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He could do it, and he did, but the swim was a more slogging fight for survival than Perrin had experienced. He couldn’t imagine how grueling it was for the Fire boy who’d been beaten that much more over the last few days and taken worse hits to his head. He kept Zai somewhere in his sight until the...

Whatever sense of kinship Perrin felt for the Firebender boy faded again the moment Zai started answering him. Of course Zai felt calm and trained for all this. He was a lord’s son and already trained like an officer. Of course he assumed by default that he was in charge and worth listening to. Perr...

“You're too fast again, Tsering!” “Then get ahead!” The boy shouted back over his shoulder on an exhale before he sucked in a new breath, running almost two leaps ahead of the handful of nine or ten and eleven year-old children who all streaked with and against each other toward the cliffs. Tsering...

Perrin built lighter than most of the crewmen—probably less than Zai, too—but he was hardier than he looked, and he was older than Zai for whatever that was worth. And, Perrin was definitely less beaten. He tried to nudge himself in font of Zai a little during the long minute that the rope holding t...

To say Perrin wasn’t at his best would have been a laughable understatement… But he wasn’t at his weakest or worst either. The lightly built youth didn’t react much or put up any kind of interesting struggle when Shao-Mi made a show of checking his bruises or commenting on him. Perrin rested the sid...

Perrin watched Shesh’s exchange with Zai sidelong through half opened eyes while he let the side of his head lean back against the damp mast without calling much attention to himself. So he’d stop with the fire…! Really? The older youth’s mouth twitched as he avoided an incredulous laugh, channeling...

His ears rang. The deck underneath him pitched from the waters and all the commotion. His palms itched…. But, he. Could. Not! There were too many to deal with. It would be better for him to lose at this point then… what? Getting rid of everyone wasn’t anything he wanted to be responsible for. He fel...

There wasn’t much point trying to answer questions. Perrin knew well enough what Zai was, and knowing it was all he had time for. His attention darted to the wooden door exploding in a storm of a sailor mobbing with a charging axe-wielder in the lead. He danced to the side to give room for Selzan’s ...

Five—Six— Perrin kept a subconscious count of Selzan’s panicked, but kind of impressive barrage of hits to Jinso. His hands were tense with doing their best not to shake, but the young man’s mind felt detached. Selzan was right; this was bad. Maybe he shouldn’t have involved her, but—it was the rig...

The Fire Nation youth whom the sailors had hit over the head was no uneducated peasant. Judging from the cut and textiles of his garb, let alone the still nearly-neat top knot, or the disciplined way he carried himself, he was some minor noble’s son, or at least something like it… from some old, or ...

It felt as if there was the smallest change in the natural air currents; the breeze cool but less sharp, with the faintest scent of sun hitting a grove of broad green leaves. For the first time in weeks, Perrin's tight smile might have been genuine for a moment. The paler and younger of the pair nod...

“I don’t know if I’ll be welcome that long.” Perrin answered in a musing voice; stark and sincere, a little distant. The cool spray kicked up and a little breeze of the warmer air pushed their backs and out over their heads. There was nobody on this part of the deck, and at least the breeze pushed ...

Perr leaned on his elbows with his hands off the rail a bit. He watched the waves and felt the swirling changes in the spray and the breeze. The young man looked back to admire the hawk soon enough, and by extension, watched the way Selzan stroked and cared for the creature. “You’re right; I’m sure ...

Perrin’s feet tread lightly on the wooden floor. He moved past the oversized stockroom where a ragtag group of crew played their usual late dice game on barrels. Nevhen, a broad man in his thirties who’d signed onto the crew six months ago at the same port as Perrin had, glanced up and threw out a c...

Water. Earth. Fire. Air. For generations the four nations lived together in harmony. Everything changed five years ago, when the Fire Nation attacked... The young man was eighteen or so; maybe twenty. They called him Perrin, sometimes just Perr. He lay awake in his hammock and stared through the di...