The Rise of Kyoshi

you cannot be bound by petty concerns on your personal journey. You must walk with a singular purpose.

Sleeping under the stars. Just two friends. Having a close, private moment of friendship.

Only loved. Adored by all.

Rangi’s beautiful face shone in reflection. Kyoshi leaned in and kissed her.

The Avatar can be reborn. But you can’t, Kyoshi. I don’t want to give you up to the next generation. I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

“That helplessness? That sensation of your anchor being cut loose? That’s what I’ve been feeling, watching you, every single minute since we left Yokoya! I got on that platform so you could see it from my perspective! I had no idea what else would get through to you!”

Rangi’s questions had exposed him as not much of a tactician.

Rangi was so beautiful, illuminated by moon and fire, that it hurt. She was strength and skill and determination wrapped around an unshakable heart.

Rangi clenched her jaw. Kyoshi could tell she was thinking about the what-ifs, how their relationship might have been different had she known Kyoshi was a tainted child from the start.

Her only keepsake of Kelsang flew away on the wind.