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Daring Do and the Staff of Star Swirl the Bearded Chapter 1 The Fragments. The Power... That's all his life has been about recently: the Fragments of the Staff. The Might... His quest has taken him across Equestria and back three times already. The heart's desire... Bravado swung his machete back and forth, to and fro, slicing and hacking his way through the Brayzilian rain forest. He'd survived dozens of traps, fought off mad beasts, and been scarred in places he really didn't like to think about. But the one thing that had kept him going the last few months, was the knowledge that he would be paid handsomely, maybe even set for life

Katara always prided herself on being brave in the face of danger. She'd rallied an entire prison of Earthbenders against their captors; fought against incalculable numbers of Fire Nation soldiers; and even tracked down her mother's killer. But she had never faced her true fear before, and now it was staring her in the face; taunting her with its eternal indifference, and yet challenging her at the same time to take action. She knew what she had to do. So tried every possible strategy she could think of, but nothing was working. Finally, realizing she couldn't do this on her own, Katara was almost ready to admit defeat, but realized she coul

To say that the Southern Raiders' latest attack on the Southern Water Tribe had been devastating, would be an understatement. Half the population lay dead on the battlefield, the other half left to their despair. But perhaps worst of all, Chief Hakoda's eight-year-old daughter had been kidnapped, taken as a living trophy, an insult added to the injury of the deaths of both his son and wife at the hands of Captain YonRha. Katara knew it was all over. There was no way there was anything left of her home now; but even so, she had no way of knowing for sure. But one thing she was sure of, was that her life as she knew it was over. The Southern R

Despite numerous protests from the Council, and severe distaste from the high-class populace of the capital city, Zuko had declared that he would stand by his girlfriend as she travelled to the South Pole for this year's annual Festival of the Moon. The city itself was incredible; the Southern Tribe, having been rebuilt from the ground-up, nearly rivaled the North in size and design. Canals and waterways snaked all through the city, with the city's main hall situated in the far back of the cavernous semitropolis. Houses seemed scattered, but were in fact quite numerous, considering this was one of the smallest civilizations on the planet. T

He had acted recklessly; he wasn't focused. Diving to save Katara cost him that luxury. He felt Azula's lightning travel through his arm, into his chest, and through his heart; exactly how Uncle Iroh had taught him not to do. It hurt, he knew that much. His chest was on fire, for lack of a better analogy. So this is how it was going to end: lying on the ground, knocking on Death's door, while Katara fights for her life against Azula. He could only imagine the pain she'd no doubt be feeling soon enough, though he imagined it'd be pretty close to what he felt, if not worse. He never found his mother; he would never know if his father would be

He was late. The Council always kept him late. She was almost sure it was because she was Water Tribe, and that they hadn't let go of their prejudices yet, despite everything she'd done for their Nation and its relations with her own. But her conspiracy theories would have to wait. Now, she just wanted her boyfriend to herself for a change. He was always busy: signing papers, attending meetings; she'd even caught him once waking up in the middle of the night to sneak back to his study for more paperwork. After all the hassle, she finally decided she'd had enough. If they wouldn't let him leave she'd drag him out herself. She marched right u