prompt: jar of dirt
word count: 105
fandom: avatar the last airbender

A jar of dirt. That's all she needed to break free. The smallest bit of earth was enough for her to escape and breathe in fresh air once again. Enough for her to bask in the warm sunlight and stretch these old muscles.

Toph was an extraordinary earth bender, but a cell made of metal was leagues above her and she wanted to spit in disgust at how she couldn't handle this particularly difficult situation. Her calloused hands briefly touched the bars and then she stilled.

There was something. Definitely something that resembled earth.

She had a chance of making it out of this hellhole.