Something about the Earth Kingdom was said, and then Zuko was being dragged from the Erlong. He didn’t like this. The Earth Kingdom crushed firebenders’ hands. But he was too weak and it took all of his energy just to stay standing. He refused to collapse in front of these savages. Daydreaming, kid?” The big warrior demanded, suddenly in Zuko’s face, oblivious to what Zuko had wasted his precious seconds staring at. And brothers and sisters and children and wives.” Uncle continued. “You do not have to be a part of this war. You do not want to be a part of this war. I speak from experience when I tell you it gains you nothing and loses you everything.” Take an exclusive, behind-the-scenes look at the creative process of James Cameron's Avatar: The Way of Water.

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The machete fit the warrior’s big hand like it had been fashioned for it, the blade sharp and ready to snatch Zuko’s life. This... had been a very bad idea. The Water Tribe warriors weren’t supposed to be in his way. He was supposed to be able to get into the tower, grab his dual swords, and then...A particularly young tigerdillo... who had been through something awful... and always turned almost nice when he spoke with his Uncle... almost... endearing. They aren’t benders.” General Iroh said, making Lieutenant Jee stop short. It was something he had noticed when the fight started. While the warriors fought with the ferocity of their people, none of them had taken advantage of the water around them. It was the only thing making the fight semi-equal. I hate skinning.” Tomkin mumbled. Bato usually took over skinning from Tomkin, knowing the youngest crewman hated the blood, but it had been a week since they left Bato at the Abbey, and as if remembering this, Tomkin did as he was told. But hey, at least between Hakoda and Sokka, Zuko could appreciate the family resemblance of pure, asinine stubbornness.

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Chena,” Nanook said with wide blue eyes, halfway through skinning his own rabbit, “is there a reason my imposter-rabbit is half-decapitated?" And the fire returned. Because Zuko wasn’t a stupid kid. He would prove he wasn’t. He would make Father proud. He would make his nation proud. He would fight. Until the last beat of his heart, he would fight. Hakoda had known they couldn’t risk sailing much further into the Colonies. Bato had known too. The two men made an agreement. No words were needed - they'd known each other too long for that – but when they stopped on a thin strip of Eastern coast along the Colonies, Bato had got off. Even though Nanook’s Abbey was a distance on foot. Even though the territory they were leaving Bato in belonged to the ashmakers. Zuko was a terrible liar. He always had been. Azula had been able to weave words together like poetry ever since she was little, but whenever Zuko tried, he’d fidget, or blush, or just panic so much he’d turn rigid and stop talking altogether.You idiots aren’t calling them imposter-rabbits.” Kanut interjected. Hakoda was surprised the healer had joined them. He usually spent his free time with his nose in a book. I’ll see you soon, Chief.” Bato had smiled from the shore. It looked more like a grimace. “Don’t go scrapping with General Fong again.” Chief,” Tomkin started, now holding Nanook up with Tulok’s help after the warrior’s injuries caused him to pass out, “are we even able to kill him? I mean, if the Fire Lord comes after us because we killed his son-.” Avatar Avatar: Original Score ( Deluxe Edition · Best · Complete · Vinyl) · I See You · Into the Na'vi World · Toruk - The First Flight

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Castro, Adam-Troy. "Book will reveal the art behind James Cameron's Avatar". SYFY Wire. SyFy . Retrieved June 6, 2020. And Uncle had that glint in his bronze eyes. The glint he got when Zuko caved and accepted a cup of tea, the glint he got when Zuko saved the helmsman last week, the glint he got when Zuko walked away from Zhao after winning that Agni Kai. What even was that look, aside infuriating?Tomkin, the crew’s youngest member, ran to Hakoda’s side, waving with the enthusiasm of an excited Polar dog. “We’ll try not to sink before you catch up!” He called, and Bato laughed, then he winced. Hakoda couldn’t help but wince with him. He had known a lot would happen before he saw his friend again. I’m not a kid.” Zuko snarled through grit teeth, each word like knives up his throat as he glared at the man on top of him. They got away with no fatalities and a burnt but still functioning hull, but Bato, Hakoda’s Second and lifelong friend, got injured. Bad. Hakoda would never forget the strained look in their Angakkuq Kanut’s eyes as he turned to Bato’s mutilated arm. Hakoda would never forget the sound of Bato gritting his teeth to hide his agony. Hakoda would never forget the smell of burning flesh. future me again because past me just started this fic so messily and thought that was okay. it wasn't. stupid bitch <3. Just a little note to say that this fic was originally me writing my own little version of salvage in a VERY self-indulgent way, and then it got out of hand (clearly), so the first few chapters are very akin to MuffinLance's wonderful work, but by chapter 6 that goes away. That might be good news for you or bad news for you, but just a heads up <3 Come on, boy. I want to see what they teach children in the Fire Nation.” Chena goaded further, taking a step forward. They needed to leave soon. The Fire Nation ship had gone eerily quiet, which was never good news. Hypothermia patients always went quiet before they died. Hakoda didn’t want to be here when the ship’s mechanics gave in entirely.

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It was a difficult realisation, but they both knew it. Admiral Zhao couldn’t see them like this. Admiral Zhao couldn’t see Prince Zuko like this. The Admiral wouldn’t care that the prince was outnumbered, or that there was nothing they could do to fix the ship, or that the prince had tried peace before those Water Tribe savages refused it. Admiral Zhao would care only that the prince had failed. He would revel in it. It was a good morning. A sailor’s morning, as Hakoda's father would have once called it. The wind was strong and the sky was clear. The crew were busy doing their chores for the day, most of them bristling with the knowledge that they were so close to a Fire Nation stronghold. The locals had told them it was called Pohuai; a fortress boasting archers that could pin a fly to a tree from a hundred yards away without killing it. Nonetheless, the Water Tribe sailed on. Their ship, the Ullaakut, was small and alone, passing quietly through the narrow pass to the Mo Ce Sea. The Fire Nation wouldn’t even notice them. Just because Lieutenant Jee had been aboard the young prince’s ship for three years didn’t mean he liked the stupid boy. He simply grew used to him. He knew how to weather Prince Zuko’s anger now, how to answer the demands made of him without feeling the constant urge to commit child murder. Prince Zuko couldn’t lie, but he could exploit his Uncle’s faith. If he didn’t, Uncle would never leave. The ship was sinking, the men were outnumbered, and Zhao was coming. Zuko wouldn't damn his crew for the sake of his pride, only himself.Do you think we could have been friends? The Avatar had asked him. Him, the firebender who had actively been hunting the Avatar since the South Pole, since so much longer than that. And he’d asked in that voice. That voice that was hopeful and innocent and twelve. Zuko had been charged to hunt a divine being of endless power. He was still coming to terms with the fact that that divine being was a child.