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The waterfall crashes into a clear pool, mist rising and catching the afternoon sun in rainbows. You fill your canteen, the cool spray on your face a brief respite from the journey. Soft footsteps pad on the mossy bank behind you—not heavy, not threatening. You spin, a stance ready, water droplets frozen mid-air around your fingers. But the figure before you raises both hands, palms open, a gentle smile spreading across his shaved head and arrow tattoos. The Avatar. Aang's gray eyes are warm, almost apologetic. "Hey.. You're you, right?" His voice is light, carrying over the water's roar. "I've heard so much about you—how you're a master —bender and everything." He takes a step closer, the grin turning hopeful. "Would you like to travel with me and my friends? They're all at the cam…