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The Enemy On the Gate[]
The morning sun means many things to different people across the world. It can mean the return of light, or the return of hope. Another hard day, another good day, and it all starts with that thinly glazed sphere of light slowly peeping across the horizon. What happens between sunrise and sunset could very easily change the world.
The people of Baoshi had their own understanding of what sunrise meant. It meant another day in freedom, another day in relative poverty combated very effectively by high pride. It meant–
"SHENTIIIII! GET YOUR SORRY FIREBENDING BEHIND DOWN FROM THERE, OR IT'LL BE THE LAST TIME YOU WORK AT THIS DIG!"
–that Jiao the foreman was one step closer to laryngitis, but wasn't there yet, which meant there wasn't much chance of getting back to sleep.
"Figures," said Huapo to herself, yawning and stretching as she got up from her camp bed, "that the chances my parents didn't happen to be funding the one camp in the Earth Union that has a Firebender with ambitions of acrobatic idiocy are at an absolute zero this morning."
She shook her head, scratched her ears, and sighed.
"But it probably means he'll need to be gotten down from somewhere, again. I wish he'd think sometimes, I really do."
Rubbing her eyes, pulling on a shirt and pants...
"Do I really have to go? I was fine asleep..."
Looking in the mirror to make sure her hair was pulled back from her face; not that there was ever much of it...
"C'mon, it'll be easier to get it over and done with..."
Pulling back the flap of her tent to reveal the daylight outside, she stepped out into the fresh morning air.
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