% egg substitute
- 1 cup skim milk
- 2 cups nonfat mozzarella cheese, shredded
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- Preheat oven - 350°F Spray a 9" pie plate with cooking spray.
- Melt margarine in a large non-stick skillet. Then add the broccoli, onions and mushrooms. Cook for about 5 minutes until sof, stirring constantly.
- Mix together flour and baking powder. Then mix in the egg stubstitute and milk; sitr together until not large lumps are present.
- Add cheese and the broccoli mixture and pour into the prepared pie plate.
- Bake about 35 minutes or until the top is golden and a knife inserted in the center comes out clean.


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Well would you look at that; I'm officially 17 (have been for one hour but hey, who's counting? ;D). I've got a bunch of wishes and plans to make this "year" great, because I've messed up plenty both IRL and online and I want to work hard to improve myself. So just for kicks and giggles I figured I'd post my goals right here:
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- Try to win the MIKU EXPO SONG CONTEST
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- Sleep at decent hours more often than not
- Practice my Japanese, Korean and Chinese like nobody's business
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- Become a better author
- Actually put some effort into my Physics class x'D
- Kick my anxiety to the curb!
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