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Winning Isn't EverythingWinning isn't everything.
I'd won the war.
I remember it so clearly, the deafening thud of Fire Lord Ozai's body hitting the cold slabs of the Fire Nation throne room.
The last screams of the Fire Nation soldiers being slaughtered by revenge seeking Earth Kingdom troops. I recall stumbling down large stone steps which led to a vast courtyard. Before the attack on Fire Nation land I was sure it would have been a beautiful place with large trees casting shadows on a hot summer day, but now it stank of rotting flesh and smoke filled the air. In the southwest corner was a medical tent where I hoped for people to clean my wounds. As a walked towards it soldiers started to notice me and in a matter of seconds cheers erupted as they realized the Fire lord had been defeated.
I was swarmed by people praising and congratulating me even though I was very thankful for their praise I was more interested to know if my friends were alright.
Before my face-off with Ozai I had come across Azula in the
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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