"The Blue Spirit!" a girl shouted in joy, pointing at the rooftops in which the masked legend stood poised. He bowed to the adoring fans, pulling the bag of gold from behind and tossing it up. The bag opened by force and coins spilled everywhere as he saluted to the villagers and darted from rooftop to rooftop where he had left Fire Nation soldiers tied to a wood post like pigs ready for the roast. Katara stared in awe; they had come into the small village just after the Blue Spirit finished his business. She sighed helplessly, watching the way he nimbly moved until he disappeared into the thick brush and forest as if he were never there. She fiddled with a bare spot on her neck and bit her bottom lip, she then thought, I bet he's handsome behind that mask…someone so brave would have to be.

"Oh, the Blue Spirit!" Sokka began, failing his arms like noodles in the air, "He's so awesome!" his voice mocked the voice of a preteen girl in love; his eyes accompanied the jest with a faux glitter of admiration. "Pshhh, I am a wayyyy better warrior myself!" he proudly stated, snuggling with his boomerang, "Aren't we boomerang."

Aang only giggled under his breath as Katara flicked his ponytail and retorted, "Sure, say that to Zuko the next time he throws you in the air."

While Katara did the shopping for food, all she heard was the chatter of the Blue Spirit. Girls giggled and squealed over him, men talked about his bravery and how more people should be like him. Katara smiled to herself as she paid for some apples, he was part of the hope she was searching for in the world; someone who inspired people by their actions. For the rest of the shopping trip her mind filled with his demon masked face and his tight ebony clothing. She blushed to herself, humming a tune as she observed the jerky and bought a few sacks. After midday she met back up with Aang and Sokka, both clad in their own shopping of weapons and prayer beads.

They trudged on into the forest, passing through like water in a stream. Aang and Sokka noticed a particular silence in Katara, save her humming, with this note of oddity, Aang proceeded to ask, "What's on your mind Katara, why are you humming that song?"

"Oh, I am just happy today." She answered, grinning and shrugging it off.

Aang nodded content with the answer; however, Sokka was not. "O, just happy thinking about the Blue Spirit." He sneered, smirking at his sister's dirty look.

"No, I-"

"You can't lie to me Katara; I saw how you were drooling all over him this morning." Sokka cut her off, poking her arms and dancing around her. She slapped him and told him to shut up, crossing her arms and resisting from bending him into a tree. "Katara likes the Blue Spirit." He repeated over and over again as if he were five. Aang could only laugh and tease along while they attempted to make camp and rest after two day traveling. She screamed and threw her pack down; she announced her leaving to take a bath and stormed off with tight fists.

"The nerve of those jerks!" she muttered to herself, she found a stream by her ears. She glanced around before stripping down her Water Tribe attire and slipping into the water. Her element surrounded her, embracing her tenderly. She undid her hair, letting the tresses fall gracefully around her as she sat upon a sunken rock and allowed the water to come up to her bound breasts. She inhaled the crisp pine scent, looking at the evergreen pines placed among nature as if it were a painting. The sky's blue, although no match for her eyes was clear and sunny. The sun caressed her skin and pumped power into a looming figure's body. She began to sing, softly at first, then louder with her growing confidence of her lonely state.

Her sweet alto voice sang:

The moon calls to the lonely wolf

The wolf howls to the moon

Their love unreached, their love so deep

The wolf was once a man

Noble, young, and spoiled

The moon once was a fearless maid.

The moon calls to the lonely wolf

The wolf howls to the moon

Their love unreached, their love so deep

The gods crossed their lives with another

They learned what they did not know

But their loins were cursed to fight

The moon calls to the lonely wolf

The wolf howls to the moon

Their love unreached, their love so deep

By punishment of the gods

They stole the children from their families

Cursed to live apart

The moon calls to the lonely wolf

The wolf howls to the moon

Their love unreached, their love so deep

Her eyes turned to alert when she heard the snapping of a branch. She gasped and stood at attention, a water whip ready to strike. She laughed nervously to herself when she realized no one was there. So she thought. A masked man, hunched on a thick branch, peered through the pines and watched her slowly saunter back into the cool stream. He was hypnotized, his molten lava eyes stuck on her striking beauty. He never noticed before, how exotic she was. Her dark skin kissed by the sun, her flowing chocolate hair and her big blue eyes. His pants grew tight as he watched her stretch and dip in and out of the water singing that song.

