You are the Avatar, the latest in a long line of reincarnation that has created a being meant to bring balance to the world. You were born of the Si Wong Nomads, and discovered your nature after being drawn to an ancient temple buried in the sands and making contact to an ancient past life. After that, you sought the council of Wah Shi Tong, the owl spirit of Knowledge, but ultimately when faced with the choices and pressures hefted on you by him, the elders of your people, and the White Lotus, you chose to go your own path. You have made the pilgrimage from the Si Wong desert, and now find yourself in the city of Huang, once a simple village at the base of the Kolau mountains. Now it is a quickly growing city suffering from labor protests, celebrity scandal, and the rising infamy of a ring of thieves in blue demon masks, who you had just seen dancing across the rooftops from your room’s window.

You don’t know what possessed you in that moment, maybe it was the fanciful display from the masked runners, maybe it was some residual loss of inhibition from the alcohol, or maybe you just felt the lure of the night calling you instead of wasting your night indoors waiting for the protest. Whatever it was that pulled you after the Masked thieves, it guided you as you picked up the solidly built container you had that had roughly twenty pounds of sand in it. A light amount for your needs at least, but you hoped it would be enough until you could figure out a better way to get sand for your bending. Strapping the container to your back, you opened your room's window as much as you could and measured the distance.

Then you had your sand pushed against your feet with as much force as you could muster and launched yourself into the air over the susurrus of the street below. You heard a couple shouts and yells as people saw you, but you focused on your landing as you felt for the stone of the next building. As soon as you felt you could, you extended your hand out, then yanked it back to create a platform jutting out of the next roof where you landed with a tumble. Taking a moment to pull your sand back into its container, you then sprinted off after the masked thieves, who you could barely see ahead of you as they gracefully jumped from roof to roof. With a grunt of effort, you gave chase.

You were nowhere near as graceful as the group of freerunners, but as you got used to the activity you found something rather like a pattern to the way the buildings rose and fell, and the timing it took for when you needed to cross a street. The cool air of the city caught your hair and chilled your cheeks, but while the streets of the city were cramped and full of people, up here it felt open and clear and in a way reminded you of home as you looked out across the rooftops.
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