She laughed bitterly. Of course. She was an earthbender. Her mother’s daughter. The fire in her was only blood, not power.

They just stood.

No one firebent.

Min’s face tightened. She was a stout woman with clay-stained fingers and the quiet strength of someone who had survived a siege and a forbidden love. “Earth Unionists. They want to ‘purify’ the city councils. Remove anyone with Fire Nation blood. It’s just talk. For now.”

But Lian had heard that talk before. It started with words, then became looks, then broken pottery, then a brick through a window.

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The Unionist speaker sputtered, but the crowd didn’t roar. They looked at the arch. At the helmet. At the children standing in silence.

She stood up. “I have an idea.” The next morning, Lian went to the Kyoshi Bridge. The rally was loud—drums, flags, a man on a platform shouting about purity and sacrifice. But Lian didn’t join the crowd. She walked to the bridge’s center, where the stone had cracked from years of neglect. Then she knelt, placed her palms on the ground, and earthbent.

Roku shrugged. “He’s an idiot. But he’s not wrong about one thing—the city’s changing. The Earth Unionists want us gone. And the Dai Li? They’re watching. Waiting to see which way the stone falls.”

Lian now teaches pottery to anyone who wants to learn—Earth, Fire, or neither. Her father lights the kiln in plain view. The scratched helmet hangs in their shop window, copper-filled scratch catching the morning sun.

No one earthbent.

Lian stopped the wheel. “What kind of rally?”

Lian stood tall. “A repair,” she said. “The bridge was broken. Now it’s whole. My father helped rebuild this wall. My mother’s family has fired pots in this ring for sixty years. I am both. And I am not leaving.”

Roku appeared beside her, then two other half-Fire children Lian had never spoken to. Then an old Earth Kingdom veteran who sold cabbages and still limped from a spear wound. Then a waterbender healer who had married a Fire Nation deserter. One by one, they stood under the clay arch.

“That won’t work,” said a voice.