He always did like alto. Soprano was too high and breathy, but altos were rich and smooth. Perhaps it was the memories of his mother singing in her low alto voice when he was small, but either way, her voice was something he wanted to listen to day and night. He closed his eyes and listened to the song she was looping, memorizing every pitch and note. He scarcely noticed her dressing and leaving; when she did, he jumped down and headed his own way.

The next morning she went back to the stream, singing the song to herself with her water jug slung by her and a bucket to carry water in. She swung the bucket and twirled a little, giddy in her dream last night. She relived it in her mind, she was back in the village, she was cornered by Fire Nation, she was about to take them on and an eclipse hit, she dropped to the ground from the sheer force of her power rapidly draining from her. Two Daos swords sounded in the air. The Blue Spirit fought them single-handedly, his swords catching their fire and tossing it away. When he had injured them enough for them to scatter, he turned to her and picked her up in his arms as if she were a pillow. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he jumped onto the rooftops and carried her away into his secret hideout in the forest.

There he placed her down gently and kissed her hand via the grinning mask. His green tent set up and a campfire waiting for them. He began cooking some fish he caught earlier that day and fed her the peppered troutsalamon. He was a great cook, after dinner, he asked for her hand and twirled her around when he got her up. He motioned to his mask, and placed her hand on it. She looked concerned, waiting for further permission, he nodded. She slowly pulled the mask and then- she woke up.

She giggled to herself, singing once more her tragic love song as she bent to her knees and gather the water. She started the song once more to be met by a flute ringing out the next line. She gasped and dropped the bucket scanning the area, her senses on high alert. "Who's there?" she demanded, masking the fear in her voice nicely. No answer. She shook her head, maybe she was crazy. She sang as she refilled the bucket and went back to camp. A sliver light bounced off the water as the Blue Spirit twirled his flute between his fingers.

Camp was set, it was dinner time, they were almost upon the outskirts of the forest, but Katara sensed the stream was still along their side. She left for water, the full moon blooming and sending her rays down to her as Katara hummed to herself. She had forgotten the insistent two days before, she sang the first line of the chorus and it was answered by a flute. She gasped; her eyes met a masked person across the wide stream. She stared at him for several moments, looking at how his clothing melted into the dark forest scenery, highlight by the moon. The mask was titled slightly, allowing him to keep his sight and play his flute. He played the line once more, nudging his head. She blinked several times before singing the next line and letting him respond. He nodded and gestured for her to sing on, she kept singing in fluid chords and he accompanied her with his flute. She stopped singing and laughed her cheeks hot and pink, as she hid her face.

He cocked his head as if asking why she was so embarrassed, she laughed and answered him, "I've never sang in front of anyone before." He sat criss cross on the bank and played for her another song. She listened. She didn't recognize it but she loved the wistful tone. She sat on the bank as well, rocking to it, once she got hold of the notes she sang an "ah" with his flute. He stopped after several minutes and clapped for her, placing his flute inside its case slung on his chest. She clapped back, she then called to him, "That was beautiful, was it a love song like mine?"

He nodded, the mask bobbing up and down in the dark.

She frowned slightly, and smiled when he cocked his head, she then shouted, "You're the Blue Spirit, aren't you?" he nodded, she went on, "Will you talk to me?" He shook his head sternly it seemed. She frowned and asked, "Well, I won't pry, but are you following us?" he shook his head, a lie, but she didn't know. She smiled and nodded, "So the gods are crossing are paths." She teased. He nodded moving his shoulders in a silent laugh. His head snapped up and looked past her; she turned to see no one until Sokka came around the corner followed by yellow and orange. She waved to them and turned back to the Blue Spirit, but he was a ghost of the night. She, alarmed, looked for him and smiled and sighed to herself. As she stood and began to walk away she swore she could hear the faint sound of a flute playing her song.

Hello everyone, I know I need to desperately update my other story Bending Fate, but I got hit very hard with life this year. I could not get this out of my head, so I had to write it, it's in three or four parts. I do not own Avatar if I did things would be way different. Happy reading!