NOTICE: I probably won't be continuing this. This 'prologue' that I wrote was just for fun. So please don't expect anything. Thanks and I hope wewe enjoy..
The old man lay on his kitanda and watched his beautiful city Ba Sing Se through the large floor-to-ceiling window of his room.
Things surely had changed since he had last been here. The once empty streets the he and his Marafiki played earthball on were now twice it's size and bustling with traffic, sidewalks lined with blinding mitaani, mtaa lights, and the constant changing traffic lights. The balcony door was slightly ajar, but open enough for the...
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