NoSelfControl

Another day had ended as the midsummer sun interred itself beneath the Fire Nation's horizon. Like a flame on the end of its wick, the centers of livelihood in Royal Caldera started to flicker as the proud and happy citizens returned to their homes. Even the denizens of the palace mimicked the lazy heat waves radiating from the sunset. Yet another glorious day for all. The throne room was unoccupied, save for Admiral Zhao sitting at the conference table amid layers and layers of paperwork. He had been assigned the duty of overlooking reparations from the war. It could be worse, they told him, you could be swallowed up by a giant spirit fis...