Deep within the realm of the Fire Nation, the night was silent. The people slumbered deeply in the night, oblivious to the scurry of a shadow. His movements were nearly silent. He crept closer to the Fire Nation Palace.

Two guards walked past the alley, on patrol. The shadow clung close to the walls in hopes of not being seen. Once the guards had past, the figure quickly reached the outer walls of the palace. He tossed a grappling hook over the wall and began scaling up.

The figure jumped over the wall and landed on the other side of the wall. His body hugged closely to the wall. More guards walked past him, not noticing him. He lifted his blue mask above his face slightly. Then he took off running towards the dungeon.

The guards never heard a sound and he ran through the castle grounds. He reached the palace dungeon and entered very stealthily. The inside was lit with torches hanging on the walls. The walls itself, were decorated with red and black wallpaper.

He ran through the halls as fast as his light feet would take him. As he grew closer towards his destination, the décor grew darker. The walls turned to black stones. There were torches every few feet. Only enough to see ahead.

He reached the corner and stopped as he heard voices. He pushed his body as close to the wall as possible. As the voices grew louder, he jumped to the ceiling.

"I wonder how much longer that bender will live. The Fire Lord has already tortured her to his extent." A guard said.

"Either that bender is stringer then the Fire Lord predicted, or there's something more for her." The other guard said. Cell keys jingled on his belt.

The figure saw the keys. He waited until the two guards were directly under him and he jumped on top of them. He knocked both guards out quickly and took the keys.

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TBC

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