Author's Note: Before wewe read this, again, I advise wewe to read link (which I know wewe did -o-). Special thanks to Adam Horowitz for letting me borrow the Once Upon A Time episode name which I didn't notify him :P! And this makala might have something to do with the banner I'm working on.
Ooh, this was a long note.
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Katara cowers herself. "Who are you?" She asks while tears drop from her eyes. The ghost, Wraith, kept quiet and it slowly flies to Katara. It made a picture out of black liquid from it's body. The picture appears to be a shadow portrait from black liquid of Kya, Katara's mother. "What does she has to do with this?!" Katara shouted. "Katara, any help?" Stella said. Katara turned to Stella and saw Stella was bind. "Stella!"
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"Ooh, amazing." Bloom said. She looked around the tunnel. "Too dark," She commented. "Okay, what are we suppose to do in this tunnel? There's no clues. No joke," Zuko said. "We could tafuta for some in my phone." Tecna replied. She took out her phone and searched on Bing. "How many results you've got?" Musa asked. Tecna looked at Musa in despair. "No Wi-Fi around here," Tecna answered. "No.."
"So there was a riddle. Did wewe recorded it, Tecna?" Bloom asked curiously while walking. "Yes. Pressing play," Tecna answered while she pressed play on her phone.
"They watch the world,
with open eyes.
They haunt the world,
with an open mind.
They see wewe move,
as wewe live in this world.
Enter this hole to find out secrets beneath,
But it must be opened,
With an Enchanted dragon fire," The voice on the phone said. "So we already opened it..." Zuko said. "..and we found nothing kwa far!" "What does it mean kwa they watch the world? Who are they?" Bloom asked. "Mystery." Musa said. "We have to find Azula and Layla." Tecna said. "Hear us," A voice said. "Who?" Tecna shouted. "It's me Layla. wewe mayn't see me neither Azula, but there's a mystery behind all these. Uncover this riddle told kwa Azula to find out," Layla's voice said. "Tecna, record." Bloom said. Tecna pressed record on her phone.
"Everything is dust.
I found wewe on my bookshelf untouched.
I am sorry, I'll leave wewe there again and I'm never good at apologies.
I don't believe in that anyways.
au I didn't, until you.
I am sorry that I wear nooses as necklaces, and I'm sorry that maybe wewe got Tangled in them.
I'm sorry wewe couldn't breathe, because I wanted wewe to.
I want wewe to keep on breathing forever and when wewe can't anymore...
then I won't either.
I have a feeling that if wewe read this you'd be sick to your stomach.
I have a feeling that if I touched wewe again wewe wouldn't know why,
but wewe wouldn't ask.
wewe were just like that sometimes.
My candle flickers everytime I think of you, and I think it misses wewe as well.
I think that it needs wewe to stay aflame. I think I need wewe to stay aflame.
My neighbours are breaking some things out in the backyard and I kind of want to say
"hey, here's another thing wewe can break" and let them smash me into pieces with their hammer.
I think that would be a fun way to die.
wewe know, my brother asked me if I wanted to die in my sleep au of old age.
If wewe were there you'd probably laugh and offer to be the one to murder me.
In secret, I liked that about you.
I like that wewe clap your hands when wewe laugh.
I am sorry, I'll leave wewe there again.
I am sorry.
I'm never good with apologies.
I miss wewe so much and I've never even had you, how sad.
I think that someone like wewe almost always turns into a hurricane.
Everything good must come to an end and all those merry little details.
I've used up all of my metaphors on you.
I can't compare your eyes to anything else except for the most exquisite of art pieces,
and I've never been to a gallery.
I guess I'm not one to make judgment on anything.
I am so sorry for losing, but I am not sorry that you're winning.
You'll be much better now, and I think she makes wewe into zaidi of a martyr.
I don't know how I feel about that.
The only poetic thing I can say to wewe now is "I'm sorry"
and even though I'm not good with apologies,
I really mean that.
I think now I've turned to dust.
I'm sorry for abrupt changes and scattered thoughts.
I am entirely fragments and nothing but a recollection of a murder trial." Azula's voice said. Tecna pressed stop. "We'll figure it out, Azula, Layla," Bloom said. "If wewe can't wewe have to try," Azula's voice said. "Who made that poem?" Zuko asked. "We found it," Layla's voice said. "Now we have to go," The voice slowly disappear.
