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They just stood.

That night, after the kiln cooled, Lian walked to the memorial wall. It was a long stretch of repaired stone near the old outer wall breach, covered in names of Earth Kingdom soldiers who had died defending the city. And there, near the bottom, nailed by a former soldier who couldn’t read Fire script, was Kano’s helmet. He had left it there himself, a gesture of surrender the neighbors never understood. Someone had scratched a new word into the metal: Vermin .

No one threw a brick.

She tried to firebend.

Nothing happened. Not a spark. Not a wisp of smoke. Mundo Avatar- Vida na Cidade

“Who are you?” Lian asked.

She stood up. “I have an idea.” The next morning, Lian went to the Kyoshi Bridge. The rally was loud—drums, flags, a man on a platform shouting about purity and sacrifice. But Lian didn’t join the crowd. She walked to the bridge’s center, where the stone had cracked from years of neglect. Then she knelt, placed her palms on the ground, and earthbent. They just stood

But Lian had heard that talk before. It started with words, then became looks, then broken pottery, then a brick through a window.

Now Kano worked as a stonemason by day and kept a low profile by night. He never firebent in public. Not even to light a candle. And there, near the bottom, nailed by a

Lian looked at the helmet. At the scratched word. Then at her own hands—rough, strong, made for clay and stone.

Min’s face tightened. She was a stout woman with clay-stained fingers and the quiet strength of someone who had survived a siege and a forbidden love. “Earth Unionists. They want to ‘purify’ the city councils. Remove anyone with Fire Nation blood. It’s just talk. For now.”