Footsteps in the Park [ ML, Stevie ]

Kuzon sat silently, beside the creek that ran right through Republic City Park. It was a shallow creek, trickling as the water rolled over the stones, making slight splashes every time. Just a few metres ahead, it joined the sea in the Harbour. Looking out, he saw the monolithic state of Avatar Aang, staring at the greatest mark of his existence, the towering buildings of Republic City. To his back, the sun was setting, slowly descending to the other side of the Earth.

Bored, Kuzon turned to the luscious shrub behind him. He focussed on the leaves, and sensed the water pulsing within. Like he would with water in a pond, he bended it, willing it to grow larger, until it gently touched his outstretched hand. A thin smile stretched across Kuzon's face. He was getting better. He was no longer limited to making the plantlife temporarily flare up, their leaves opening further, before going back as if nothing had touched them.

Kuzon frowned, as he tried it on another, larger branch. The plant seemed... sleepy. In the vast swamp he had originally learnt this unique ability from, the plants were alive. They were connected. Here, they just seemed sick. Perhaps it was the pollution here. Kuzon himself would never get used to it. He came from the vast South Pole, an endless expanse of blinding snow. This was a huge metropolis, where the buildings touched the sky, and the buildings were squished together so tightly some streets could barely fit three people across.

Still, they were ordinary plants. Kuzon bended a thin spray of water onto the plant, and began to bend the creek into uncontrolled loops. Several quivered, falling. Some did as he wished, moving into perfect arched columns, before splashing into the swift moving creek below.