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~-To Be Continued-~
Ooh, this was a long note.
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Katara cowers herself. "Who are you?" She asks while tears drop from her eyes. The ghost, Wraith, kept quiet and it slowly flies to Katara. It made a picture out of black liquid from it's body. The picture appears to be a shadow portrait from black liquid of Kya, Katara's mother. "What does she has to do with this?!" Katara shouted. "Katara, any help?" Stella said. Katara turned to Stella and saw Stella was bind. "Stella!"
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"Ooh, amazing." Bloom said. She looked around the tunnel. "Too dark," She commented. "Okay, what are we suppose to do in this tunnel? There's no clues. No joke," Zuko said. "We could tafuta for some in my phone." Tecna replied. She took out her phone and searched on Bing. "How many results you've got?" Musa asked. Tecna looked at Musa in despair. "No Wi-Fi around here," Tecna answered. "No.."
"So there was a riddle. Did wewe recorded it, Tecna?" Bloom asked curiously while walking. "Yes. Pressing play," Tecna answered while she pressed play on her phone.
"They watch the world,
with open eyes.
They haunt the world,
with an open mind.
They see wewe move,
as wewe live in this world.
Enter this hole to find out secrets beneath,
But it must be opened,
With an Enchanted dragon fire," The voice on the phone said. "So we already opened it..." Zuko said. "..and we found nothing kwa far!" "What does it mean kwa they watch the world? Who are they?" Bloom asked. "Mystery." Musa said. "We have to find Azula and Layla." Tecna said. "Hear us," A voice said. "Who?" Tecna shouted. "It's me Layla. wewe mayn't see me neither Azula, but there's a mystery behind all these. Uncover this riddle told kwa Azula to find out," Layla's voice said. "Tecna, record." Bloom said. Tecna pressed record on her phone.
"Everything is dust.
I found wewe on my bookshelf untouched.
I am sorry, I'll leave wewe there again and I'm never good at apologies.
I don't believe in that anyways.
au I didn't, until you.
I am sorry that I wear nooses as necklaces, and I'm sorry that maybe wewe got Tangled in them.
I'm sorry wewe couldn't breathe, because I wanted wewe to.
I want wewe to keep on breathing forever and when wewe can't anymore...
then I won't either.
I have a feeling that if wewe read this you'd be sick to your stomach.
I have a feeling that if I touched wewe again wewe wouldn't know why,
but wewe wouldn't ask.
wewe were just like that sometimes.
My candle flickers everytime I think of you, and I think it misses wewe as well.
I think that it needs wewe to stay aflame. I think I need wewe to stay aflame.
My neighbours are breaking some things out in the backyard and I kind of want to say
"hey, here's another thing wewe can break" and let them smash me into pieces with their hammer.
I think that would be a fun way to die.
wewe know, my brother asked me if I wanted to die in my sleep au of old age.
If wewe were there you'd probably laugh and offer to be the one to murder me.
In secret, I liked that about you.
I like that wewe clap your hands when wewe laugh.
I am sorry, I'll leave wewe there again.
I am sorry.
I'm never good with apologies.
I miss wewe so much and I've never even had you, how sad.
I think that someone like wewe almost always turns into a hurricane.
Everything good must come to an end and all those merry little details.
I've used up all of my metaphors on you.
I can't compare your eyes to anything else except for the most exquisite of art pieces,
and I've never been to a gallery.
I guess I'm not one to make judgment on anything.
I am so sorry for losing, but I am not sorry that you're winning.
You'll be much better now, and I think she makes wewe into zaidi of a martyr.
I don't know how I feel about that.
The only poetic thing I can say to wewe now is "I'm sorry"
and even though I'm not good with apologies,
I really mean that.
I think now I've turned to dust.
I'm sorry for abrupt changes and scattered thoughts.
I am entirely fragments and nothing but a recollection of a murder trial." Azula's voice said. Tecna pressed stop. "We'll figure it out, Azula, Layla," Bloom said. "If wewe can't wewe have to try," Azula's voice said. "Who made that poem?" Zuko asked. "We found it," Layla's voice said. "Now we have to go," The voice slowly disappear.
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~-To Be Continued-~