Transition
Transition
The girl studied her face in the water. This was the face of someone who had fought for what they believed in. This was someone who had seen Death's golden eyes and not turned away. This was someone who had barely pulled through.
Her blue eyes hardened and took on a hue that is only found in raw sapphires, dark and foreboding.
"You are a master waterbender," the girl told her reflection.
A cave came to mind. Flames arching like whisps of water. Golden eyes she had wanted to believe in.
She rose, with the grace of water and the stillness of snow. The woman raised her hands and the water obeyed, rising from the pool in the form of steam.