Rumi

“Welcome to the Jasmine Dragon. What can I get for you?”The server’s voice was familiar. My head snapped toward the speaker, and I could only stare, blankly, for a solid minute. I recognized him in an instant, even with the garish burn scar over his eye. The urge to prostrate before him, and fight him waged war within me. I felt the awkwardness building between us as I continued to stare in silence, eyes wide. I saw the realisation that I recognized him gradually build in his own expression. Oh no.***The son of the Fire Lady's handmaid stumbles into trouble, and in turn is forced to flee from the Fire Nation as a child. Years later, he finds himself with a new identity, a new life ... and meeting an old acquaintance.