Hello there, Reader! This is my first attempt at an 'Avatar the last Airbender' fan fiction. Hopefully, you'll like it. If not, there's plenty other good ones in the Archives somewhere.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own 'Avatar, the Last Airbender' in any way, shape or form. If I did, Zuko and Katara would be made a couple whether they'd like it or not. I SHIP ZUTARA! *Mwahahaha!
Anyway, enjoy!
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"Zuko! I think we should stop for the night!" his uncle called over the roaring wind that tore through the forest as heavy rain pelted the two travelers.
"No! We've already lost enough time resting at that town you had to look through!" Zuko yelled angrily over the wind. He was already in a bad mood trying to find the Avatar and the weather wasn't doing anything to help. It had been a beautiful sunny day up till a few hours ago.
Zuko slipped in the mud and cursed heavily. His uncle waded through the brown muck towards his nephew and offered him a hand up. Zuko reluctantly took it and struggled to his feet.
"I really think we should find shelter!" Iroh insisted again. Zuko opened his mouth to argue but a flash of lightning and booming thunder shut him up. He growled but the storm seemed to swallow all sound except its own.
"Alright! Where do you suggest we go? Everything's wet and it's too dark to see our hands in front of our faces!" he yelled over the screaming wind that threatened to push him over.
"I'm not sure but there should be a village around here!" Iroh yelled, struggling to keep a flame lit in his hands for light. Zuko struggled with his flame as well but the storm seemed determined to kill his little fire.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Zuko spotted a little blue-ish light through the trees. It was so tiny, Zuko doubted he actually saw anything till he saw it again and again, flickering through the trees.
"Uncle! Over there!" Zuko started through the trees towards the light. Iroh squinted through the trees and spotted what his nephew had seen. It was a will-o-wisp, notoriously famous for leading travelers into swamps and bogs; leading them to death's door.
"Zuko! Wait! That's a-" Iroh was cut off as Zuko's scream pierced through the storm. He rushed forward to where he'd heard his beloved nephew scream and barely stopped himself from tumbling over the side of the cliff. At the bottom, arm and leg bent at an awkward angle, laid his nephew in a crumbled heap on the canyon floor.
"Zuko!" Iroh's panicked yell was swallowed by the storm raging above him.