[ Rated 'M' because of the normal things that 'M' is used for. You have been warned~]
After the great war had ended well over twenty years ago, the many small ports located on the far eastern side of the Fire Nation soon expanded, gaining more and more popularity as time went on. Small towns grew into large villages. Many immigrants came across the rough and dangerous seas just to make a living in the Fire Nation. The most popular port was located on the farthest eastern island. It was known as Wassergrab, the port of gold. Most of the nation's supplies came straight out of Wassergrab, thus, making it one of the most important ports. Maybe people went there for the riches, for the rumors of gold. A few found it, but many just watched as their lives went from having money, to barely being able to feed their family.
The sun was shining brightly on the large marketplace. The sounds of many people discussing prices, and yelling could be heard from just about anywhere. Stands upon stands of food were scattered about. Each of them offered something different than the other. You name it, you were sure to find it. Out of the crowds of people, a high pitched yelling could be heard. It surprisingly topped all the other louder voices there.
The voice had came from a young girl who looked no older than thirteen. There was a sign above her head that had read 'More fish for your copper'. The writing on it was very poor, almost as if a child had done it. The girl was waving at people, a brightly shining smile on her face. "Get your freshly cooked fish here! My gramma makes it just right!" She yelled. Of course, many people ignored her and continued with their day. It could only be assumed that they had heard this young girl many times over. She even went as far as standing in front of others to get their attention. She begged and begged, but she was pushed aside and ignored. After all, there wasn't anything stunning or even exciting about this girl. Her clothing was poor and had many holes in it here and there. Her shoes looked as if they could fall apart right then. She was obviously poor. Each time a potential customer walked away, she would glance back at the older woman and slowly shake her head. She wanted to give up, but her determination to make money refused to let her walk away. She inhaled deeply, smelling the salt coming from the waters. She screamed out again, making sure to give it all she had. Still, nothing worked. She turned and walked to the front of the stand, giving her grandmother a look of sorrow and regret.
The kind old woman gave her a soothing and kind smile. "Do not worry about it, my dear. You are trying. That is what counts with me. We will get enough money to keep our house. I can promise you that." She said, chuckling at the end.
"How are you so sure, gramma?" She asked, her voice filled with worry. Her eyes were fearful. She knew what would happen if they didn't make enough. "It's all because of that other dumb fish stand! They're stealing everyone away!"
The woman laughed. It was amusing to see her granddaughter get so worked up. "You think too much. You are too young to have such burdens on you. No need to get so worked up." Her voice was calming, and the girl smiled. She always felt better after her grandmother laughed.
Her laughter paused when the sound of a light tapping and footsteps were heard. Her brown eyed gaze scanned the many people walking by. She knew what the sound was. Before she had time to look any further, a boy carrying a small net of fish over his shoulder and a staff in his other hand stopped at her stand. The kind old woman rolled her eyes and climbed off of her stood. "About time you got back, boy. Your sister and I have been waiting all morning."
The boy shrugged his shoulders, almost as if he was uninterested in what the woman was saying. "Sorry, gramma. Someone had taken our only fishing net. I had no choice in catching them by hand." he replied flatly.
The woman let out a frustrated sigh and shook her head. "Blasted thieves." She remarked. She glanced back up and her grandson and smiled. "Now that you have returned, I can finally go rest. My back is aching." That was natural for a woman her age. She regularly took break throughout the day. "I've already fried most of the fish. Sell those before the fresh ones." As she spoke, she approached a door at the back of the stall. "If you need to cook more, have your sister watch the stand and you come in here."
Before another word, their grandmother was gone into her house. Whenever she was aching, she was always in a hurry to leave. The boy walked behind the stand and set the fish down. He crossed his arms and shook his head. He hated it here. He wanted to leave, but there was nothing to leave to. The thought of staying longer just angered him. His younger sister walked behind the stand and took the stool her grandmother was using. "Now we play the wait game.." The boy growled, eyeing the crowds of people as they walked by.