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Eight thousand, five hundred years before the Air Nomad Genocide, the fourteen-year-old daughter of a collaborator merchant in Kelen Pe, is beaten in the street by an older girl of a rival family. She earthbends in defense, but the other girl is stronger. Until she is knocked back, her hands flail, and the older girl is burnt across the face. The Caliph himself visits the town, and rather than ignore or mock the smallfolk for squabbling as he might have done, kneels and bows to her. The Avatar is come again, in their 20th form, Diu.

The world certainly needs her. The Caliphate, not yet desertified to ruin, is not innocent in that regard, grinding down the walls of Omashu for a new tributary. The Fu Dynasty quietly ignores the strife to the south, as well as the chaos in the north where the Taihua Khanate engorges itself on village after village, while ignoring the cries of the indentured servants underfoot. The west is mostly stable, if divided and mistrustful. Naive ideologues from across the continent imagine the impossibility of uniting all Earthbenders. Their elder scoff and tell them it's as likely as the Fire Clans conquering them. The Fire Clans, for their part, currently migrating to the west, constantly clash among themselves and other nations, though all worship the dragons communally. The Aknat Kala'at is eyeing the North Pole (all that water) and has set up little colonies. The Windfolk are at peace, as befits their international reputation, and get along with most, even being granted areas of high spiritual energy in the world for establishing religious missions. However, their homeland in the central valleys is being eyed from all sides, and the youth recognise this, elder heads in the sand notwithstanding.

Wars rage, and in lands as yet untouched tensions rise. Diu can barely make a small flame, not to mention her inability to do anything with water or air. She has never been able to commune properly with the spirits. She cannot even speak a language other than the Southern Speech common to the Caliphate and its tributaries, and still she'd struggle with its many varied dialects. The Caliph pledges his support, but she cannot shake the uneasy feeling he gives her when he boasts of 'his empire's' Avatar. She cannot be certain what the future holds for her.

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Eight thousand, five hundred years before the Air Nomad Genocide, the fourteen-year-old daughter of a collaborator merchant in Kelen Pe, is beaten in the street by an older girl of a rival family. She earthbends in defense, but the other girl is stronger. Until she is knocked back, her hands flail, and the older girl is burnt across the face. The Caliph himself visits the town, and rather than ignore or mock the smallfolk for squabbling as he might have done, kneels and bows to her. The Avatar is come again, in their 20th form, Diu.

The world certainly needs her. The Caliphate, not yet desertified to ruin, is not innocent in that regard, grinding down the walls of Omashu for a new tributary. The Fu Dynasty quietly ignores the strife to the south, as well as the chaos in the north where the Taihua Khanate engorges itself on village after village, while ignoring the cries of the indentured servants underfoot. The west is mostly stable, if divided and mistrustful. Naive ideologues from across the continent imagine the impossibility of uniting all Earthbenders. Their elder scoff and tell them it's as likely as the Fire Clans conquering them. The Fire Clans, for their part, currently migrating to the west, constantly clash among themselves and other nations, though all worship the dragons communally. The Aknat Kala'at is eyeing the North Pole (all that water) and has set up little colonies. The Windfolk are at peace, as befits their international reputation, and get along with most, even being granted areas of high spiritual energy in the world for establishing religious missions. However, their homeland in the central valleys is being eyed from all sides, and the youth recognise this, elder heads in the sand notwithstanding.

Wars rage, and in lands as yet untouched tensions rise. Diu can barely make a small flame, not to mention her inability to do anything with water or air. She has never been able to commune properly with the spirits. She cannot even speak a language other than the Southern Speech common to the Caliphate and its tributaries, and still she'd struggle with its many varied dialects. The Caliph pledges his support, but she cannot shake the uneasy feeling he gives her when he boasts of 'his empire's' Avatar. She cannot be certain what the future holds for her.